Chapter 101

Su wennuan picked the noodles in the bowl, put down his chopsticks, and then looked back at him. He saw that his eyes were deep, dark and no longer scarlet as a beast just now.

She pulled a smile slightly, "I'm full."

Ming Ling motioned to the face in front of her, "eat more. You're too thin and pregnant." eating so much is not enough.

Su wennuan shook his head. "Aren't you tired? Go and have a rest..." he didn't sleep all night, and he had such a fierce fight just now. He should be very tired.

Ming Ling held her hand, "let's go..." he took the lead to stand up.

Su wennuan got up with his rhythm and blinked. He was a little stunned. Then he reacted that he wanted her to sleep with him.

After tossing all night, she was tired enough. Without refusing or being awkward, she entered the room with him.

Mingling went to the bed first. Su wennuan closed the door and turned around. Mingling was already sitting on the bed. He waved to her, "come here..."

The action was like an adult doting on children. Su wennuan didn't adapt to it, but he still walked over.

Ming Ling held her hand and motioned her to come up.

Su wennuan takes off her shoes, goes to bed and sits beside him. Mingling holds her shoulder with one hand and probes her stomach with the other hand.

Su wennuan was surprised. Subconsciously, he stepped back and grabbed his hand. His crystal eyes also looked at the Ming mausoleum differently.

Ming Ling's cold eyes were indistinguishable. When Su wennuan looked at his eyes, all his upright precautions withered and loosened his hands, but his heart jumped very badly. He wouldn't want to do that to her now.

She is very tired. She really doesn't want to continue twists and turns. Besides, he has been hurt like this. How can he still think about it

Su wennuan wants to cry without tears... In his heart, the president of the Ming Dynasty doesn't know how to control.

Mingling's hand was just placed on her slightly raised belly and stroked it gently, like comfort. Su wennuan stared at him with crystal eyes, but he looked at her belly seriously. Although the gauze was wrapped on his forehead and left cheekbone, it didn't affect his beauty at all.

He just stroked her stomach very seriously and gently, and there was no other action at all.

Su wennuan breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that she was thinking too much. He was just gently touching her stomach.

"Don't worry, he's fine..." Su wennuan said. She knew that mingling was worried about the child. What happened tonight was too dangerous. He was worried that the child would be hurt.

Ming Ling raised his head and looked at Su's warm, sunny eyes, warm and soft.

At that moment, the tired heart suddenly got up.

He never felt that whatever he did was worth it for a person.

He reached out and rubbed the top of her hair. "Sleep..." he said, put down his hand and slowly lay down on the bed.

Seeing his slow movement, Su wennuan knows that the wounds on his body are very painful.

She also lay down slowly for fear of touching any wound on him.

One night, Su wennuan had been dreaming. The dream was full of scenes of Ming Ling fighting with others. Ming Ling was beaten with blood all over her body. She was afraid, worried and frightened. She wanted to come forward to help him, but she couldn't move a step in her dream. She cried so hard that she shouted not to fight, not to fight

But those people didn't listen to her at all. They hit mingling with fists. She dreamed that mingling was dying. She dreamed that mingling was lying on the ground, with blood on her body, bleeding corners of her mouth, scarlet eyes and dying. Those deep eyes kept looking at her. At the last moment, they pulled an evil and weak smile at her, and then his hand fell down, Completely lost consciousness

Her intuition in her dream is that Ming Ling is dead!

This consciousness, like a sharp sword, deeply pierced her heart and tore her heart.

"No, no, don't leave me, don't..." she shouted in her dream, tears blurred, but mingling couldn't hear it anymore.

"Wennuan, Su wennuan..." suddenly someone was calling her.

"Don't!" Su wennuan was startled and woke up from the dream. In front of her blurred eyes was the handsome face of Ming Ling frowning. She stayed for a moment, slowly returned from the dream to reality, and realized that what had just been a dream. Now she really saw the appearance of Ming Ling. At that moment, she couldn't help hugging him and cried in fear, "No, I don't want you to die, sobbing..."

Fortunately, it's a dream. Fortunately, it's not true. Otherwise, she really doesn't know what to do.

Ming Ling frowned a little, because the woman held him too hard, and his injuries were hurt by her. Although he had practiced, he was also flesh and blood, and he would hurt if he was hurt.

But he didn't bite and let her hold him.

Just now I saw Su wennuan falling asleep, struggling to shout no and still struggling to shed tears. He knew she should have a nightmare.

I just didn't expect that the dream she had would be his dead dream.

If he really died, would her reaction be so scared and helpless?

Ming Ling patted her on the back, "it's okay, don't cry..."

The magnetic voice sounded softly in her ear. Su wennuan was still crying, but she realized that she was too excited. It was just a nightmare, not a real thing.

She slowly released him, blinked her eyes, and tears fell from her eyes, "I'm sorry..."

"It's all right..." Ming Ling raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face. He was six years older than her. The woman was small and Shuiling. She looked like a child. When she cried in front of him, she looked more and more like a child. It looked poor and distressing.

His thumb rubbed her face and wiped away her tears. "It's just a dream. Get up and eat. It's afternoon..."

Su wennuan sucked her nose and felt ashamed. A dream scared her like this. She was raising her hand to wipe her tears, but she saw that the gauze on mingling's arm was red.

"You, your wound is cracked. What should I do? What should I do? I just tried too hard. Call the doctor quickly." Su wennuan panicked when he saw his wound relapse.

Ming Ling comforted her. "You don't need a doctor for this little thing. Get up, wash and eat." Ming Ling touched her head, then stepped out of bed and walked outside the door.

Su wennuan hurried out of bed and ran out. When she heard Ming Ling telling Cheng Qi to bring the medicine box, she was relieved that he wanted to wrap it up himself.

She bowed her head, returned to the room, changed into a sportswear, washed and went to the living room.

Ming Ling sat at the table, waiting for her to have dinner.

Su wennuan has a warm feeling in her heart. This is the first time she wakes up. He is still around. Although it is not morning, he still feels precious.