Chapter 143: is it him?

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Chapter 143 is he?
"Don't! I, I will go out immediately." Lin Xiaomi shouted weakly. She padded some toilet paper, blushing her face and opening the door. She opened the door of the bathroom and saw that Leng Yuhuang stood outside: "What's wrong? Is it diarrhea?"
Lin Xiaomi was a little embarrassed and scratched his head: "That, can you call a maid?"
Leng Yuhuang Emei: "What do you call a servant, what do you tell me!"
Cold and sturdy, the tone is tough, and Lin Xiaomi is weak at the door. It is really painful: "My aunt came, I want to use my aunt towel, can you help me find something?"
She thought of the man who couldn't understand the aunt's towel. He was about to explain it again. Who knows that Leng Yuhuang actually understood it.
"It hurts again?"
"Well." Lin Xiaomi nodded weakly.
Leng Yuhuang pushed the door of the bathroom and directly lifted her up and placed it on the bed: "You wait for a while, I will go down and ask."
When Leng Yuhuang finished speaking, he went out. Lin Xiaomi was lying weakly on the bed. The little hand pressed tightly on the lower abdomen. Then he suddenly reacted. What he just said seems to be "painful again"?
How did he know that she had been hurt before?
The footsteps sounded outside the door, but the servant Ai Cui came in: "Mr. Shao, this is mine, you should use it first."
Lin Xiaomi was unable to grasp it in her hand and looked behind her: "What about the young master?"
A Cui smiled slightly: "The young master is going to give you a brown sugar water." A Cui said, "I didn't expect the young master to understand this."
Lin Xiaomi looked up at her: "Don't you tell him to drink brown sugar water?"
A Cui shook his head: "I haven't had time to say that it is the young master who asked me where the brown sugar water is. Where is the grandmother, do you need a hot treasure? I will give you a hot treasure on the stomach. ""
Lin Xiaomi shook his head: "No, thank you." The weather was too hot, she couldn't hold her hot treasure: "Let's go to rest."
After A Cui left, she struggled to get up from the bed and ran into the bathroom to change one.
When she came out, Leng Xiaohuang just came in with the brown sugar water.
"Don't drink hot." Leng Yuhuang handed the cup to her.
Lin Xiaomi obeyed the brown sugar water, and the back of the back burst into a thin sweat. She couldn't help but fall into the bed and couldn't help but want to be born.
She used to never hurt, and since the last time, how has it started to hurt!
Blame him!
She was complaining in her heart that a warm big hand reached into her pajamas and covered her belly.
This action made Lin Xiaomi's body slightly stiff and unspeakable.
She looked back at the man behind her, and Leng Yanhuang came over and thought she was very painful. She kissed her kiss on her cheek: "Would you like me to let Cheng Jie come up to show you?"
Under the dim light, the silver mask is extraordinarily soft, and even the cold feeling disappears.
Lin Xiaomi shook his head, weak way: "Whoever comes to see a doctor."
Leng Yuhuang thought that she said the same thing last time. She chuckled and tightened her into her arms. The warm big hand groaned on her belly: "Then you sleep, you won't hurt if you wake up."

Lin Xiaomi's first active nest was in his arms, and the pain stimulated her sensitive nerves. These familiar scenes made her unable to bear the nose.
She has an incredible bold guess, will he be...
If he is, then there are many things to explain, and what she could not figure out before.
However, is this true?
Lin Xiaomi's painful brain is not very easy to use.
She was tangled, and she fell asleep unconsciously.
Leng Yuhuang gently licked her belly until she breathed gradually, and he leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes.
............
Lin Xiaomi woke up again, and there was a dimly lit bedside lamp in the room. The clock on the wall pointed to more than three in the morning.
There is still a warm big hand on her lower abdomen.
Her slight sideways saw Lunhuang Huang lying on her side in a position that would never be comfortable.
Such a scene, she is inexplicably familiar.
The eyelids are slightly moist.
She thought of Chengmin's provocative words.
Cheng Min said that no one knows who she married, she said that she is just a cold playful thing.
She thought of the words and expressions of Tang Fengmo.
Tang Feng Mo Ming knows his identity, but he refuses to tell her straightforwardly, but she has a feeling that Tang Fengmo should not push her into the fire pit. He knows the true identity of Leng Yuhuang.
She remembered the strange words that Leng Yuhuang said today.
He said that he bullied her and learned from her.
He also asked her if she was hurting again.
He also knows the aunt's towel for women and the brown sugar water to drink when he is in pain.
He will also put his palm on her lower abdomen and give her a warm stomach.
He married a stranger, but she was extra gentle to her.
Everything in this kind of thing seems to Lin Xiaomi, and now there is an answer.
Tears couldn’t control the overflowing eyelids, and she bit her lip and dared not speak out.
The trembling hand slowly approached his silver mask.
Her heart is about to control the overflowing joy.
But the next moment, she suddenly hesitated.
If all this is just her guess...
If Lin Hai is not alive...
But soon, Lin Xiaomi raised her hand again, and she or she wanted an answer.
The soft white hand gently fell on the silver mask, feeling the coldness under the belly, so that Lin Xiaomi's heartbeat suddenly slowed down half a beat.
She bit her lip and exerted a little force.
Suddenly, the wrist is tight!
A warm big hand covered her wrist.
The originally closed eyes slowly opened at this time, and there was a sense of sleepiness that she thought, and he did not fall asleep at all!
Lin Xiaomi’s heart is in a rhythm.
Cold and bright, the voice is hoarse and low: "What are you doing?"
Lin Xiaomi bit his lip and asked: "Why do you still have a mask for sleeping? It must be very uncomfortable. I want to pick it up for you."
"Do you want to see my face?" Leng Yuhuang chuckled and exposed her.
Lin Xiaomi licked her lips: "Yes! Are we not married yet? I want to see your face, no matter what you look like, I want to know." She paused again: "Still, you Is it because I am afraid of seeing your face for some reason?"
Cold and brilliant, the light flashed: "What?"
"For example... Maybe, I know the face under the mask, maybe he is the person I think may be dead and resurrected." Lin Xiaomi said, a pair of tears staring at his eyes, a small mouth reluctantly squatting .
Leng Yuhuang slowly loosened her wrist, a faint opening: "Have you heard the story of Bluebeard?"
When the eyelids are combined, tears will come out, and Lin Xiaomi will not be intimidated by him: "Even if this is the door of the blue beard, I have to see what is inside!"
Said, she firmly won the silver mask...