Chapter 452: I will give you an explanation.

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Chapter 452 I will give you an account
"How can this sachet be in your hands?"
Leng Yuhuang is so familiar with this, and now Lin Xiaomi can't live without it.
She has a good morning vomiting, and the aroma inside can suppress the turmoil in her stomach.
At this time, Wen Xiaoxiao took out the sachet, and it was still wrapped in layers. The intention is self-evident.
Leng Yuhuang only felt that his heart was trembled, and the clenched fist had a blue vein.
Suddenly flashed something in my mind, so that he couldn’t catch it, but his heart suddenly rose into a feeling of sadness and disappointment.
Wen Xiaoxiao looked at his face with a gloomy face. When faced with cold and beautiful, especially when he was serious and sullen, she always instinctively afraid of him.
This is a man who does not speak, can make people feel trembled by the momentum, and does not know how Xiaomi usually gets along with him.
How hard is this psychological quality?
Leng Yuhuang asked her words, Wen Xiaoxiao subconsciously stepped back on both sides, standing behind Weng Lao.
"When I went to find Xiaomi and asked the servant to bring you a change of clothes, I took it from your bed."
She could feel the cold and glare that could not be ignored with her head down, swallowed and swallowed, and continued to say: "Before this, Grandpa Weng also showed it to me. At that time, my body was very uncomfortable. I checked that I had been exposed to safflower, saying that the scent of safflower is strong and can be heard from far away."
"I have thought about it over and over again. In those few days, I have never touched such a thing. The only one is the sachet that I smelled in Xiaomi. In fact, I went to find Xiaomi that day for this matter."
"I heard Xiaomi say the origin of this sachet, and I know his relationship with you, but I think that for Xiaomi, every deliberate thing is because it is not checked carefully?"
For Xiaomi, even if she was blamed after the cold master, she couldn’t care much.
Handing the sachet to Weng Lao, she stepped back a few steps.
After all, she still has a baby in her stomach, she can't make a kid joke.
Weng Lao saw her cautious movements, and her eyes flashed a smile.
Take a sachet and take a deep breath, his brow slightly close.
Wen Xiaoxiao then handed a pair of scissors to the past.
Weng old opened the sachet, and the things inside were suddenly exposed.
With such a strong aroma, Wen Xiaoxiao quickly slammed his nose and asked anxiously: "Where grandfather, how is it, is there any safflower inside?"
"No."
"No??"
Weng Lao nodded. "There is no such thing. It is a good drug for pregnant women to have a good morning sickness. It is suitable for pregnant women to sniff."
Wen Xiaoxiao suddenly stunned. She was afraid of using her eyes to scream the cold master, for fear that he would blame.
Is it really she is wrong?
"There is no safflower in this sachet, but the is definitely caused by prolonged exposure to safflower. The rest, you can check it yourself."
Weng Lao said, yawning, and he was too tired these days.
"I will leave my granddaughter Weng Ling, and she should come out and experience it. Don't look for me anymore."
This is also Weng Lao, who can say so directly and without feelings when he knows the identity of the young master.
"Grandpa Weng, I will send you back." Wen Xiaoxiao said.
"no need."
Wen Xiaoxiao stepped forward, standing in the same place, and staying in a room with the cold master, feeling the pressure in the room was low.
Leng Yuhuang got up and walked to the place where Weng Lao had just sat. The fingertips picked up the shredded sachet, and the eyes flashed a little cold.
"That... I just misunderstood. Yesterday, I was a doctor. I, I said, you will not let anyone disturb, let him go back. I will see him as a doctor and I will say sorry to him."
"No need to."
Leng Yuhuang repackaged the sachet and turned back to the ward.
............
"I laughed and said the sachet. Do you think that I almost had a miscarriage with Cheng Jie?" After Lin Xiaomi woke up, he improved a lot, lying in bed and asked the man who cut the apple.
Under the cold, there is no stopping: "I have to deal with this matter, you don't care, and forget what Weng Lao said. Is your most important task now?
If she changes her usual time, she will definitely listen to him.
Only in this matter, she really can't give it to him.
Someone wants to harm her child, she must take this person out.
What is the relationship between Cheng Jie and him?
In the face of Cheng Jie and Cheng Min, she never had absolute certainty.
In the case of Cheng Min, he is consistently partial, now Cheng Jie, and she has not really relied on evidence.
Lin Xiaomi’s voice is very cold:
Do you believe in Cheng Jie? Do you think it will not be him?

"I said it was handed over to me to deal with apples." He cut the apple into a small Ding and put a bamboo stick on his mouth.
Lin Xiaomi refused to eat: "Well, I can't care, but you tell me, what do you want to deal with? You tell me, do you believe that I almost had a miscarriage related to Cheng Jie?"
The face of Leng Yuhuang is slightly sunken.
Lin Xiaomi moved and made his silence the default.
She turned a little angry and turned her back to him.
Although she did not rely on the facts, she shared the same opinion as Wen Xiaoxiao.
The safflower that both of them have been exposed to, the safflower must have appeared in their home.
In addition to Cheng Jie, she really can't think of anyone who will harm her baby. Of course, Cheng Jie is definitely not for himself. He is another woman in this hospital.
Other things, she can let go, can be accommodated, but this is the only thing.
She almost lost her porridge and dried rice. The so-called mother is strong.
She will never allow anyone to hurt her child.
Looking at her slender back, the cold face is even more ugly, but always silent.
After sitting for a while, I placed the fruit plate in my hand on the table, did not disturb her rest, and walked out of the room.
Next to the window at the end of the corridor, Leng Yuhuang stood by the window, in the night sky, and the moon stars were thin.
He can't conceal the lonely depression in his back.
The cold wind whistling outside the window, Axing stood in the distance, watching the man with only a thin shirt, hesitated for a moment, or walked over.
"Young Master, it’s too cold, you are still going back to the ward."
"Is there a cigar?"
"...no." Axing paused and took out the cigarette from his pocket: "But I have smoke."
Leng Yuhuang turned his head and looked at it. He still reached out and took one. He took a sip and took a sip.
The rich smell of smoke filled the mouth, and his brows licked, which was not suitable for this cheap smoke.
Axing did not dare to say anything. At such a moment, he could not calm his emotions like the young lady, and he could only stand with him quietly.