At night.
When the servant brought the decoction to help with pregnancy, Sui'an asked about Huo Chu's whereabouts.
The servant shook his head and said, "The young marshal didn't come back, maybe he was involved in official business."
Business? Accompanying the wife of a subordinate is not considered official business.
During the day, an assassination occurred at the New Baifu Grand Theater. The bloody head rolled at the feet of the newly widowed Mrs. Liu. The young marshal, who was originally calm and indifferent, panicked. He rushed up and hugged the person tightly in his arms, as if holding someone in his arms. The most cherished treasure.
Sui'an then remembered that Mrs. Liu Mengping was Huo Chu's childhood sweetheart. If she hadn't interfered, the lovers would have had children long ago, and Liu Mengping would not have to be a widow.
"Take it, I won't drink this medicine anymore."
The servant was surprised. In the past six months, Sui'an had three meals a day, one big bowl at a time, and never complained about the bitterness. Why didn't he drink it today?
Her eyes flickered and she retreated.
Sui'an's mouth was rare and she was ready for a good night's sleep.
But as soon as he closed his eyes, what happened in the theater appeared before his eyes, and his arm that had been grabbed was still burning with pain.
The bad guy grabbed her by the neck and tried to pull her away from the bullet. She wanted to ask her young marshal husband for help, but he hugged Liu Mengping tightly, not only did he not look at her, but he fired first.
The bullets were coming, but they wanted to kill her before the assassin.
In order to save her life, the golden hairpin in Sui'an's hand was pierced into the assassin's eye, and drops of blood fell on her face. The man's exploded eyeballs stared at her with a look of death.
In the middle of the night, it started to rain.
The sound of dripping rain was very similar to the sound of an assassin dripping blood. Sui Anxin felt hairy, turned over and saw a black shadow on the bed, and screamed in fright.
"Don't scream, it's me." The man's big hand reached out and covered her mouth. The faint cigarette breath mixed with French perfume entered her nose, making her tense nerves more painful.
He was actually willing to come back?
Huo Yan turned on the bedside table lamp with a sheepskin cover. Under the faint light, his eyes were deep and his jaw line was particularly sharp.
"I heard from the adjutant that you were also in the theater during the day?"
It turns out that if you care too much about one person, you won’t be able to see others.
Sui An nodded lightly.
He picked up the cigarette case on the table, took out a cigar, lit it skillfully, and took a deep breath.
White mist surrounded him, and he lowered his eyes to look at the woman with black hair covering the pillow, "Are you injured?"
Sui An subconsciously covered her arms, "It's okay."
He didn't care at all that she was doing something unnecessary, he just blew out the smoke and said, "Tomorrow I will ask the adjutant to send you a box of gold bars to calm your shock."
It was like this every time. Whenever he could not do anything to her, he would make up for it with yellow and white things.
In the past three years of marriage, Sui'an has accumulated a lot in her dowry box, but tonight, she doesn't want it.
"No need."
She pushed him away and lay on her side with her back to him, breathing lightly.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at her. He was used to gentle words and soft words, so this coldness made him very uncomfortable.
The arm was grabbed, and Sui'an was pulled into his embrace. Huo Yan hugged her waist from behind, kissing her ears.
The smell of the perfume became stronger, and Sui An felt a tightness in her chest, making her want to vomit.
She struggled to push the man away, but she was no match for the man, so she could only shout, "Young Marshal!"
The man's low voice was lazy and a bit rogue, "Don't you always want me to sleep with you?"
Sui An froze.
She wanted the two of them to play the piano in harmony, but he was often busy and stayed out at night. Once or twice, he would use the thick rubber condoms given to him by foreigners to prevent her from getting pregnant.
Seeing that he really reached out to take it, she couldn't help but hold his arm.
Let’s try it one last time.
Huo Yan's breathing suddenly became heavy. He grabbed her hand, turned her over and pressed her under him.
"What are you going to do?"
The hot air sprayed on her ears, making Sui An's earlobes feel hot, but her face was pale because he had scratched her wounds.
She calmed down for a moment and then said: "Young Marshal, won't you use that tonight? My mother always gives me soup and medicine, but if I keep using that, I can't give birth."
The man's face darkened, and the lust in his eyes instantly dissipated, replaced by cold sarcasm, "Besides giving birth, do you have nothing else to do?"
Sui An's eyes were empty, and the heat in his ears gradually dissipated, "As the wife of the Huo family, I should consider the heirs of the Huo family. If you don't want me to give birth, I will give you two concubines..."
"Shut up!" The man's face was stern, and he had a majestic aura when he got angry, "Ruan Sui'an, is it my mother who urges me, or are you afraid that my grandfather's time is running out, and no one will protect your position as the young marshal's wife anymore, so you want to have a child as a bargaining chip. ?”
His humiliation was like a knife, stabbing Sui An hard in the heart. She endured the pain and smiled, "Yes, the relationship between you and me is as thin as a snail, and there must always be a tie. What I just said is still I haven’t finished yet, if you can’t give birth to a young marshal, I can accept my grievance and borrow a seed!”
Huo Zhu's face suddenly darkened!
He took the clothes and stood up. He was so bored that he didn't want to look at her again. "Stop talking nonsense, I won't have children at all now."
The smile on Sui'an's lips faded little by little. Looking at his upright and leaving figure, she suddenly said: "Huo Zhu, do you not want children, or do you think that I, who have never attended a foreign school, are not worthy of giving you children?"
"Ridiculous."
The man threw down four words, slammed the door and left.
Sui'an's hands tightly grasped the silk quilt, a lingering pain arose in her heart, and her eyes were filled with water. If she doesn’t want children, then what’s going on in Liu Mengping’s belly?
