Yan Zhengling was stunned by his sharp gaze, and sat down with a guilty conscience.

Lord Zhan Han declared domineeringly: "That's it."

After saying that, he pushed the wheelchair and left.

Yan Zhengling was so angry that he screamed, "Ah!"

This venting strained the vocal cords and caused discomfort throughout the throat, and then the strong nausea came over again.

Lord Zhan Han saw her covering her mouth and floating from his side to the bathroom like a gust of wind. Then he heard the sound of her vomiting.

She stayed in the bathroom for a long time.

He was sitting on pins and needles in his wheelchair.

Seeing her in such pain, he suddenly regretted his decision to let her give birth to the child.

Yan Zhengling was lying on the bed, her whole face buried in the pillow. When she heard his voice, she raised her white paws and waved, "Take it away, I don't want anything."

"You must drink." His voice was very soft, but there was a hint of seriousness in it.

Near noon, Yan Zhengling dragged her exhausted body out of the bathroom and weakly crawled onto the bed.

Zhan Hanjue brought her a glass of lemon juice, "Would you like to drink it?"

If he wasn't worried about her, who would be willing to serve a woman who smells fishy?

"I am responsible for my son." He said with a straight face.

Yan Zhengling looked sideways at him, "Can you have a little sympathy for me?"

Lord Zhan Han: "..."

Zhan Hanjue was stabbed inexplicably. He was extremely depressed.

He suddenly raised his leg and pushed Zheng Ling's head onto the pillow. Zheng Ling couldn't move. His eyes were bigger than a bronze mirror, "Your leg... is fine."

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Yan Zhengling felt that no matter what, he couldn't argue with him, so he had to get up, pick up the lemonade and drink it all in one gulp.

Then he handed the cup to him and said with embarrassment, "Master Zhan, I can rest here for a few days. But can you please hire a nanny to take care of me? I feel bad about letting you, a disabled person, take care of me."

Yan Zhengling sat up cross-legged, stared at his back blankly, and cursed: Is this leg healed?

If it was agreed, why does this guy still need to use a wheelchair?

Zhan Hanjue said angrily: "Don't underestimate any disability."

Then he grabbed the water glass from her hand and left angrily.

"I don't want to eat. Take it out. Take it out. Hurry."

She has a fear of eating.

If it's not good, why was it that you were able to do the difficult high leg lift just now?

Not long after, the maid came in pushing the dining cart. When Yan Zhengling saw those colorful fruits, she suddenly felt hopeless.

He took a plate of cherries from the dining cart and asked the maid to push the dining cart out.

"Try this."

Maybe she made too much noise and attracted Lord Zhan Han.

Zhan Hanjue saw her covering her mouth tightly, with obvious resistance in her eyes.

See her face that is getting thinner and more beautiful, and her eyes that are one size larger.

His heart trembled with pain, and he suddenly blurted out, "Then don't get pregnant, and abort the child."

Yan Zhengling shook his head and whimpered, "I beg you, please don't force me to eat anymore. I'm almost vomiting all my bile."

Zhan Hanjue was heartbroken and placed the fruit plate on the glass table next to him.

Yan Zhengling raised her head and looked at him in horror, "I don't want it." She shouted loudly.

Zhan Hanjue closed his eyes and suppressed the helpless regret in his eyes.

"Then just eat."


Chapter completed!