Lord Huo picked up a real princess

Chapter 143
With this illness, Wanwan couldn't go anywhere in bed.

Xu Mobai knew that Wanwan and Lian Yazhi had a good relationship, so he took the time to call her.

At that time, Qin Ying was still in Yazhi's study, she frowned and said, "Wanwan is sick? Is it serious?"

When Qin Ying heard that familiar title, Qin Ying's hand trembled, and the ink-stained pen fell to the ground.

She looked up at Lian Yazhi in astonishment.

Lian Yazhi didn't understand, so she covered the receiver and asked Qin Ying, "What's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Qin Ying swallowed unconsciously, and shook her head: "No."

Well, Lian Yazhi was worried about Wanwan's situation, and wanted to make a video call for Wanwan, so she left Qin Ying alone in the study and went back to her room with her mobile phone.

After Lian Yazhi left, Qin Ying sat in her original position without moving for a long time, dazed in a daze.

Wan Wan.

She hasn't thought of this name for a long time...

There's that one more.

The air seemed to be suffocatingly dull, Qin Ying couldn't sit still, so she stood up and wanted to get some air by the window.

There are many paintings and calligraphy in Lian Yazhi's study room. When passing over one of the desks, Qin Ying accidentally bumped into one of the scrolled hanging paintings.

Several rolls of hanging paper piled on the table were also brought to the ground.

One pair had no tether and fell apart.

Black ink on white paper, brilliant handwriting.

There was surprise in Qin Ying's eyes, thinking that it was someone's handwriting, she carefully picked it up, and went to see the last pen.

I saw that at the very end, there was a word written in a neat and bold manner, yet elegant in the boldness.

Qin.

Any well-known calligrapher will not only write a signature, but also print an exclusive seal next to the name in case the work is counterfeited.

However, not only did this pair not have a full signature, it didn't even have a seal.

It seems that it was not written by a famous calligrapher or painter.

Looking at that stunning work, Qin Ying held her breath.

In the room on the second floor.

"Sister Yazhi."

With a fever-reducing sticker on her head, only one head remained, Wanwan greeted Lian Yazhi with a sleepy expression.

The voice is a little hoarse.

Lian Yazhi's voice was gentle: "Wanwan, why are you sick?"

"I kicked the quilt last night."

Wanwan was a little embarrassed. She used to sleep in a very disciplined position, and she didn't move around from falling asleep to waking up.

I don't know why, but now I can kick the quilt.

Lian Yazhi was distressed and funny: "Then remember not to kick the quilt next time, how uncomfortable it is to be sick."

"Yeah." Wanwan cried for a while, but now her eyes were still slightly red: "It's really uncomfortable."

Huo Yin sat aside and heard that her voice was hoarse, and said in a low voice, "Drink some water."

While talking, Lian Yazhi watched from the other end, helped him up with the quilt, gave him two sips of water, and then glanced at the screen with a cool look.

Lian Yazhi was very discerning, and knew that the big devil was distressed.

"Wanwan, take good care of yourself, my sister will visit you in a few days."

"Okay, goodbye sister Yazhi."

Wanwan habitually wanted to wave to Lian Yazhi, but just as her hand slipped out of the quilt, it was covered involuntarily.

His tone was severe: "What should I do if I catch a cold?"

Wanwan said "Oh" and said naturally, "Then help me say goodbye to Sister Yazhi."

Huo Yin: "..."

Lian Yazhi: "..."

Lian Yazhi thought that Huo Yin would not pay attention to such a childish request, but he did not expect that while wrapping her up a little tighter, he waved arrogantly and perfunctorily at the screen.

The tone is light: "Hang up."

(End of this chapter)