You're pregnant with the crumb boss's child

"What's going on?" "He" quickly helped you up, took the water glass and handed it to your lips, and asked with concern, "Are you... not feeling well?"

You hurriedly raised your head and argued to him: "No, I, I didn't mean it!"

However, the moment you said this sentence, "his" eyes changed.

You suddenly realize that you are not answering the question.

"He" wasn't holding you accountable, and even found an excuse for you, but you were too flustered to realize that you showed such a frightened expression in front of the maid.

You just feel a sudden cold all over, and now... it's probably really over.

"His" stared at you with his cold red eyes, "Honey, have you been in a bad mood lately?" Seeing that "he" has been patient and made you an excuse again, of course you won't miss it this time, Quickly nodded and replied: "Yes, yes... I have been suffering from insomnia recently... My mind is groggy..."

"He" put on a pitiful expression just right: "Since you are uncomfortable, don't force it. Let the doctor check it later."

"...Yes." Naturally, you dare not disobey his decision.

It didn't take long for the doctor to come and go.

After a careful examination, the doctor concluded that you have neurogenic gastritis, the cause of the onset is excessive mental stress, and the vomiting is entirely due to the so-called stress response.

With such a diagnosis, you don't dare to look at the expression of "him" behind you at all, and you just feel a wave of nausea in your throat, and you feel a little nauseous again.

You tried your best to pretend that nothing was wrong, but you couldn't suppress the feeling of vomiting at all, and the reflexive forward leaning was completely uncontrollable.

Seeing that you are so pitiful, the doctor finally prescribed you some western medicine to stop vomiting. As if you had found a treasure, you immediately swallowed the medicine with water.

Seeing that you are so anxious, the doctor hastened to tell you that it is best not to take medicine until the pain is unbearable. After all, it is not yet known whether this medicine will affect the child in your womb.

Hearing this, you nodded regretfully, remembering what the doctor said.

After the doctor left, the polite smile on "his" face gradually disappeared, he turned around slowly and looked at you, and asked word by word: "Excessive mental stress? Huh? Do you think... I Is it scary?"

You can't answer that at all.

You can guess, if you answer "yes", "he" will be angry, if you answer "no", "he" will ask you why you are still under too much mental pressure, and if you don't say anything, it is only a few seconds late Zhong angered "him".

You were so desperate that you trembled uncontrollably in fright, hugged your arms tightly, and tightened your fingers.

"He" narrowed his eyes, looking at you with some impatience.

A few seconds later, "he" raised his hand, and without warning, slammed the vase on the table to the ground. After a crisp sound, the vase shattered into snow-white porcelain pieces.

"He" lifted your collar, and the action can even be said to be extremely rude, throwing you on the tiles. You reflexively tried to use your hands to cushion, and the delicate palms were suddenly crushed by the sharp tiles. Blood dripping from the piercing, excruciating pain.

Hearing the sound, the maid immediately knocked on the door and asked outside the door: "Madam! Madam, what's the matter with you? Are you all right?"

"He" squatted down and raised his voice a few minutes, "Oh my god! My dear, let me see your wound quickly—quick, come here, clean it up, and bring the wound medicine and gauze— ——" As he said, "he" gently hugged you, as if he wasn't the one who threw you on the debris just now.

You are at a loss for a while, and you have no idea what "he" means by doing this. "He" hugged you from behind, opened your clenched hands, picked out those small pieces of porcelain carefully from your wound with slightly cool fingertips, and picked up the maid himself. The alcohol cotton ball brought over wiped the wound for you, and the tone was full of false distress, "Honey, look at you...why are you so careless?"

Only then did you notice that among the wounds on your hands, there were a few differences—you were so nervous just now that you didn't even realize that your palm was bleeding out.

You immediately endured the pain, bit your lip and replied: "I, I will definitely be careful next time..."

You should have been terrified of being questioned by him like this, but at this moment, you suddenly realized that "he" was covering up the wounds you shouldn't have. "He" will still do this, which means that "he" doesn't want to be discovered by the housekeeper and servants, but also wants to maintain such a calm illusion, so...he really doesn't mean to kill you casually, right...?

Immediately, your heart relaxed for a little while, your shoulders finally relaxed, and you snuggled up to "him" obediently, spread your palms, and "he" cleaned the wound for you, applied medicine, and then carefully bandaged it.

After doing this, "he" held your bandaged hands, his face full of distress, "You are so injured, you can't do anything... Then, until the wound is completely healed, I will take care of it." You."

You nodded, showing a moving smile cooperatively, and snuggled up to his shoulder.

What you don't realize is that it's not as hard as it used to be to force that smile this time around.

The author has something to say:

Received a negative score for no reason.

Well, since the Jinjiang censorship does not allow rudeness, then I will be more civilized, and I wish this person with unreasonable negative points will be unreasonably negative in all aspects of life, work and study in the future.

Oh my god, I just don’t mark my temper as a mad dog. Why do some people think I’m easy to bully? The yin and yang eccentric trumpets all jumped out to give justice to the fools who have been beaten up everywhere. It hurts.

By the way, everyone is welcome to switch to the web page and click into the column of the reader with a negative score to see the message record. If I am the only one who gets defeated, I can still comfort myself. It is the reader's slippery hand, which makes me think I am unlucky. O a few K , That idiot could only score zero points yesterday, and it evolved into a negative score yesterday. There was an author before me who was scored two negative points by her. There are cat cakes.