The secret of a black-bellied husband

Chapter 119 I'm sick again (4)
Qi Lili's heart turned cold when she heard that, she didn't plan to tell Luo Yining, it's good, but how should I say this?
At that time, Luo Yining will only think that you said that on purpose, and when you are angry, you can't listen to anyone.

But Sun Jiajun, when he called Luo Yining, he told Luo Yining what Lu Zhanjiang told him, and Luo Yining turned his back on the spot.

"Jiajun, you are my friend. I am being attacked now. Where are you standing? Both A and I have spoken on the phone. Don't you know what the relationship between our family and theirs is?"

Jiajun was speechless. He hung up the phone and decided he didn't care.

Sun Jiajun's head started to hurt again, and he lay on the bed moaning, thinking that he was such an idiot, no one in this world could be relied on, thinking how kind Luo Yining's mother-in-law was to her before, what did Luo Yining say? Yining is the hardest person in the world to find, and that's how it turned out.

Lu Zhanjiang turned off the computer, came out and said that he would take her to dinner, Sun Jiajun's cold feeling came back, and he held his head and said he was uncomfortable.

"Would you like to go to the hospital?" Lu Zhanjiang looked at her like that, thinking that he should go to the hospital. After all, the injections come quickly, so he shouldn't listen to her in the morning, and should go directly to the hospital.

When Sun Jiajun gets sick, she sticks to people and returns ink marks. Just now, just to vent her anger on Luo Yining, her whole body seemed to be healthy. Now it started again. She did it on purpose. It must be uncomfortable, but it’s right to make Lu Zhanjiang suffer three points , This is who made you like me, don't you like me, then you like it enough.

He was the one who carried her down the stairs and put her on the car. Sun Jiajun giggled.

"I can't drive now. I'm going to Paris Baguette. I only drive on Victory Road."

Sun Jiajun said, she just wanted to eat this, but it was not available in the morning, and they just opened one recently.

Lu Zhanjiang took it with him, and ordered a lot. It was a table, but she was sick, how many mouthfuls could she eat? Watching her eat, Sun Jiajun is quite a problem, he eats what he wants Just look happy, squinting high school.

"Is it that satisfying?"

Sun Jiajun nodded with a spoon in his mouth, yes, how satisfied he can eat what he wants.

Then I went to eat Japanese food with him again, my nose is a bit blocked now, I can't smell anything, Lu Zhanjiang patted his leg and asked her to sit over, anyway, no one will come in when everyone is out, Sun Jiajun sits down Go down, and he hugs her.

"Be obedient, go get an injection in a while."

Sun Jiajun shook his head, feeling a little confused now, hugging his neck and hanging directly on his body.

"I don't want to go."

After eating, Lu Zhanjiang took Sun Jiajun to the Yueyan Meihui SPA club. Sun Jiajun groaned and said that he wanted to go home. Lu Zhanjiang asked her to get her feet. The pots in this house are very interesting and unique. I sprinkled a little in it Then the rose petals went in. He was reading a book while Sun Jiajun was half lying down. The physical therapist's technique was very good. She was a little hurt and wanted to retract her foot, but he grabbed her foot with a smile.

"I'm a little tired. Haven't you been exercising recently?"

Sun Jiajun nodded, how could she have time to exercise now?

Lu Zhanjiang chatted with the physical therapist. The physical therapist said that Sun Jiajun was not in good health and was sick. This is what she was, and she never stopped the medicine, but she never recovered. No matter how many doctors she visited, it was useless to talk to herself. The migraine has a fight.

Then she asked someone to come in and fix her toenails. The man sat down and looked at Sun Jiajun's toenails for a moment.

"How did you get blood all over the inside?"

As soon as she said that Lu Zhanjiang got up and took a look, isn't it? It seems that the top of the big toenail was kicked somewhere high, and then it was covered with blood. Didn't do it, how did the feet get like this?
She suffers from anemia. How can I say that she is not in good health? Even if someone bumps into it, she may not be like this, but she kicks the door, and she always sits on the ground and writes. She doesn't pay attention when she gets up. When you ran outside, you hit the door frame, and that's the way to go.

The manicure manicured her nails for a long time and then applied maintenance. Not to mention Sun Jiajun's nails, which have never been done since she started writing. First, she has no time, and second, it is inconvenient to type.

Lu Zhanjiang dragged her to the hospital, saying nothing would work, just go, Sun Jiajun thought in his heart, at this time, even if you go, you are useless, the doctors are off work, at worst, the hospital is coming back, and Lu Zhanjiang is perverted enough, the doctor is off work, but he has a way to get people back.

It is also here that he usually does his physical examination, and he is more familiar with the doctor.

"I don't know where the kick is, is it because of anemia?"

The doctor smiled and kicked his foot, but Sun Jiajun's body.

"She looks like she hasn't had a good rest. That waist, what is she doing now?"

When Lu Zhanjiang was writing a novel, the doctor sighed: "Didn't you notice that there is something wrong with her waist? She will move after sitting for a while, because she feels uncomfortable."

When he got home, his face was completely dark, but he didn't say anything. He took the takeaway to her and put it by the bed, and told her to eat if she woke up and was hungry.

Pulling up the quilt for her and sitting while looking at her face, Sun Jiajun was a little dazed by his look, so he turned his face away.

"What do you see me doing?"

"Does your back hurt?"

The doctor also said that Jiajun’s kidneys had some problems, which were caused by the miscarriage. He only watched her for a few days. It's impossible for him to look at her every day, and he doesn't have time.

"It's okay, sometimes it's uncomfortable."

Sun Jiajun felt that there was no need to hide this. If it is uncomfortable, it will be uncomfortable, and if it is not uncomfortable, it will not be uncomfortable.

Lu Zhanjiang watched her for a long time before throwing out a sentence: "Get up early tomorrow, and I will accompany you to climb the mountain."

No way, what kind of mountain to climb if you don't sleep early in the morning?
(End of this chapter)