"Hanbao!"

Imperial Capital, Calendar Garden.

Yan Zhengling slowly woke up, but for some reason she felt that her body was so soft, so soft. It was like floating in the clouds, stepping on soft clouds, completely weightless.

"What's wrong with me?" Yan Zhengling opened her hazy eyes and glanced at the empty bedroom.

Faintly, my nose seemed to smell the smell of disinfectant.

Zhan Hanjue held a bowl of clear porridge, blew it carefully, and handed it to her mouth.

"Drink porridge." His voice was hoarse, as if the vocal cords of someone crying had been affected. It was also like the voice suddenly produced by someone who had not had enough rest, and was somewhat distorted.

Lord Zhan Han came close to her and tidied a strand of messy hair on her forehead. He said softly: "Eat something first before you have the strength to speak."

She opened her mouth obediently.

"What's wrong with me?" she asked.

As she exited the room, she realized that her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

"You can cry if you want to," Lord Zhan Han said.

Yan Zhengling whispered: "Why should I cry?" His tone was stubborn.

He fed her mouth after mouth, tenderly and considerately, just like he had cared for her when he was young.

Her eyes were wet, and she was holding back tears to prevent them from falling.

I just had an induction surgery.

It takes a few days to calm down and recuperate.

After Zhan Hanjue fed her a bowl of porridge, she was so tired that she was sweating profusely.

She is too weak.

Yan Zhengling suddenly twisted around and looked at Lord Zhan Han with an awkward expression.

She was anxious.

He thought, let him stay with her these few days, and there is no need to be deliberately indifferent to her. Because once she knows that he took away her child, she will hate him.

And their fate in this life must have come to an end.

"Want to go to the bathroom?" Zhan Hanjue asked her.

Yan Zhengling cried sadly, "Master Zhan, can you call the nanny to help me?"

She wanted to get up, but found that she couldn't move at all.

I wanted to ask Zhan Hanjue for help, but I was too embarrassed to ask.

Staring at the ceiling with cute eyes, he ended his chat with Lord Zhan Han.

"Do you need me to help you?" Zhan Hanjue had no choice but to offer help.

Zhan Hanjue wanted to laugh, but said calmly, "You and I are the only ones at home."

Yan Zhengling: "..."

Then he walked to the bathroom.

With his help, she solved her internal crisis.

Yan Zhengling looked at him pitifully, "Can you pull me up and down?"

Zhan Hanjue stretched out his hand, and Yan Zhengling raised her hand with difficulty. When she thought of it, she found another hand passing through her back and gently picking her up.

Yan Zhengling said shyly: "Thank you."

Lord Zhan Han said, "Since you worked so hard to serve me yesterday, I am happy to serve you."

But he was so embarrassed that his face was as red as a monkey's butt.

Seeing the blush on her face, Zhan Hanjue was slightly pleased, "You're blushing."

Yan Zhengling: "..."

"Gentle scum."
Chapter completed!