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Wen Jingcheng looked at Yan Muqi who was walking fast ahead, and wanted to call him out, but the words were stuck in his throat but he couldn't speak.He had no choice but to speed up his pace to keep up with Yan Muqi as much as possible. The excessive pace seemed to have pulled the nerves on the lower abdomen. Wen Jingcheng felt the pain from the lower abdomen, took a light breath, and slowed down his pace.

Wen Jingcheng bent down and gently held his lower abdomen, looking up, Yan Muqi had already walked a long way.Wen Jingcheng sighed, covered his stomach and squatted down on the spot.The heat from the lower abdomen made Wen Jingcheng feel a little better.

Yan Muqi walked for a long time before he felt that the people around him disappeared. Looking back, Wen Jingcheng was already far away from him, and he could only see a small dot.Yan Muqi waited on the spot for a long time, but found that Wen Jingcheng hadn't followed, so he had to turn around and go back to find him.

When he walked to Wen Jingcheng's side, Yan Muqi realized that Wen Jingcheng's forehead was sweating. "Wen Jingcheng? What's wrong with you?" Yan Muqi only dared to put his hands on Wen Jingcheng's back, "I... help you up?" Wen Jingcheng's head was buried in his arms and he didn't lift it up, and he replied sullenly, "Um..."

Yan Muqi held Wen Jingcheng in his arms, feeling that everyone in his arms was shaking. "What's wrong?" Yan Muqi removed Wen Jingcheng's hand that was pressing on his lower abdomen, "Don't press it, it's not good for the baby."

"Hmm..." Wen Jingcheng lowered his head, secretly enduring the pain in his lower abdomen. "Can you walk?" Yan Muqi supported Wen Jingcheng upwards and used some force to reduce the weight on Wen Jingcheng's body.

"Yan Muqi, I..." Before Wen Jingcheng could say anything, he squatted down and vomited.

Yan Muqi felt that Wen Jingcheng was about to vomit out his stomach, he couldn't even vomit out the stomach acid.Wen Jingcheng was limp in Yan Muqi's arms, unable to even breathe.

"Go home?" Yan Muqi reached out to wipe the cold sweat off Wen Jingcheng's forehead. "...Hmm" Yan Muqi Heng picked up Wen Jingcheng and frowned, "Eat more in the future, I'm too thin."

"…it is good…"

Wen Jingcheng's face was tilted towards Yan Muqi, his brows were slightly frowned, his eyes were black and blue, obviously he hadn't slept well.Yan Muqi reached out and touched Wen Jingcheng's face, which was different from Mu Chu's baby fat.

Because of the severe reaction during pregnancy, Wen Jingcheng's face was cold and pale without any flesh.The air in the car was not good, Wen Jingcheng frowned even deeper.

Yan Muqi got out of the car and opened Wen Jingcheng's door, not knowing what to do.

Should I wake him up, or just hug him?

Yan Muqi stared at Wen Jingcheng's jet-black hair for a long time, and finally stretched out his arms to hug the weightless Wen Jingcheng.

"Huh?" Xu Wen Jingcheng woke up in a daze because of the change of position.When she opened her eyes and saw herself lying in Yan Muqi's arms, she thought she was dreaming, so she quickly closed her eyes and opened them again. "Yan Muqi?"

"En." The person holding him responded to him very lightly, and lifted him up.Yan Muqi thought that Wen Jingcheng hadn't woken up, "I'm almost home, go to bed." But he didn't get a reply from the man in his arms, Yan Muqi looked down at Wen Jingcheng, and found that the other party was staring at him in a daze. "What's wrong?"

Yan Muqi put Wen Jingcheng on the bed, turned around to leave, but someone grabbed the corner of his clothes, turned around and saw Wen Jingcheng's eyes were red, "Can you stay with me?"

With the soft tone and Wen Jingcheng's pitiful face, Yan Muqi sighed, "I'm just going to close the door."

"Oh." Wen Jingcheng let go of his hands but his eyes were still glued to Yan Muqi's body, for fear that he would disappear in the next second.

Yan Muqi felt funny when he saw Wen Jingcheng like this, Wen Jingcheng had never been clingy, maybe it was because of his pregnancy that he suddenly relied on him?

Yan Muqi was inexplicably happy, bent down and stroked the hair on Wen Jingcheng's forehead, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "Hey, wait a minute."