The 365-day trial marriage of the male god: the sweet wife is a bit wild

Chapter 1238 Unlucky bride-to-be
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault, stop crying."

Shan Hanjie hugged her trembling body guiltily, and put her into his arms.

The warm water splashed on the two of them, and after the grievance, the atmosphere changed immediately.

Before Qin Youxuan could recover, she had already knocked him down.

After taking wedding photos for a whole day, Qin Youxuan was too tired to move her fingers.

If you can't push it away, you can only let him toss.

When Shan Hanjie was satisfied, Qin Youxuan fell asleep leaning on his chest, not even knowing how she was carried out of the bathroom.

When I woke up, it was already bright outside the window.

The warm sunlight shone on the window sill, haloing out a halo of happiness.

"Ah-"

As soon as Qin Youxuan opened her eyes, she sneezed.

Just as she was about to sit up, she fell back on the bed feeling dizzy.

Stretching out his hand to touch his forehead, he tragically found that he seemed to have caught a cold.

It's all to blame for Shan Hanjie, who tossed her in the bathroom for so long last night, but now it's over, she was brought down by the virus.

"Knock Knock-"

"Young Mistress, Master Jie has ordered you to get up for lunch even if you want to sleep, and you can't skip eating for a day." The housekeeper's respectful voice sounded outside the door.

Qin Youxuan turned her head to look at the time, only to find that it was already twelve noon.

She was really sick, and she slept for so long in one sleep.

"I'll be up right away."

Qin Youxuan lifted the quilt, massaged her swollen brain, got up, propped herself up in a daze, and entered the bathroom.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he changed out of his nightgown before opening the door and going downstairs.

When I walked to the living room, I saw the butler was already waiting there.

"Young mistress, lunch is ready." The butler pulled out the chair and bowed respectfully.

"Ah-"

Just as Qin Youxuan was about to speak, she couldn't help but sneezed, her face turned red, and she looked haggard.

Seeing the confinement wife who was about to hug Xiao Tingye to her, she stopped in her tracks.

"Don't let the baby get close to me, I seem to have a cold."

Qin Youxuan rubbed her nose and said in a low voice.

She started to have a stuffy nose, and it looked like she really had a cold.

As Qin Youxuan said, she fell powerlessly on the sofa.

"What's going on, isn't it uncomfortable?"

As soon as Shan Hanjie received the call, he rushed back to the private villa.

The doctor came back with him.

After checking for Qin Youxuan, it was confirmed that the immunity was weakened due to fatigue, so she caught a cold.

Fortunately, she didn't have a fever, because Qin Youxuan was breastfeeding, the doctor just prescribed some cold medicine, and left without an injection.

"You can knock yourself down when you take a wedding photo, Shan Hanjie, is there a bride-to-be who is more unlucky than me?"

Qin Youxuan was lying on the bed, her pretty face was pale and bloodless, with a thick pillow under her head, holding a cup of hot water in her hand, complaining pitifully.

"It seems that God doesn't want me to marry you."

"What nonsense?"

Shan Hanjie raised his hand to give her a slap, and took the water glass in her hand.

"It's just a cold. It will be fine in a few days. The wedding will be held as scheduled. You must marry me."

After finishing the words, he stretched out his hand to touch Qin Youxuan's forehead, feeling the slightly hot touch, and raised his eyebrows in displeasure.

What a quack, dare to tell him that he doesn't have a fever.

"I'm fine, I was just joking, what are you doing so seriously, you scared me to death." Qin Youxuan grabbed his hand, and didn't see her son for a long time, feeling as uncomfortable as a cat scratching.

(End of this chapter)