Mr.Lu, don't mess around

In this world, it is said that mother is great. Of course, it's not just simple care. When every newborn comes, it's at the cost of mother's walking in the gate of death.

Qin Yihuan's body weakened a lot with the speed visible to the naked eye. After the abortion, she lay on the bed for a long time and took many tonics. Although her face was not so ugly, her expression was always in a trance. Most of the time, she would look at a place in silence for a long time without moving her eyes. Her eyes were not bright, only boundless silence and indifference.

She is not so much a body without a soul as a dead one.

When Lu Jinghuai saw Qin Yihuan, she was in such a state.

The first time he saw it, he felt very scared.

She is like a wisp of smoke, the wind does not have to blow, it will float away.

"Yihuan..." just opened his mouth, Lu Jinghuai was surprised by his hoarse voice, as if he had not opened his mouth for several days.

Qin Yihuan raised his head and looked at him dully without opening his mouth.

She lost a lot of weight, her chin pointed a lot, her cheekbones protruded slightly, her hair lost its luster, and her face lost a lot of collagen in the past. She was a little haggard, and her eyes were dark and frightening.

A tottering butterfly.

Lu Jinghuai stepped forward, held her arm, suppressed her heartache, and asked her hoarsely, "didn't you have a good rest?"

Qin Yihuan didn't listen to him and ignored him.

Seeing this, Lu Jinghuai pursed her lips and helped Qin Yihuan into the room.

He closed the door and carefully let Qin Yihuan sit down on the sofa in the room.

She was still a little dull, and he was sitting beside her.

Both of them didn't speak. Lu Jinghuai had a lot to say, but he couldn't say it at his throat. Every word and sentence seemed pale and powerless.

Don't be upset? Who doesn't know?

Don't think about him, but who can control his heart.

"Have you eaten yet?" Lu Jinghuai looks at Qin Yihuan and asks her.

Qin Yihuan also looked at Lu Jinghuai. After a long time, he finally said, "eat."

Her lips are very dry and her skin is seriously peeled. Her whole face has no blood color. She looks like she is weak. Even though she has experienced miscarriage, she should not take good care of herself. The only explanation is that she did not take good care of her body.

Without extra blame, Lu Jinghuai puts the pillow next door behind her, takes off Qin Yihuan's slippers, puts her legs on the sofa and covers her legs with a blanket.

Qin Yihuan didn't resist, or she didn't have any extra strength. She just frowned and didn't say anything after all.

"Take a break. I'll cook something for you."

Lu Jinghuai said that, regardless of Qin Yihuan's opinions, he quickly went to the kitchen and looked at the refrigerator. There were only some vegetables and eggs left in the empty room.

He pursed his lips and knew how Qin Yihuan took care of himself.

Take out the eggs and vegetables. He goes into the kitchen and cooks an egg porridge and scrambles a dish of vegetables. Qin Yihuan needs to mend her body, but she's in such a state that she can't rest assured to leave her at home alone. She can only make do with these ingredients first, and then ask her assistant to send some mending ingredients later.

The soft porridge was quickly prepared, and the fragrance filled the whole room.

Lu Jinghuai took it out and put it down at the dining table.

Walking slowly to the sofa of the living room, I saw that the people there had closed their eyes. Their eyelashes cast a shadow like crow feathers. The soft light of the living room turned into a warm yellow color on her face, which made her look thin and powerless, like a mass of cotton deeply trapped in the swamp, light and heavy.

Lu Jinghuai stroked his heart with his right hand, as if he had been hit by something, or rowed by something sharp. The wound was bleeding.

He is not willing to wake up the people who fall asleep. He always feels that she hasn't had a good rest in the past day or two. Maybe even the short sleep time will be haunted by nightmares. Such a quiet moment may be really rare for her.

Lu Jinghuai pursed his lips and waited for a while. After watching for a long time, he made a sound and gently awakened Qin Yihuan.

She needs something to eat or she won't be able to support herself.

Qin Yihuan's sleep is very shallow. He just opens his eyes when he is called softly. His cold and empty eyes show a timid feeling. In a moment, he recovers calm and coldness. But in such a moment, he is caught by Lu Jinghuai.

"Yihuan, have something to eat. I made porridge for you. It's very soft and waxy. It's delicious. Have some first." His tone was affectionate with an imperceptible touch, like a plea.

Qin Yihuan took a slow look at him and looked at the porridge on the table next to him.

She had already smelled the fragrance of the room, and she knew that Lu Jinghuai was tossing about in her home, just a young master condescending to make such a bowl of porridge.

It's false to say that you can't move.

Her heart is not made of stone. She can tell who is good to her and who is bad to her.

With a movement of her fingers, she propped up and took the spoon.

Lu Jinghuai stopped her, "I'll come."

Slender fingers holding the spoon, carefully feed porridge to her mouth.

Qin Yihuan felt a little strange, frowned and dodged.

If Lu Jinghuai hadn't kept an eye on her, the hot spoon would have stuck to her cheek. He knew that even Qin Yihuan's friends could not bear such behavior, but he still lied to himself and asked, "what's the matter? You just wake up, the spoon is not steady. "

Qin Yihuan shook his head and said in a slow voice, "I'll do it myself." The voice is very weak and dumb.

Hearing him speak, Lu Jinghuai was stunned. This is the first sentence she said to him today. Instead of refuting, he handed the spoon to Qin Yihuan.

Qin Yihuan adjusted her posture, lifted the bowl and ate it slowly.

Perhaps because of her weak body, her hands holding the bowl and spoon trembled slightly, but she also stubbornly refused Lu Jinghuai's help.

Seeing this, Lu Jinghuai just reminded her to drink slowly, and there was something inside.

Although he is a young master in other people's eyes, this kind of cooking is no less frustrating. In order to support himself, his cooking skills become better and better, and his porridge is delicious.

Qin Yihuan didn't have much appetite, but he ate up the porridge in the bowl.

The originally empty stomach was surrounded by warm temperature, and it became less uncomfortable. The feeling of nausea and vomiting was also gone. The whole body felt better and the spirit was better.