The Emperor’s Favorite Wife is a Little Sweet

   Chapter 3880 Di Shao Fanwai

   Qiao Jin just didn't know what he was planning, so let's just say that he was specializing in fixing himself.

   Qiao Jin tilted his head to look out the window and stopped looking at He Xiasheng.

  The car stopped suddenly.

   Qiao Jin turned to look at him.

  He Xiasheng held the steering wheel with one hand and covered the position of his stomach with the other. His brows were dark and gloomy, as if he was enduring some pain.

  Qiao Jin thought for a while and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

   "Stomach pain." He Xiasheng's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was rubbing a frosted stone.

  Qiao Jin almost understood, how could such a noble and elegant young master be able to adapt to the rough and low-quality meals at noon?

   What she can accept, he can't accept at all.

   "A box of lunch will knock you over, why do you think you have to go to the scene?" Qiao Jin whispered.

   I don't know if it's because he didn't hear what she said clearly, or because he's enduring the pain now and he's too lazy to argue with her, so He Xiasheng didn't speak.

   On his handsome profile, he endured pain and was always reluctant to show it.

   But the pain was so severe, sweat dripped down his forehead and temples.

  The suit and shirt were also soaked with sweat and stuck to the skin, outlining his strong and sturdy figure.

   "Wait, I'll buy you medicine." After Qiao Jin finished speaking, she opened the car door and went straight to the pharmacy.

   Probably because of her words, He Xiasheng's pain subsided a little.

   The stomach that was twitching like being rubbed with the palm of the hand gradually receded like a tide, and his complexion began to recover.

   He sat up straight and looked in the direction where Qiao Jin disappeared.

   The former Qiao Jin is like this now, everything is based on his preferences and feelings.

He likes to eat at home, so she washes his hands and makes soup for him. Wherever he feels sick, thirsty, thirsty, she will find out the first time that she has played Mrs. He's identity to an impeccable 100%. .

   He also thought that he could go on like this, even though there were all kinds of disagreements.

   Until she was pregnant with the baby...

  Thinking of this, He Xiasheng firmly grasped the steering wheel with his fingers, and the darkness between his brows shrouded again.

   knock knock.

   Someone knocked on the car window.

  He Xiasheng pressed the door lock.

  Xie Lu opened the car door and sat in, her face full of concern: "Xia Sheng, are you feeling better? Take some medicine now."

   She unpacked the stomach medicine, took out a few pills, opened the water bottle, and sent it to He Xiasheng.

From the beginning to the end, Xie Lu's tone was still full of worry: "What's the matter, did you eat something that shouldn't be eaten? I asked Han Dong to pay more attention to your diet and arrange it more thoughtfully. I don't know how he did it."

   "No need, take it." He Xiasheng tugged at his tie, "I have a good stomach, so I will get out of the car with the medicine."

   Xie Lu's hand froze for a moment: "Why don't I accompany you to the hospital? Stomach pain is not a trivial matter."

   "Can't you understand what I said?" He Xiasheng's tone became a little colder.

  Obviously, there is already some uncontrollable temper.

   His eyes fell on the direction Qiao Jin left, waiting for her to come back.

   After a few seconds, he reacted to something, retracted his gaze, and looked at Xie Lu: "Qiao Jin asked you to come here?"

   Otherwise, why is it so coincidental that Xie Lu will come with stomach medicine?

   (end of this chapter)