Love after Marriage

FLIRTING

Wen Qian blinked, confused for a moment. Wait, what did he mean by "she's going on a blind date with another man while pregnant with his child?"

　　Did he misunderstand something?

　　Just as she was about to explain, she felt a wave of pain. She had been more sensitive to pain than the average person since she was a child, and could not stand the slightest pain. Tears welled up on her long eyelashes, and she said with red eyes:

　　"Let go, it hurts, it hurts."

　　It really hurts her.

　　All of Shang Mo's anger disappeared when he saw her tearful almond eyes. He sighed softly in his heart and then let go of her hand.

　　I thought to myself, she is delicate and cannot use brute force.

　　After calming himself down, he turned around and coaxed her again, his fingertips falling on the inside of her wrist, kneading it gently, "How does it feel? Does it still hurt?"

　　I don't know where he learned massage, but his technique is surprisingly good. It was extremely painful just now, but after his fingers kneading it, it doesn't hurt anymore.

　　The blush has also faded a lot.

　　But Wen Qian had been spoiled since she was a child, so even though he showed weakness like this, she was still very sad and pouted, "It's not healed, not healed at all, it hurts so much."

　　Shang Mo frowned slightly when he heard this, and said in a gentle voice, "Let's go to the hospital and let the doctor take a look at what's going on."

　　Wen Qian hated hospitals the most. She would never go there. She shook her head and said, "No."

　　Shang Mo has always known himself well. He is not the kind of man who can make girls happy. In Qi Zhou's words, he is a workaholic who doesn't care about anything else except work.

　　So, he has been trying hard to do something.

　　Just like now, he doesn't take people seriously, but puts them at the top of his heart.

　　"Okay, we won't go to the hospital." Shang Mo blew gently on the red mark on her wrist, thinking of the mistakes last time and this time, and reminded himself not to use so much force next time.

　　No matter how urgent it is, it can't be done.

　　She couldn't bear it.

　　Wen Qian didn't know Shang Mo was so easy to talk to. After making enough noise, she opened her watery eyes to look at him, staring at him for a long while, from his handsome eyebrows to his pointed jaw, and suddenly found that he seemed to have lost some weight.

　　It's only been a few days since I last saw him, how come he has become like this?

　　Is work so busy?

　　So tired.

　　"Have you been busy lately?" she blurted out.

　　Shang Mo stopped blowing and slowly raised his eyes. Their eyes met. Wen Qian fell into his inky phoenix eyes. Her breathing stagnated. She realized that her question was a bit beyond the line. She stiffened her neck and explained, "I see that you have lost weight."

　　After saying that, she lowered her head and bit her lip with her pearly teeth. Why did she say that? What if he misunderstood?

　　Shang Mo really misunderstood, and asked with a slight smile: "Are you concerned about me?"