My wife is squeamish

Chapter 392 Lying on Her Bedside and Sleeping All Night

Anzhi either doesn't have a stomachache, or the pain is so painful that he wants to roll.

She just wants to roll in pain today.

A small face was frighteningly pale, with sweat oozing from his forehead, but he didn't feel any pain, so he bit his lip, rolled himself into a ball, and stuffed himself in the chair.

Watching Gong Zhan feels distressed.

He heated up the hot water bag and asked the kitchen to boil brown sugar water.

But it can only relieve pain.

These, when it really hurts, don't have much effect.

"An Zhi, lie down on the bed, okay?" Gong Zhan stretched out his hand to pull her.

An Zhi moved his body, was pulled up reluctantly, sat on the chair, stretched out his white and slender arms towards him, "Hug."

Without any hesitation, Gong Zhan bent down and hugged her easily.

On the way to the bed, he was still thinking that he should limit the amount of spicy food she eats every day.

The little guy just doesn't pay attention, so he often has stomach pains.

An Zhi, who was nestled in his little brother's arms, didn't know what he was thinking.

Otherwise, you will definitely protest.

Gong Zhan put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and put his big hand on her abdomen, "Is it better?"

"Yeah, it's much better." An Zhi felt the continuous heat from his little brother's palm.

Immediately, I felt less pain.

In a daze, she just dragged his wrist and fell asleep.

Gong Zhan didn't dare to let go, fearing that she would wake up from the pain, so he could only wrap his arms around her, let her lie in his arms, put his big hands on her abdomen, and held her like this to sleep all night.

Early the next morning.

An Zhi opened his eyes in a daze early on, feeling that his stomach didn't hurt as much as last night.

Looking up, she saw Gong Zhan's graceful chin. He was lying on the bedside, looking at his big hand in front of her eyes, she frowned.

He secretly stretched out his own hand and stuffed it under the little brother's palm.

The big hand wraps the small hand.

He closed his eyes happily and fell asleep again.

When she woke up again, she was the only one on the bed, and Gong Zhan was no longer by the bed.

She scratched her head, got up from the bed with some dissatisfaction, hugged the quilt and yawned. Before she got up, she heard someone knocking on the door outside.

Today seems to be Saturday.

Did it come quietly?
An Zhi thought to himself, and shouted towards the door, "Come in."

It was Mrs. Mu Jiang Shuyun who opened the door and came in.

"Hey, why are you here, Auntie?" An Zhi was stunned when he saw her.

"Come here to see you, are you feeling better?" Mrs. Mu took two quick steps, opened the bead curtain, and walked to her bedside, "I heard from Gong Zhan that you were not feeling well last night."

"No, I just have a stomachache." An Zhi said lightly, in front of outsiders, she was not that hypocritical.

"My stomach hurts. I knew I would boil some ginger juice and brown sugar water, put two red dates in it, drink it warm, and the pain would be gone." Mrs. Mu sat by the bed, lovingly touching her face.

Even after such a long time, An Zhi is still not used to her intimacy.

Subconsciously dodged to the side.

A trace of injury flashed in Mrs. Mu's eyes, but she concealed it very well.

Anzhi himself was weird, scratching his face with his small hands, "Well, in fact, there are brown sugar and ginger in the kitchen. Auntie cook some for me. I want to drink it, so make it sweeter."

"Hey, okay, auntie, you can make ginger milk. This is delicious too. I'll go down first, and you can come down and drink it after you wash up." Mrs. Mu finally became a little happier.

He hurriedly got up, told her, and walked outside.

An Zhi watched her out the door, got up clutching her stomach, and opened the curtains.

Outside, the warm sun shines in.

(End of this chapter)