Chapter 315

They talked there for a long time. Song Yarong became sleepy and fell asleep on Jin Beihan. He was funny and walked out with song Yarong in his arms.

As soon as we get to the door. Jin Beihan saw Jin's mother's joking eyes and coughed. For the first time in many years, he felt embarrassed.

Back in the room, she gently put her on the bed. The little woman seemed very insecure. When he turned and left, she grabbed his hand and whispered uneasily: "uncle, don't go..."

Jin Beihan was helpless. He squatted down to touch her head, said something in a soft voice, and then turned to the study.

He took out the map that Jin's mother had put together and put it in front of her: "what's the matter?"

Jin's mother was stunned for a moment. She thought Jin Beihan would never want to talk about it again. She was stunned for several seconds before she quickly came back to herself: "this... I'm listening to someone."

Jin Beihan's eyes drooped slightly without interruption.

It turns out that this map really belongs to the Jin family. It can be traced back to many years ago. Their ancestors buried some things in a certain place. No one knows what it is.

How many people once wanted to see it, but it turned out that there was no return.

So this became a map of death. In order to prevent their descendants from persisting in going there and making the Jin family fewer and fewer people, the ancestors divided the map into four parts and sold it at will.

No one knows what this incomplete thing means, and no one can decipher it at present. It is a coincidence that the Jin family has collected these books.

Or because of Jin Beihan's father

It's just that this man is a taboo here in Jin Beihan, so no one dares to say.

"You can't think about going to have a look. Curiosity belongs to curiosity, and you should be safe."

Jin's mother was very worried. She was afraid that Jin Beihan would go to see what was there next second.

"I'm not going."

Jin Beihan nodded, saying that he was not so stupid. He knew that there was no place to return, and he didn't need to die.

Although song Yarong is also curious, Jin Beihan knows that she still listens to herself.

Putting the map away, Jin Beihan said good night to Jin's mother and turned back to her bedroom.

"They've been married for so long. Why hasn't ya Rong's stomach moved yet?"

Jin's mother is worried. Is there something wrong with them?

"Don't worry, madam. It's not a matter of one or two days. Let it be."

Standing on one side of the cook quickly comfort, she is also curious, but after all, it is the master's business.

Jin's mother sighed and went back to her room.

Jin Beihan lies beside song Yarong and touches her face. His eyes can't help falling on her stomach.

When they do it, they basically don't have any measures. They just clean it up afterwards. But it's reasonable to say that they should also have children. However, song Yarong has been married for more than half a year, and there is no movement in her stomach.

The man has deep eyes and decides to take her to have a look sometime.

The next day, song Yarong couldn't get up because... She had a fever.

It seems that he kicked the quilt in the middle of the night. In addition, he had been quarreling with Jin Beihan for so long, and his body could not bear it.

Jin Beihan took advantage of this time to take song Yarong to the hospital.

"You must make a good investigation. Alas, it's too much nonsense at ordinary times. It's all on fire."

Jin's mother stood by the car, looking at Jin Beihan, who was sitting in the back seat and hugging song Yarong tightly. She was a little grumpy.

Jin North Cold mouth corner smoked: "you go in."

Zuomi started the car and quickly took them to the place where they had made an appointment.

Song Yarong just felt a little dizzy. She thought she was dreaming. When she saw the whiteness around her, she was flustered: "uncle?"

"I'm here."

Jin Beihan came out from behind her with a cold face. He held her in his arms and gently rubbed her hair twice: "what's the matter?"

"I thought you didn't want me."

Song Yarong breathed a sigh of relief and looked around. Only then did she find that they were in the hospital, "how can they be in the hospital?"

"You have a fever." Jin Beihan looks at the doctor coming and wants to give song Yarong a drop.

The little woman in her arms seemed to be hit by electricity. She suddenly shivered: "can I not have an injection?""No, the injection is quick."

Jin Beihan also knew that she was afraid of pain, but there was no way. To go down as fast as the virus, injection was the best and most direct way.

"Uncle ~"

This sound of coquetry, with some weakness when he was sick, made Jin Beihan's heart itch, but his face was still very calm.

"No, hand out."

"Uncle!" Song Yarong suddenly went up to kiss him on the cheek. It seemed that she was sick and had more courage.

Jin Beihan's eyes were deep, and he looked at her quietly for a long time. The corners of his mouth were slightly crooked: "that's no good, hand out."

Song Yarong curls her lips and is unwilling to hand her wrist out. She was not so afraid before, but now she seems to be spoiled by someone. She is really reckless.

However, men are not soft hearted in these aspects.

Song Yarong takes a deep breath. She doesn't dare to see the scene where the needle pokes into her skin. She bites her teeth and waits for the doctor to finish.

"All right."

Just a few seconds, song Yarong's teeth haven't had time to bite tightly. As a result, he heard such a sentence and suddenly turned back and covered his face with a circle: "OK?"

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" The doctor looked at Song Yarong funny, hung the drip bottle for her, turned around and left in a hurry.

Song Yarong was not very happy. She went to see Jin Beihan's expression. After a long time, she explained in a low voice, "in fact, I'm not so afraid. I'm just afraid of being stabbed when I was a child."

Song Yarong's courage was not so small before, but Su Yiran was not with her when she was a child. She was sick and uncomfortable, and Su Qijun didn't pay special attention to it. She found a doctor to show her at random. She didn't know what tenderness was when she put the needle in.

Since then, song Yarong had a strange fear of injection. If it wasn't for the serious situation, she would rather take medicine than go for injection.

Jin Beihan was distressed a little more. He went to kiss her pale lips and said, "I'll be there in the future."

Song Yarong is a little tired, just smiles, tilts her head and sleeps again.

Jin Beihan turned his head and looked at the doctor waiting there. He nodded slightly and asked him to come, "what's the matter?"

"Mr. Jin... This..."

The doctor took out song Yarong's investigation results before she fell asleep, with some doubts on her face. "Mr. Jin's physical condition is very good, but... His wife's body is a little... Not very good, there seems to be a kind of chronic poison in her body."

"Chronic poison?"

Jin Beihan clenched his teeth and almost thought he had heard wrong. How could this kind of thing exist in Song Yarong's body?