Let's sneak, my sis [Comprehensive Gacha]

This year's Chinese New Year, as expected, still failed to return to Bingsheng.

It has snowed in Italy this winter. It used to snow in the north. The Alps block the cold air from the Arctic Ocean. The south rarely snows for too long.But this winter, it has fallen especially much. After one night, the whole world seems to be wrapped in silver.

It was cold outside, and Mi shrank in the heated room all morning, and only woke up at noon.

Menstruation came in the middle of the night last night, and she has never fixed that time of the month since three years ago. In the middle of the night, she was awakened by the throbbing pain in her abdomen and the faint smell of blood, and then she tossed and turned in pain.During this time, Mi was especially afraid of the cold, and her lower abdomen hurt. No matter how much she recuperated, it seemed that she couldn't get better, so she could only bear it with her head depressed.

Gang Ji stayed with her for the rest of the night, and brought brown sugar water over in the morning, but there was still work to be done, so he couldn't stay with Mi all the time.

Wearing a coat, Mi looked out at the snowy scenery outside through the French windows of the sun deck.The inside of the house is warm and dry, but the outside is cold and bleak, and the glass windows are also bleak. A little touch of Mi's fingertips dissolves a little frost.

After standing by the window for a while, Mi Cai turned around and prepared to lie down for a while, but a bag of files appeared out of thin air on the desk that was empty just now.Mi thought for a while, then remembered that yesterday she casually asked An Zhi about Miru Fiore's boss.Yawning lazily, Mi sat down at the table, untied the white thread coil on the bag, and took out the not-thin document inside.

The lunch was still delivered by An Zhi, and she didn't bother Mi, who was looking at the documents with his head propped up with a flat expression, and put the food on the table.

"Have you eaten An Zhi?" Mi put down the document, first picked up the soup and drank it slowly.She is not used to local food, and she doesn’t like cold food, so it’s easy to know that the hot two dishes and one soup are made by Anzhi. She can use an electronic scale to measure the standard ingredients and condiments according to the recipe and return the dishes. There is no one else who puts on such obsessive-compulsive disorder.

An Zhi nodded, the ghost mask on his face was as hideous as ever.

Mi looked into An Zhi's calm eyes, sighed slightly, and handed An Zhi the porcelain bowl still containing soup in his hand.An Zhi's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't answer.Yaya became quiet and did not speak, holding the bowl in his hand as if in a stalemate.After a while, An Zhi, who was motionless like a sculpture, pursed his lips, took the soup bowl as if in compromise, and lowered his head to drink.

"If An Zhi gets sick, I will be very sad." Mi pulled out a stool from the side and let An Zhi sit down.

Probably because there was something warm to eat, and the pain in the abdomen relieved a little.After Mi finished eating, he placed the bowls and chopsticks neatly on the tray, "I really don't need to do these things, there is no need to do these trivial things for me." Mi wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and said similar words She often said to An Zhi, but An Zhi still took care of her silently.

Seeing that An Zhi looked away silently, Mi knew that she hadn't listened and didn't repeat it.

An Zhi picked up the tray, looked at the document bag that had been put aside, and then picked up the document bag to indicate whether it was still useful.

"Take it." Mi smiled with a gentle tone.

Brandon Jesso's portfolio, although the first half of his student career is also very good, but there is nothing too out of the ordinary.In the second half, it’s as if a god has helped me since I left the university and started a family.An ordinary student, logically speaking, has immature contacts and information channels, but he can catch opportunities every time. In just a few years, he has developed his family and gathered a large number of talents.

His life as smooth as opening and closing makes people feel that he is the darling of fate and is favored by heaven.

Mi is not interested in the stories about how he miraculously predicted all kinds of turmoil when the family was just developing and calmly dealt with the fame and fortune in the end. It doesn't feel like conquering a large number of advanced talents.After all, although Mi likes to read books, he is really not interested in illogical and cool writing.

To really understand a person, it is better to observe his behavior when he has the opportunity.

After lunch, Mi looked through the translation work that he took over the previous few days, and found that he had finished all of them.Not wanting to take on a new job, Mi simply put down her pen and left the room.

Although the doors and windows in the corridor were tightly closed, the temperature was indeed much lower than in the room with full heating, and Mi's fingertips became a little cold after a while.Mi stared at the covered snow outside for a while through the window of the corridor, wandering around the long corridor with some yearning but some depression.

This floor is very quiet, probably because the boss's room is nearby, and the surrounding rooms are not used. The entire floor is reserved for the boss's private room, and even the bulletproof glass in the corridor is double-layered. .Feeling excited for a while, Mi began to explore the tightly closed rooms on this floor.

The room closest to the bedroom is the study room, which is filled with hardcover books, mostly in Japanese and Italian.The rooms are light facing and very tastefully furnished.Mi hadn't been here much, mainly because there were a lot of books in the bedroom, and Tsuna would go to the chief's office when he was dealing with official business, so he seldom came to this study.

At a glance, she found that there was a small suite with a bed in the study, and while stroking the desk with her fingers, Mi couldn't help but think that if one day Gang Ji made her angry, she would drive Gang Ji to sleep in the study.

The other rooms are basically places for leisure, and Mi found a room with only one piano.After trying a piece of Secret Garden at random and found that the tone was very positive, she finally started to have abdominal pain again after dangling around in a place with no heating on, causing her hands and feet to get cold, so she had to go back to the room and wrap herself into a ball again.

In a warm place, even dreaming seems to be floating, like being on a soft cloud.

Mi's mind seemed to be stuffed with cotton candy, and she couldn't even think. She was somewhat comfortably among the light clouds, but suddenly she was suddenly pressed down by something.There was a little child lying on her stomach, looking straight at her with dark eyes, and called mom with a blank expression.

Mi woke up suddenly.

What catches the eye is the familiar decoration and the hands that seem to be habitually wrapped around the waist. When he woke up, he was so shocked that he subconsciously held his breath that he gasped slightly in fear.She moved her sweating body slightly, and saw that the people around her came back at some time, sleeping peacefully beside her, and were awakened by her movements at this moment.

Before Mi had time to say anything, she turned over and buried herself in Gang Ji's arms. Her heartbeat was still a bit rapid, and compared with Gang Ji's steady and powerful heartbeat, she seemed weak and weak.

"Mi?" Tsuna Yoshi, who had just returned to the room and closed his eyes for a nap, was pulled back to his senses by Mi's movements, called Mi.

"...It's okay." Mi hugged Gangji back, the body temperature passed by each other when the skin touched seemed to give her infinite comfort, just like this, Mi gradually calmed down.

Tsuna embraced Mi's shoulders and let Mi rest on his arm, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

Mi shook his head, pressed his lower abdomen with one hand, with a vague expression, "It's much better."

I ate dinner at the restaurant today, and unexpectedly did not see the prison temple and other guardians, and even Tsunaki's expression was not very relaxed.Mi suddenly thought that Mirufiore had officially declared war on Pengeli, but he didn't expect that the stalemate had not been completely resolved after more than a month.

After dinner, Mi went back to her room first. She searched for the suitcase she put at the bottom in the closet, and found bottles and cans of medicine in the suitcase.She is always very clear about her state, what should be, what can be, what will happen, she always knows to make the best choice and corresponding measures.

It's like she has decided to marry Gang Ji, and she will never let herself go back to the previous state.

Finding a bottle of sleeping pills from a large pile of medicines, Mi's expression was so calm that it was unspeakably depressed, but he opened the bottle and quickly poured out the white medicine inside, and even dropped a few pills on the floor because of his excessive movements. superior.She needs to sleep, sleep well and deeply, the painful things will be suppressed again when she thinks about it, and when she wakes up, she will still be Mi who has already obtained happiness.

Tsuna came back when Mi was pouring water, and because she was a little worried about Mi who left her seat first, she hurried back from dinner, but when she opened the door, she saw Mi holding a hand full of pills and trying to swallow them.Gang Ji panicked in his heart, and quickly stepped forward and grabbed the wrist of Mi's hand that took the medicine, "What are you taking?!" He watched Mi's unsteady pills fall again in surprise and fear. A few grains.

Quickly taking the pills before Mi could react, Tsuna looked at the medicine bottle again, and there was an impressive writing on the white medicine bottle, sleeping pills.

"I..." Mi's voice became hoarse, and after seeing Gangji, those dull eyes seemed to wake up a bit, but she still replied in a daze, "... I need to take medicine."

Gang Ji clenched the hand holding the pill, trying his best to restrain his emotions, "Mi, this dose will kill you."

Mi looked dully at Gang Ji's tightly clenched hand, then suddenly looked at Gang Ji, she took a step back at a loss, and was immediately grabbed by Gang Ji's arm, "Mi, we are husband and wife now." He opened his dark brown eyes and looked at Mi sincerely, "Is there anything else you can't tell me? Is there anything we can't bear together?"

It seems that Mi's consciousness has begun to be a little confused, and she half-closed her eyes tiredly, looking at a loss and embarrassment.

"Mi?" Gangji grabbed Mi and pressed her against the wall.

Mi let out a slight whimper like a kitten, which almost made Gangji think she was ill again, but she heard her say "I'm sorry..." She covered her face, slowly slid to the ground, repeatedly Keep apologizing "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..."

"What's wrong?" Mi's fragile appearance made Gangji unbearable again.He also squatted down on the ground, held Mi's shoulders, and coaxed softly, "Don't cry, why are you feeling sad again?"

"Gang, I didn't tell you, I haven't told you, I'm sorry..." Mi curled her fingers slightly, revealing a pair of frightened black eyes filled with mist, covering the lower half of her face, "I...I might... There may be no way... to have another child."

As if she had said something that made her extremely embarrassing and ashamed, she grabbed her hair tightly with both hands and pulled it.

Tsunaki's expression was blank for a moment, but Mi's almost masochistic behavior still made him first carefully grasp Mi's hand, and stopped her movement, "Don't cry, Mi." He clenched Mi's hand, and felt that Mi was Trembling, subconsciously hugged Mi tightly in his arms: "It's okay, it's okay, let me go with you to check it out, okay? If it's not good, let's treat it slowly, okay? It's okay, we are still young, I don't care In a hurry, really."

Mi cried out in a low voice, and hugged Tsuna tightly back.

How can this world be so cold, she can only absorb so much warmth by holding Gangji.

A large room with no lights turned on, but with proper heating.Mi whimpered for a long time, hugged Gangji and huddled up by the table, she cried for a long time before she finally finished crying, and the room fell silent again.After a while, Mi's choked voice sounded again, "If, if I can't have our child..." Her eyelashes were still stained with tears, and it was obvious that she was trying to maintain her sanity, "No, it's okay, you, you can go outside……"

Gangji was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized what Mi was talking about. He looked at Mi's pale face in disbelief, and whispered, "Enough." He seemed to be irritated by Mi's words, and held the hand on Mi's shoulder. All tightened up "My wife will only be you, and the mother of my future child will not be anyone else!"

He kissed Mi rudely, and Mi raised her head to respond to him, her eyes were sad and happy because of his words, but she just cried over and over again.