Wen Zhan deliberately did not answer, but still said in the same cold tone: "Go to eat."
Mu Wanqing moved her mouth and didn't dare to ask more questions. She was afraid of irritating him and refused to help find her mobile phone.
Had to go eat.
The children were babbling and playing in the stroller. She was teasing the children while eating. After a while, there was the sound of cars in the courtyard.
Wen Zhan stood up and went out, and she craned her neck to take a peek.
The man came back soon, still empty-handed, just as when he left.
When their eyes met, he smiled and joked: "How come you stretch like a giraffe?"
She wasn't angry, she just asked: "Where's the phone? Have you got it?"
"Who told you that you got a mobile phone? Han Feng asked me to sign a document."
The expectation on her face was suddenly dashed.
Originally, Mu Wanqing planned to work overtime at night to continue revising the plan - Yu Qiao gave her some suggestions during the day.
But her cell phone was lost, leaving her in no mood.
The cries of the children were heard outside. She got up and went out to feed her sister again.
It was getting late, so she lingered outside the master bedroom for a while, then silently turned the doorknob and went in.
Wen Zhan leaned against the bedside with his laptop in front of him.
Seeing the woman come in, he glanced at her lightly and said, "I thought you were going to hide until I fell asleep before returning to the room."
Mu Wanqing pursed her lips, not daring to say anything back. She walked to the big bed like a quail and lifted the quilt.
Wen Zhan looked at her and curled his lips. After putting the notebook away and putting it back on the table, he took out a mobile phone from the drawer.
"Give."
With just one word, the woman jumped up with joy. She took the phone and was overjoyed: "You found it! When did you get it? Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
She held up her phone and opened the screen. She saw the familiar screensaver and familiar desktop. She clicked on the photo album and all the photos and videos were there.
"That's great, it hasn't been deleted." She murmured to herself, her face filled with the joy of having found something.
Wen Zhan looked at her happy look and explained: "When the police came over, the thief was looking for someone to flash the phone. Fortunately, the boss of the store was a principled person and saw that he might have stolen it, so he didn't flash it for him. .”
Otherwise, even if I get it back now, there may be nothing in the phone.
Mu Wanqing looked at the man, her eyes shining, "Thank you."
"I'm your husband, why are you thanking me? Besides, instead of talking about it, it's better to take practical actions." He curled his lips evilly, smiled meaningfully, and his eyes were heavy, and he almost wrote his thoughts on the banner. lift it up.
Of course the woman understands what he means, but it's a pity...
Her cheeks turned red, her eyelashes lowered, and she said sheepishly: "I can't do it today... I'm here for that -"
"What's coming?" Wen Zhan didn't hear clearly.
She pursed her lips and said more clearly, "It's my period...it comes at night."
"..." Wen Zhan's face suddenly looked more embarrassed than hers.
When Mu Wanqing didn't enter the room, he was thinking about how to get her to repay his kindness tonight.
Last time I agreed to let her go out to work, she took the initiative that night, and she obviously felt better doing it than when she was reluctant in the past.
He thought he could relive it again tonight, and he had been looking forward to it for a long time, but unexpectedly a basin of cold water poured down on him.
The atmosphere was strangely silent. Mu Wanqing looked at his face and did not dare to say a word.
Deep down in my heart, I actually feel a sense of revenge.
After a while, Wen Zhan lay down and said lightly: "Go to sleep."
"Yes." She responded softly, silently turned off the light, and lay down.
Mu Wanqing used to suffer from dysmenorrhea, and in severe cases, she had to rely on painkillers to survive.
After giving birth to the baby, menstrual cramps have been relieved a lot, but back pain and abdominal distension are still unavoidable.
Tossing and turning, it was a little hard to fall asleep.
Wen Zhan didn't fall asleep either. Feeling that she was restless, Wen Zhan said slightly unhappy: "What, are there fleas on your body?"
Mu Wanqing did not dare to move anymore and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, or I can go to the guest room to sleep."
She wanted to go find Aunt Zhou, get some brown sugar ginger tea, and put a hot water bottle on it.
Before she finished speaking, she stood up. Unexpectedly, before she could lift the quilt, Wen Zhan turned around, pushed her back to the bed hard, and growled: "Mu Wanqing, what did I say to drive you away?" Do you want to leave? Or do you have something secret in your heart and feel that sleeping with me is unbearable? "
It’s so hot!
I have to sleep in separate rooms every day!
What husband can endure this?
In the past, I blamed him and Lu Kejun for not knowing each other, but it was justifiable to make a fuss.
But now he has ended his relationship with Lu Kejun, and he has treated her with kindness and sincerity - isn't this enough?
Mu Wanqing was startled and lay down in a daze, her eyes blazing: "I...I didn't mean that."
"Then what do you mean?" He insisted on asking.
"I'm... I'm not feeling well. I can't sleep. I'm moving around and will disturb you..." The woman explained hesitantly, feeling a little aggrieved.
This time Wen Zhan was stunned.
After two seconds of silence, his tone dropped a bit: "What's wrong? What's wrong with you?"
"Just...when I come there, my back hurts and my stomach hurts..."
"Dysmenorrhea?" Wen Zhan understood this.
After all, he and Lu Kejun have been ambiguous for so many years, so of course he will understand the pain girls go through every month.
Mu Wanqing's eyes were startled, and she was obviously a little surprised when she looked at him, but she soon understood - he must have understood it from Lu Kejun.
The two people's eyes met, and although they didn't say anything, both parties caught the subtle feeling.
Wen Zhan felt guilty inexplicably, and when he stood up, he explained: "You learned this common sense in biology in junior high school, don't think too much about it."
The woman doesn’t appreciate it: “Explanation is just cover-up.”
The man got up and got out of bed, leaving behind him: "Whatever you think."
When he reached the door, he suddenly turned back: "Lie well!"
Mu Wanqing was about to ask him what he was doing, but before he could speak, he came back with a word and lay down again.
Wen Zhan went downstairs and found Aunt Zhou. After explaining the reason, Aunt Zhou immediately ordered the kitchen to make brown sugar ginger tea.
"Third Young Master, let your wife hold this warm baby, it will make you feel better."
Wen Zhan looked at the furry thing with an awkward expression on his face, but he still took it smoothly.
On the bed, Mu Wanqing was lying softly. In fact, the pain was not severe, but maybe it was because she was too tired from work recently and her body was overtired. She felt sore in her legs and knees, as if there was wind in her bones.
Just when she was hesitating whether to swallow a painkiller directly, the door to the room was pushed open again.
"Get up and drink this." Wen Zhan came in with a steaming cup and called her not too gently.
Mu Wanqing was lying on her side, curled up into a ball, her eyebrows tightly knitted together.
Hearing the sound, she raised her head slightly, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
The aloof third young master of the Wen family actually knows how to serve others?
Seeing that she didn't respond, Wen Zhan raised his voice and said, "Why, you want me to feed you personally?"
"No, no..." she said quickly, then sat up, took the cup and looked at it, "Brown sugar ginger tea?"
She was even more surprised, thinking that she was indeed Lu Kejun's flower protector, he knew so much.
Wen Zhan was too lazy to care about what she thought. He just sat down by the bed and said softly: "Aunt Zhou said that you are suitable to drink this now..."
