Song Qingwan is a bit crazy, but she has something to say.
This little troublemaker is not like him, so he can only be like her unidentified mother.
Lu Junhan frowned, as if he suddenly thought of something, pursed his sharp thin lips, and turned to look at the obedient little girl sitting across from him.
The little girl huddled up on the sofa saw him looking over, and didn't know what he was going to do, but she still blinked her big black eyes, happily ran over and sat beside him.
Then he raised his pretty little fat face and showed him a silly and sweet smile: "Dad."
Lu Junhan was silent for a while.
Thinking of it, four years ago, there was a silly woman who was about the same height as this little troublesome woman, who climbed into his bed while he wasn't paying attention...
Lu Junhan closed his eyes, and the veins on his forehead twitched.
He might have mistakenly blamed this little thing's mother. Maybe he gave up that memory voluntarily.
"Huh? Auntie, are you hot?"
The little girl happily called her father.
As soon as she turned her head, she saw Song Qingwan's face suddenly turned pale for some reason.
Within a few seconds, there was obvious cold sweat on his forehead.
Even breathing became a little heavier.
She clutched her belly tightly with her right hand, and her body was tense, as if she was enduring some severe pain.
Little Lolita saw that she was sweating more and more, and her aunt's face was getting whiter. She felt that her aunt might be really hot, and she almost passed out!
Immediately became anxious.
The little short legs ran to the kitchen desperately, took a bottle of ice coke out of the refrigerator, and quickly stuffed it to Song Qingwan: "Auntie, auntie! Drink this! Drink this and it won't be hot!"
Yesterday she was helping my grandfather fish in the yard. The sun was too strong and she was sweating all over.
Aunt also gave her to drink this black water.
After drinking it, she is not hot at all!
It's amazing!
"What's going on? Are you feeling unwell?"
Lu Junhan looked suspiciously over.
Song Qingwan's heart skipped a beat, this brat is suspicious by nature, and his brain is too easy to use, but he is not easy to deceive.
Just trying to make a sound and find a reason to perfunctory.
But the stomach hurts so much that I can't speak, and the feeling of nausea rushes up my throat one after another, and I want to vomit wildly when I open my mouth.
My eyes also started to darken.
As a result, Song Qingwan could only grit her teeth tightly as before, so as not to lose her composure.
Then he held on and shook his head at Lu Junhan, expressing that he was fine.
"Auntie, wipe off your sweat!"
Not long after, little Lolita grabbed a few tissues and ran over, imitating the way Song Qingwan helped her wipe sweat before, carefully stood on tiptoe, and gently pressed the tissue on her forehead with her small hand:
"It won't be hot after wiping!"
Lu Junhan ignored her, but with a sullen face, he turned his head and said coldly to the servant: "Get the car ready, go to the hospital."
Song Qingwan's pupils tightened, she gritted her teeth, and wanted to say that there was no need to go to the hospital.
But it was so painful that I couldn't speak, as if I would pass out from the pain in a few seconds!
At this moment, the little girl took off the sweat-absorbing tissue that was pressed on her forehead, and touched her forehead with her small hand, fearing that some places might not be wiped with sweat.
However, after being touched by her like this, Song Qingwan's symptoms were strangely relieved a lot.
Before Song Qingwan was surprised what was going on.
The driver came in from the outside at this moment and told Lu Junhan that the car was ready.
"It's gone. It's not too bad luck to go to some hospital at night. If you don't know, you think I'm going to die!"
Song Qingwan took a deep breath, waiting for the nausea and pain to subside slowly.
After regaining some strength, he waved his hand towards Lu Junhan with a pale face:
"I just drank too much wine on an empty stomach. I didn't pay attention to it. I had a stomach problem again. It's nothing serious. Just take some stomach medicine and it will be fine!"
Saying that, she didn't care what Lu Junhan thought, she turned her head and shouted:
"Mother Liu, help me get my stomach medicine, yes! It's the kind I used to take."
When Song Qingwan was young, in order to support the Lu family, she drank and socialized everywhere, found people to cooperate with, often stayed up late, had irregular eating and rest schedules, and was under great pressure at work.
After such a toss, within a few years, stomach problems came out.
Her stomach problem has lasted for at least 16 years, and almost all the servants in the Lu family's villa know about it, so stomach medicine is often prepared at home.
And she clutched her stomach desperately just now, it really seemed like a stomach attack.
The servant and bodyguard didn't even suspect it, and hurried to find her medicine.
And Lu Junhan frowned slightly, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know whether he believed it or not.
"sick?"
The little girl didn't know what a stomach problem was, she listened ignorantly, her expression was a little nervous,
"Auntie, are you sick? Then, will you die?"
Song Qingwan was amused by her worried expression about whether to cry or not, she gave a "poof" and laughed:
"Of course I won't die. Auntie is suffering from a minor illness, not a serious one."
Then she stretched out her fingers to pinch the little girl's plump face, glanced casually at Lu Junhan over there from the corner of her eye, and teased with a smile:
"But looking at your expression, if you don't know, you think I'm really going to die! Don't worry, Auntie just needs to take some medicine and she'll be fine!"
"Auntie, eat quickly, you need to get better soon, otherwise, Lili will be very sad."
The little girl pursed her lips and looked up at her. As she spoke, her eyes turned red, and the little milk's voice was a little choked up:
"I don't want my aunt to get sick, it's not good to be sick."
Song Qingwan looked at her little crying face, dazed for a while, and then smiled slowly:
"Yes, not sick, it's not good to be sick."
while they were talking.
The servant hurriedly found the stomach medicine and handed it to Song Qingwan.
In front of Lu Junhan and the little girl, especially under the eager eyes of the little girl, Song Qingwan swallowed the medicine with warm water.
Seeing that she swallowed the medicine, the little girl breathed a sigh of relief, then sucked the pantothenic acid in her nose, and said happily:
"Auntie, if you take the medicine now, won't you get sick?"
"right!"
Song Qingwan rubbed the little girl's chubby face with a smile, "I'm not sick anymore, I'm in great health! Even better than Lili!"
"Really?" The little girl's eyes lit up, and she jumped up happily, "That's great!"
Song Qingwan looked at her with a gentle smile in her eyes.
It's just that deep in the eyes that are not easy to detect, there is a deep sense of sadness and reluctance.
"Okay, I don't think it's too early,"
Song Qingwan casually put her right hand in front of her abdomen, looked at the time on her phone, and urged, "Take Lili to bed first."
Lu Junhan took a deep look at her, pursed his thin lips, and said nothing more. Holding the happy little girl in his big hands, he turned and went upstairs.
They went upstairs, and Song Qingwan also went upstairs and returned to her room.
However, as soon as she entered the room, she couldn't bear it anymore and rushed directly into the bathroom.
In the next second, he lay down in front of the sink and vomited out the contents of his stomach.
It didn't take long for the clean white washbasin to be stained with dazzling blood red.
Song Qingwan closed her eyes.