However, in just a short moment, Lu Huaijing was able to move freely.
Even before she realized it, the topic had been changed.
Although he brushed things off, he was still very uneasy inside.
But at this moment, there was a knock on the study door.
Lu Huaijing was a little impatient, but he still said in a deep voice: "Come in."
The study door was opened, and the person who walked in was Nan Yan.
Lu Huaijing was stunned for a moment, but his eyes fell on the soup in her hand.
"Why are you here?" He stood up and was about to walk forward when Nan Yan waved his hand to stop him.
"Mother Zhou said you didn't eat much for dinner, so I cooked a bowl of sweet soup for you. You can continue working after eating!"
After thinking about it, Nan Yan still felt that even if Lu Huaijing took Song Yihuan to the hospital, there must be something to deal with.
If the old relationship really rekindled, he wouldn't come to the hospital to pick her up from get off work.
Therefore, she "admitted" her suspicions and secretly cooked a sweet soup and delivered it to him.
Lu Huaijing obviously didn't expect it, but when he saw Nan Yan bringing the things to him, his eyes were full of concern, and the guilt in his heart was more like cutting flesh with a blunt knife.
"You look a little haggard recently. If you're done with it, you should rest first!" Nan Yan said softly.
Lu Huaijing lowered his eyelashes and nodded, then took the sweet soup over in a disguised manner and pretended to eat it with relish.
"My wife's craftsmanship is really good."
Lu Huaijing smiled and praised.
Nan Yan also felt warm in her heart. The two people with different thoughts were working hard to take care of each other's emotions.
"Then you go about your business first and I won't disturb you anymore."
After she finished speaking, she walked away much more relaxedly.
However, when the door closed, Nan Yan did not see Lu Huaijing's eyes darken.
He even had the feeling that it was tasteless. It was originally a bowl of sweet soup full of love, but at this moment, it turned into a poison that condemned his conscience.
Lu Huaijing gently put down the bowl and stared at the files on the computer for a long time.
Song Yihuan's checklist appeared in front of her eyes.
No, he can't go on like this.
Lu Huaijing lowered his head, looked at the soup in front of him, and made a decision in his heart.
He spent more than ten minutes trying to reorganize the language.
This matter must be made clear to Nan Yan sooner or later. Although the timing of the showdown is not very good now, it is better than one day when Nan Yan knows it himself.
Thinking like this, Lu Huaijing finally walked towards the bedroom.
At this time, Nan Yan had already taken a shower and lay down on the bed.
She turned her back to the door, and in a daze, someone seemed to be hugging her from behind.
Nan Yan suddenly opened her eyes, and then noticed the strong arms wrapped around her waist.
"What's wrong?" She said vaguely, but her arms kept tightening.
Nan Yan suddenly woke up. She immediately realized something, and then quickly made an excuse: "Huai Jing, I'm... a little tired. I don't want... tonight?"
Every time...she had backache the next day.
She has a very important surgery tomorrow and has to stand for seven or eight hours, so she can't delay it.
But the warm embrace behind him had no intention of forcing it. In fact, Lu Huaijing just put his chin on the crook of her neck and said in a low voice:
"I just want to hold you like this and not mess around."
The warm breath fell on her neck, itching and a bit teasing.
Nan Yan was a little helpless. After three years of marriage, she had never seen Lu Huaijing like this.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but turn around and hug the man as well.
"Did something happen?"
Although she no longer doubts Lu Huaijing, if he wants to say something, she is willing to listen.
But Lu Huaijing froze.
The understanding look of the woman in his arms only made him feel more guilty.
But the determination that had been made up began to waver at this moment.
While he was silent, Nan Yan received no response, so he spoke again:
"Huai Jing, I don't know what happened to you, but if I can know it, I am willing to share it with you. Maybe we can solve it together?"
These words immediately touched Lu Huaijing.
He frowned for a while, then slowly said: "Nan Yan, if... I did something wrong, will you forgive me?"
When Nan Yan heard this, his heart suddenly sank.
So, he wanted to say that he and Song Yihuan...
Nan Yan felt very sad and almost blurted out: "Is it about Song Yihuan?"
Lu Huaijing lowered his eyelashes and looked at Nan Yan with complicated eyes.
Seeing her looking at him nervously, she suddenly didn't know how to speak.
If he told him, would Nan Yan... still forgive him?
Lu Huaijing didn't dare to gamble, let alone hurt her again.
Thoughts went back and forth, and finally, everything turned into nothingness.
Lu Huaijing shifted his gaze and held her tightly in his arms.
"No, Nan Yan, I just asked casually."
After all, he didn't have the courage to tell her the truth.
Lu Huaijing even thought that it would be best if he could hide it for the rest of his life.
Because he was really afraid of seeing her disappointed eyes.
Nan Yan also breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
After all, she believed that Lu Huaijing would not deceive her.
So, she added again: "Huai Jing, as long as it doesn't touch the bottom line, I won't be angry. I'm just afraid that you will lie to me..."
This made Lu Huaijing even more confused.
He tightened his arms, only holding the little woman tighter.
"Nan Yan, I love you..."
The hoarse voice sounded so beautiful at this moment.
It was these three words that completely dispelled Nan Yan's doubts.
Since he said so, she was willing to believe him.
…
The next day.
Lu Huaijing took the initiative to find Song Yihuan for the first time.
At this time, Song Yihuan, although pregnant, was still auditioning on the set.
After filming one scene, she was in pretty good condition.
But when her eyes touched the man standing next to her, Song Yihuan immediately covered her mouth uncharacteristically.
He hurried to the bathroom.
Lu Huaijing frowned and followed immediately.
Before he even reached the place, he heard her suppressed vomiting sound.
Lu Huaijing immediately quickened his pace and walked to the sink, where he saw Song Yihuan's trembling body.
At this time, she was lying in front of the sink, vomiting acidic water in pain.
In order to maintain her figure, she seldom ate, and now there was nothing to vomit.
But even so, the painful sound still made Lu Huaijing unable to help but feel anxious.
He immediately stepped forward and reached out to pat her back.
But Song Yihuan, as if she had just noticed him, turned her head in surprise and immediately covered her mouth.
She turned on the faucet quickly and said anxiously, "Ajing, why are you here?"
