Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 155

He said ecstatically, "I... I am going to be a father, I am going to be a father, I am going to be a father."

He just caught a glimpse of the person on the bed whose eyes were still closed, and immediately asked nervously: "Why did that person pass out well, why is he still awake now, is there anything wrong with him?"

The imperial doctor explained: "Young Master Meng is depressed, and his appetite has not been very good in recent days, so he fainted. Wait for me to prescribe a few medicines to recuperate, so that he can maintain a happy mood in the past few days."

After sending the imperial doctor away, Lin Haotian sat on the side of the bed, stretched out his hand to caress his face, looked at his increasingly emaciated eyebrows and eyes, with countless heartache and pity in his eyes, and finally leaned over to press a kiss on the forehead, whisper.

"Meng Zhuo, I will make you happy, I swear."

……

When Chu Jingran woke up from his dream, it was almost midnight, and just about to move, he found that his hands were restrained and he couldn't move.

Slightly lowering your eyes, what you can see is the clasping of ten fingers, and the moonlight shines through the crossed tallow on the intersecting fingers, like a graceful silver gauze.

Follow that generous big hand up, and what you can see is Lin Haotian beside the bed, his eyes closed and his brows deeply frowning. He clasped his fingers tightly in one hand, and held a brocade handkerchief for wiping sweat in the other hand. , obviously taking care of herself with all her heart.

Seeing the man next to the bed subconsciously frowning and clasping fingers even in his sleep, Chu Jingran's eyes flashed blankly.

In just a few months, as to what kind of existence he is, friend or enemy, or something else, he has been a little confused about his true heart.

He tried to pull out his hand, but found that even in sleep, the man was holding it extremely tightly. After repeated several times to no avail, Chu Jingran gently closed his eyes, as if compromising or acquiescing.

Lin Haotian, I will never forgive you.

And not long after he closed his eyes, Lin Haotian beside the bed slowly opened his eyes, looking at the fingers tightly clasped as before, and a child-like smile bloomed on the corners of his lips.

Meng Zhuo, we will have a happy future.

Since that fainting, the daily life between the two of them seems to have changed a bit. Although they seldom communicate, at least now Chu Jingran no longer avoids people, and Lin Haotian cares and takes care of people more carefully. To the drip.

Chu Jingran had a bad appetite, so he racked his brains to cook all kinds of meals for people, just to make them eat more food. Chu Jingran didn't sleep well, so he spent the whole night with insomnia, and used drawing paper to make artificial beds for them to sleep in, just to make them eat more. He could be safe in his dreams, but Chu Jingran was frowning, so he ordered people to collect countless anecdotes, and read them to him after lighting up the lamp at night, only for people to show their dimples...

in the room

Chu Jingran was half leaning against the head of the bed, frowning slightly. Standing beside the bed was Lin Haotian with a tense face, and the imperial doctor who was consulting for a doctor.

After a while, the imperial doctor took back the consultation bag, looked at the person on the bed, and said with a smile: "Mr. Meng may just be depressed and cause loss of appetite and poor sleep. Wait for me to prescribe a few medicines to recuperate."

Chu Jingran on the bed frowned after listening to the words that were not much different from the first half month. In the past two months, Chu Jingran found that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and he was a little fatter than before. Not to mention, I still can't sleep well at night.

The imperial doctor would come for a consultation almost every half month and tell him that the discrepancy was not big, but he always felt that something was wrong.

Lin Haotian sent the imperial doctor away, and as soon as he turned around, he saw the person on the bed frowning in thought, his heart tightened, Meng Zhuo hadn't accepted him yet, if he knew that he already had his own flesh and blood, then he...

Lin Haotian didn't dare to think about what kind of result it would be. He only knew that he cherished everything about this person, every detail of his smile, including their unborn flesh and blood.

Walking to the bedside, Lin Haotian said in a warm voice with the same complexion: "Don't think too much, take good care of your body, and after your body recovers, I will accompany you back to Caesar."

Chu Jingran raised his eyes and looked at the affectionate man in front of him, thinking of all the things in recent months, as well as the humiliation at the time, so he kept his eyes shut.

A cold voice came, "Lin Haotian, I, Meng Zhuo, will never forgive you for what you have done in this life."

These words seemed to be admonishing him, but also admonishing himself.

Lin Haotian took a tight breath and said with difficulty: "As long as...you are by my side, that's enough." Even if you hate me, as long as you don't leave me, that's enough.

[Not long ago, I overheard a servant discussing that Yan Jiaxuan had returned to the court. 】

【Host, do you want to...】

The room fell into a deathly silence. After a long time, an extremely soft voice came from his lips, "I want to go back to the Meng Mansion."

royal palace

Yan Jiaxuan, dressed in a dignified court robe, followed Yuan Rongxuan who had just come down to court and asked all the way, "Cousin Prince, where did you hide Zhuo Zhuo? Can you tell me?"