At dusk the next day, Lord Zhan Han hurried back to Aiyue Castle.

When he opened the door, he shouted anxiously: "Zheng Ling."

No one answered him.

Zhan Hanjue went upstairs and opened the bedroom door, only to see Zheng Ling sleeping extremely soundly. Her breathing was hearty and hearty.

Zhan Hanjue threw his luggage on the ground, walked to the bed, reached out and touched her forehead. Her temperature was normal, and he looked at Zheng Ling with a depressed expression.

Sure enough, he lied again.

Zhan Hanjue suddenly moved to the study, sat on the black leather chair, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and fell into deep thought.

What should he do with Zheng Ling?

After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't think of an effective way. I raised my wrist and looked at my watch, only to realize that two hours had passed.

"Zheng Ling, wake up!" It's not a good habit to sleep for so long in broad daylight.

Zheng Ling was shaken awake by him, opened her sleepy eyes, saw Zhan Hanjue, and suddenly threw herself into his arms and started crying.

There was no movement in the bedroom. Zheng Ling was obviously still sleeping.

Zhan Hanjue's expression darkened, a hint of worry flashed through his heart, and he hurried to the bedroom.

Zheng Ling nodded: "Yeah."

"What did the doctor say?" Zhan Hanjue wanted to see how she could deceive him.

"Woo woo woo, you are finally back."

Zhan Hanjue said a little annoyed: "Guan Xiao said you went to the hospital?"

Zheng Ling didn't lie.

So she didn't go to the hospital just to coax him to come back.

Zheng Ling raised her beautiful, gleaming eyes and said very seriously: "The doctor didn't find any problems."

Zhan Hanjue was stunned.

Zhan Hanjue looked at Zheng Ling's eyes that were not awake from sleep and was completely panicked.

"What's wrong with you?" He suddenly blamed himself. He knew that Zheng Ling was not in good health, but he still vented his anger on her, not to induce her anxiety disorder.

"Zheng Ling, what's wrong with you?" Zhan Hanjue started to get nervous.

"I'm a little dizzy and a little sleepy..." Zheng Ling said.

Zhan Hanjue was still nervous: "Is there any general weakness?"

Zheng Ling shook his head.

Zheng Ling said in a daze: "I don't know. I haven't had such strange symptoms before."

Seeing that Zhan Hanjue was worried about her, Zheng Ling comforted him in turn: "Don't worry, the doctor said everything is fine."

Zheng Ling said: "I have no appetite."

"What did you eat in the morning?" Zhan Hanjue asked.

"Are there any other symptoms?"

Zheng Ling thought about it and realized that she seemed to have not eaten all day and did not feel hungry.

Zheng Ling smiled at him... "I seem to have forgotten to eat."

Lord Zhan Han roared angrily: "Are you cultivating immortality? Can you even forget to eat?"

Zheng Ling said: "Half a glass of milk."

Zhan Hanjue frowned: "What about noon?"

Zhan Hanjue stood up and teased: "That's made according to the taste of pregnant women."

After saying that, he obediently walked to the kitchen.

After yelling at Yan Zhengling, he sighed in annoyance. His tone became gentle: "Okay, okay, what do you want to eat? Brother Jue can help you cook it?"

"I want to eat the spicy and sour fish you made the day before yesterday."

Is she really pregnant?

She remembered that when she was pregnant with Susu and the others, she seemed to have been so sleepy and dizzy for a few days.

Little did he know that these words made Zheng Ling burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

Zheng Ling quickly got up from the bed, put on her clothes and ran outside.

Zhan Hanjue shouted in the kitchen: "Zheng Ling, where are you going?"

"Brother Jue, I'm going to Fengyue Xiaozhu. I'll be back soon."


Chapter completed!