The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 127 The Woman During This Time Is a Princess
Ling Feng said in horror: "Did you enter through the back door?"

Mo Junting: "..."

There was no expression on Mo Junting's face: "I didn't do anything."

"Then..." Ling Feng guessed, "Diarrhea? No, if she ate badly last night, it should have happened at three or four in the morning based on her physique. Constipation? With her exercise and eating habits, it won't be so! Alcohol Allergies? She doesn't seem to have a history of alcohol allergies."

Tang Tang, a doctor of medicine, was stumped.

Going through all the intractable diseases that women may have in his mind, Ling Feng's mind flashed: "It can't be a miscarriage, right? Or is it menstruation?"

Mo Junting: "..."

Mo Junting, who knew nothing about women's bodies, was completely unable to answer.

Ling Feng didn't need his answer either, picked up the phone and dug out Yan Zhixin's information, and looked it up carefully.

From the moment Mo Junting fell asleep with Yan Zhixin, he and Ling Shan had an extra copy of Yan Zhixin's information in their hands.

It's just that his information is different from Ling Shan's.

What Ling Shan held was Yan Zhixin's family background, friends, eating habits, etc., and the information in his hand was clear from Yan Zhixin's family medical history to Yan Zhixin's ovulation period.

After finding Yan Zhixin's ovulation period, he did some mental calculations, and his expression became much more relaxed: "It's not a miscarriage, it's menstruation."

But as a man, he has no such thing as aunt paper.

After he dialed Ling Shan's number and asked Ling Shan to find someone to prepare, he shrugged: "Don't be nervous, it's just a trivial matter, it will be fine in seven or five days."

Mo Junting turned around and left.

Ling Feng instructed behind him: "Wait, young master, don't be impulsive, you can't have intercourse during menstruation. Also, it is said that girls are forced to do 360 and five sit-ups during menstruation, just like military training. It’s in a cramp state, so handle it with care.”

Mo Junting paused.

Just when Ling Feng thought he would say "self-deduction of 20.00% year-end bonus" or "shut up", Mo Junting asked unprecedentedly: "Is there any more?"

Ling Feng was so frightened that he almost fell over, and hurriedly supported the railing: "Yes, yes, you can put a hot water bottle on her or help her rub her belly. Women are princesses during this time, so you can pamper her a bit."

……

It was 10 minutes after Yan Zhixin got the aunt's paper and a change of clothes, she washed and changed, and immediately ran to check the bed.

She suspected that it accidentally leaked onto the bed in the morning.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she got to the bed, she bumped into a pair of bottomless eyes.

Mo Junting was sitting on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, waiting for her.

There was an indescribably subtle expression on Jun's face. It was not angry, angry, or sad, but a complex expression that was difficult to describe.

Did he see the blood on the bed sheet?

Yan Zhixin was extremely anxious, walked carefully to the bed, and glanced at the bed from the corner of her eye.

Look left and right, no.

Could it be that he was sitting on the bloodstain?
Yan Zhixin slightly lifted up a corner of the quilt to check for any suspicious colours, then Mo Junting asked in a lazy tone, "What are you looking for?"

Yan Zhixin's heart skipped a beat, she bit the bullet and said, "Look for your phone."

Seeing a suspicious color on the side of his leg, she said dryly, "Please move your leg a little bit, is that okay?"

Mo Junting examined her with probing eyes, but did not move: "Move by yourself."

Yan Zhixin half-kneeled down on the bed, bent down and picked up Mo Junting's leg, and lowered her head to look at the bed sheet.

At this moment, Ling Feng's voice sounded at the door: "Master, let me ask Miss Yan if she needs brown sugar ginger water..."

(End of this chapter)