"Why is this sachet in your hand?"
Leng Yihuang is so familiar with this, and now Lin Xiaomi cannot eat without it.
She had severe morning sickness, and the aroma inside could suppress the churning in her stomach.
At this time, Wen Xiaoxiao took out the sachet, and it was wrapped layer by layer. Its intention was self-evident.
Leng Yihuang only felt his heart tremble slightly, and the veins on his clenched fists bulged.
Something suddenly flashed through his mind, so fast that he couldn't grasp it, but a feeling of sadness and disappointment suddenly rose in his heart.
Wen Xiaoxiao saw how gloomy his face was. When facing Leng Yihuang, especially when he was serious and gloomy, she was always instinctively afraid of him.
Such a man who just doesn't speak and can make people's hearts tremble just by his aura, I don't know how Xiaomi usually gets along with him.
How tough this mental quality should be.
When Leng Yihuang asked her, Wen Xiaoxiao subconsciously stepped back and stood behind Weng Lao.
"When I went to find Xiaomi before and asked the servant to bring you a change of clothes, I took it from your bedside."
With her head down, she could feel the cold and sharp gaze that could not be ignored, swallowed, and continued: "Before this, Grandpa Weng also showed me, and I was also very uncomfortable at that time. I checked and said that I have been in contact with safflower, and said that the aroma of safflower is strong, and you can usually smell it from a long distance."
"I thought about it over and over again. During those few days, I never came into contact with such a thing. The only one was the sachet that I smelled at Xiaomi. In fact, I went to Xiaomi that day for this matter."
"I heard Xiaomi talk about the origin of this sachet, and I know his relationship with you, but I think for Xiaomi, every deliberate thing is due to careful investigation, isn't it?"
For Xiaomi, even if Master Leng blamed her later, she couldn't care less.
Handing the sachet to Elder Weng, she stepped back a few steps.
After all, she still has a baby in her stomach, so she can't make fun of the baby.
Seeing her cautious movements, Weng Lao flashed a smile in his eyes.
Holding the sachet and taking a deep breath, he frowned slightly.
Wen Xiaoxiao handed over a pair of scissors at this time.
Weng Lao opened the sachet, and the contents inside were immediately exposed.
With such a strong fragrance, Wen Xiaoxiao quickly covered her nose, and asked anxiously: "Grandpa Weng, what's the matter, is there any red flowers in it?"
"No."
"No??"
Weng Lao nodded: "Indeed, there are no medicines for pregnant women with morning sickness, and they are suitable for pregnant women to smell."
Wen Xiaoxiao immediately became embarrassed. She glanced at Master Leng out of the corner of her eyes in fear, for fear that he would blame him.
Could it be that she was wrong
"Although there is no safflower in this sachet, that girl must have been exposed to safflower for a long time. You can check the rest yourself."
Weng Lao said, and yawned, these days, he is really too tired.
"I will keep my granddaughter Weng Ling, she should also come out to practice and experience, don't look for me again in the future."
This is Elder Weng, knowing the identity of Young Master Leng, he can speak so directly and without mercy.
"Grandpa Weng, let me take you back." Wen Xiaoxiao said.
"No."
Wen Xiaoxiao paused, feeling a little embarrassed standing there, staying in the same room with Master Leng, feeling that the air pressure in the room had dropped.
Leng Yihuang got up, walked to the place where Weng Lao had been sitting just now, picked up the torn sachet with his fingertips, a look of coldness flashed in his eyes.
"That... I misunderstood just now. Dr. Cheng came here yesterday. I, I said you don't want anyone to bother you, so he sent him back. When I see Dr. Cheng later, I will apologize to him. "
"Need not."
Leng Yihuang repacked the sachet, turned around and returned to the ward.
...
"I heard Xiaoxiao talked about the sachet. Do you think Cheng Jie has something to do with my almost miscarriage?" Lin Xiaomi woke up and improved a lot. She lay on the bed and asked the man who was peeling apples beside her.
Leng Yihuang kept pointing: "Leave this matter to me, don't worry about it, have you forgotten what Weng Lao said? Your most important task now is to take a good rest."
If it was normal, she would definitely listen to him.
Only this matter, she really couldn't leave it to him to handle it completely.
Someone wants to harm her child, she must find out this person.
What is the relationship between Cheng Jie and him
In front of Cheng Jie and Cheng Min, she was never absolutely sure.
In the case of Cheng Min, he has always been partial, but now it is Cheng Jie, and she has no real evidence.
Lin Xiaomi's voice was slightly cold: "Do you believe in Chengjie? Do you think it can't be him?"
"I said let me handle it, eat the apple." He cut the apple into small cubes, inserted a bamboo stick and fed it to his mouth.
Lin Xiaomi refused to eat: "Okay, I can ignore it, but tell me, what are you going to do? Tell me, do you believe that my near miscarriage was related to Cheng Jie?"
Leng Yihuang's face darkened slightly.
Lin Xiaomi got angry and took his silence as an acquiescence.
She turned her back on him annoyed.
Although she has no real evidence for this matter, she has the same opinion as Wen Xiaoxiao.
Both of them have been in contact with safflower, so this safflower must have appeared in their home.
Apart from Cheng Jie, she really couldn't think of anyone else who would harm her baby. Of course, Cheng Jie was definitely not for himself, but for another woman in this hospital.
She can let go of other things and accommodate them, but this is the only thing.
She almost lost her porridge and dry rice, the so-called mother is strong.
She will never allow anyone to hurt her child.
Looking at her slender back, Leng Yihuang's face became even more ugly, but he remained silent.
After sitting for a while, she put the fruit plate in her hand on the table, and walked out of the room without disturbing her rest.
By the window at the end of the corridor, Leng Yihuang stood by the window, in the night sky, the moon was sparse.
His handsome back could not hide his lonely depression.
The cold wind was blowing outside the window, Ah Xing stood in the distance, looked at the man wearing only a thin shirt, hesitated for a moment, and walked over.
"Master, it's too cold, you'd better go back to the ward."
"Have any cigars?"
"...No." Ashing paused, then took out a cigarette from his pocket: "However, I have cigarettes."
Leng Yihuang turned his head to look, but still stretched out his hand to take one, lit it, and took a deep breath.
The strong smell of smoke filled his mouth, and he frowned, feeling very uncomfortable with this cheap smell of smoke.
Ah Xing didn't dare to say too much, at such a moment, he had no way to calm his emotions like the young lady, so he could only stand quietly with him.