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Chapter 217 Is Mommy Sick?
Song Yinyin was so frightened that she ran out of the master bedroom as if fleeing.

After returning to her room, Song Yinyin closed the door hastily, leaning her back against the door panel, her chest heaving violently.

It's dangerous, it's dangerous...

She exhaled lightly, but there was still a lingering fire in her body.

It wasn't until a dull pain in her stomach came again that she realized that her aunt was here, and she had to find a sanitary napkin for emergency.

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In the master bedroom, the residual temperature has not subsided.

After making sure she left, Lu Jinhan turned and looked at the door.

The door didn't know when it was bounced a foot away, he frowned, walked over quickly, and closed the door tightly.

One hand pressed against the door of the house, and the other hand rubbed the painful temple. The muscles of the whole body were tense, and the forehead, back, and palms were covered with dense sweat.

Just now, Song Yinyin is like a statue carved from jade, ruddy and crystal clear, under the moonlight in the middle of the night, her whole body is smudged exquisitely, as if she would melt away with just one breath...

Big beads of sweat flowed out from his forehead, cheeks, and back crazily, and Lu Jinhan hurriedly turned and went to the bathroom.

Then he directly twisted his head, poured cold water all over his body, and then used cold water to wash away the restlessness in his heart over and over again...

After a long time, he finally regained his composure.

Going back to the sofa and sitting down, he glanced at the medicine box on the coffee table, and a helpless smile escaped from the corner of his mouth.

It seems that he can only give himself medicine.

It is always inconvenient to give yourself medicine.

After taking the medicine, Lu Jinhan was already sweating profusely. He went to the balcony again with a cigarette in his hand.

Looking at the scattered fireworks in the distance, his heart gradually returned to its original position. After taking the last puff of cigarettes, he extinguished the cigarette butt and flicked it into the trash can not far away.

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The next day, early in the morning.

Song Yinyin was sleeping soundly, and faintly heard rustling sounds coming from her ears, followed by a conversation between two people, one big and one small.

"Daddy, is Mommy sick? Why doesn't she wake up no matter how I call her?" This childish and lovely voice is undoubtedly Song Dabai's.

"Your mommy is really sick, so don't disturb her sleep, I'll take you down for dinner."

This time the speaker's voice was deep and deep, like Lu Jinhan?

Wait a minute, Lu Jinhan?
How did he come to her bedroom?

Surprised by this 'horrible' reality, it was like a computer system that suddenly activated Song Yinyin's memory of last night.

She remembered the scene of rolling on the sofa with him last night, and immediately opened her eyes, in front of her was a handsome face that was magnified several times.

"Lu Jinhan, why did you climb onto my bed? Get off!"

She slapped his hand away mercilessly, then slammed his chest away, and kicked him off the bed in one go.

Unprepared, Lu Jinhan was kicked down by her like this, looking a little embarrassed.

The moment he fell to the floor, his handsome face showed an expression of disbelief, and he stared blankly at the woman who sat up from the bed with a defensive face.

It was the child Song Dabai who witnessed this scene who spoke first.

"Mummy, why did you kick Daddy when Daddy covered you with a quilt?" The little guy defended Daddy.

Um, did she blame him by mistake?
I thought he sneaked into the guest room secretly, trying to plot against her.

"I'm sorry." She stuck out her little red tongue and looked at Lu Jinhan apologetically.

(End of this chapter)