Wen Xingchen wore a white coat and walked in with a bouquet of flowers in her arms. A faint smile floated on her face. &Quot; ah he, long time no see. &Quot;
Lu Heyun sat up slowly. He glanced at the chair next to him and said coldly, " have a seat. &Quot;
Wen Xingchen walked over and placed the fresh flowers on the bed. The air was filled with a faint fragrance.
She sat down on the chair and looked up at him. &Quot; how have you been recently? "
"As you can see, he's waiting for death." Lu Heyun said calmly.
Wen Xingchen didn't put on any makeup today, and her face was a little pale. &Quot; are you still blaming me? "
Lu He Yun's thin lips moved. He did not answer her question, but asked, " what's the matter? "
He knew Wen Xingchen very well. If nothing had happened, she wouldn't have come to find him.
&Quot; I ... &Quot; Wen Xingchen pursed her lips, and her voice couldn't help but soften. &Quot; I'm pregnant. &Quot;
