As soon as Song Fang came back, she went to the kitchen to boil water. When she brought it, she saw Song Wei still staying in the room and was wiping sweat on Wen Wan's forehead with a veil. She hurriedly turned around and said, "Stern brother, come and invite the doctor. My sister-in-law is taking care of me, it's okay."

Song Wei glanced at Wen Wan, and saw her eyes firmly, he pondered: "What your sister-in-law means is to take a rest for a while, there is no need to hire a doctor."

Song Fang's face was anxious and she didn't let go, "It hurts like that, how can it be fine?"

Speaking of this, Song Fang suddenly shut up, thinking that her sister-in-law would be a little life, so she couldn't tell her face in front of her third brother, so she wouldn't let the doctor hire her, right?

Song Fang didn't care about so much, so he stepped over in three or two steps, put the bowl of hot water on the table, and then pushed Song Wei out. After closing the door, he sat over and asked Wen Wan if she had a stomachache when she was young. If so, she nodded and said that she had also had pain before. Her mother had made some folk remedies and herbs, and there were still some left at home. Sister-in-law couldn't hold on, so she went to decoct the medicine immediately, and kept it and took it as soon as she took it.

Wen Wan shook her head, a smile on the corner of her lips, but she was upset. It would be great if she could speak. It would be convenient for her to say anything. She didn't have to go around every time. She couldn't explain clearly and didn't say anything, but she had to worry everyone around her.

Song Fang asked several times, and Wen Wan shook her head. She was a little puzzled. Finally, she blamed the reason for her inability to understand the hinting of the third sister-in-law's eyes, and had to push the door and invite Song Wei in.

Song Wei sat down and put the back of his hand on Wen Wan's forehead. It was neither hot nor cold, and it was normal body temperature.

Knowing that she had recovered, Song Wei looked at Song Fang, "Are you anxious about the embroidery thread you want?"

Song Fang looked at him, "When is it now, do you still care about my embroidery thread?" He stuffed the half-cold hot water bowl into his hand, "Take good care of my third sister-in-law, I'll unload the ox cart."

Song Wei helped Wen Wan up, put one hand on her shoulder and fed her water with the other.

Wen Wan actually wanted to say that she had nothing to do, and there was no need to be as careful as she was with critically ill patients, but after thinking about it, she finally gave up the explanation.

"Wanwan intended to refuse to let me go to the county town because she didn't want to go with her second sister-in-law or something else?" She put down the bowl, Song Wei's low-metal voice finally broke the silence.

From a gentle perspective, he sat in the backlight, his facial features were covered with a layer of shadow, not very clear, and even more profound.

Wenwan leaned her back against the head of the bed, struggled for a while, pulled his hand and wrote four words in his palm: Do you blame me?

The man has thin fingers, big and wide palms, and deep patterns in the palm of his palm. Every time she touches her, she seems to be able to touch the traces of time passing through it.

After all, the other party is not a young man who is not very experienced in the world.

Wen Wan knew very well that she was facing a mature man who had seen all the sails. Many things could not escape his eyes. The more she concealed them, the more childish he would appear.

She wanted to confess that she had an unusual premonition, but this kind of thing was too shocking, and she could not imagine how he would react after learning the truth.

So, she wanted to test his attitude first to see if he was angry about pretending to be sick.

Song Wei lowered his eyebrows.

The little girl's hand writing in his palm had already been put back, just as if a child in a private school did something wrong and was afraid that the teacher would beat him with a ruler. She simply retracted her hand into the quilt, looked at him with caution and fear, then straightened her back straight, sat upright, looking well-behaved as if she was ready to listen carefully.

The playful and cute little movements instantly relaxed the expression on Song Wei's face.

Not to mention that he had no intention of blaming her at all, even if it was true, she would have completely become cute by her now.

Without Wen Wan's effort to explain anything, Song Wei directly attributed the reason to his second sister-in-law, thinking that since the little girl doesn't like it, she just can't help but see the second wife in the future.

He reached out and pulled out the hand she had shrunk in the quilt and held it in his palm, pinching it, soft.

"Can you write your own name?"

Wen Wan thought about it and shook her head.

Her name has many strokes, which is too difficult to write.

"Go to the study and I will teach you."

Seeing that Song Wei had changed the subject intentionally, Wen Wan knew that he was not angry with him. She breathed a sigh of relief, with the corners of her mouth curved, and it seemed that Song Wei's heart was gently rubbed by someone, which was so soft that it was unreasonable.
Chapter completed!