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"How do you feel? Is the baby kicking you?" An Yuan lay on the bed, her seven-month belly almost round like a ball.
"Don't mention him, he's been very well-behaved these days." She touched her belly, An Yuan smiling.
Zhang Moyan squatted down beside the bed, took off An Yuan's shoes, then lifted his slightly swollen legs onto the bed, covered him with a blanket, and finally kissed An Yuan on the lips. "If you need anything, just call me. I'm right next door."
"Okay, don't stay up too late."
"Okay." The bedroom light was turned off. Zhang Moyan left a crack in the door when he went out, so that it wouldn't affect An Yuan's rest with too much light, and he could hear any movement from this side at any time.
Zhang Moyan opened the office door, and on the desk in front of him, there was a stack of files that the assistant had brought from the company today.
The news of his recovery spread to the company from an unknown source. The employees, who were in a state of frenzy, seemed to have found a savior. With the departure of the stern-faced secretary, and the arrival of a new inexperienced assistant, all the tasks that the seasoned employees couldn't handle were handed over to Zhang Moyan.
When the assistant brought the documents, Zhang Moyan's expression immediately turned sour. However, out of consideration for An Yuan, who was nearby, he didn't express his anger on the spot. Instead, he waited until An Yuan left and then called Rong to ask for a replacement.
The assistant can be replaced, but the files have already been moved over. They can't just be thrown out onto the street.
Time turns in circles, and the files on the desk gradually decrease.
Zhang Moyan lifted his wrist to check the time. It was almost three o'clock, so he put down the documents in his hand and quietly returned to the bedroom.
Based on several months of observation and summary, he had basically mastered An Yuan's daily routine. Around this time, An Yuan would get up and go to the bathroom.
The bedroom was quiet, and Zhang Moyan stood at the door and looked inside. The blankets on the bed were piled high, and An Yuan had not yet woken up.
Zhang Moyan stood patiently, but there was still no movement from the bed. So Zhang Moyan began to calculate how much water and milk An Yuan had drunk today, as well as how many times he had used the restroom.
"Pah!" A soft sound came from the bathroom in the bedroom, but it made Zhang Moyan's heart tremble. Zhang Moyan pushed the door open, turned on the bedroom light, and then quickly approached to check on An Yuan lying in bed.
Why is the tentacle so soft when dealing with things?
When the quilt is lifted, there are two pillows pressed together underneath, and there is some blood on top!
Upon looking under the bed, he didn't notice the dark floor, and only then did he realize that there was blood on the floor, extending all the way to the bathroom.
"An Yuan!" Zhang Moyan immediately panicked and started running towards the bathroom.
"Pah!" The door was quickly opened by Zhang Moyan, and inside, An Yuan was leaning over the washbasin with his head down and his arms propped up.
"What's wrong with you! Where does it hurt? Tell me quickly!" Zhang Moyan wrapped An Yuan in his arms from behind, while his other hand reached into his pocket for his phone, but it was empty.
"It's okay, it's okay! We'll go to the hospital right away!" Zhang Moyan said with a pale face as he bent down and picked up An Yuan.
"Zhen, don't panic! I'm okay," An Yuan said, nestled in Zhang Moyan's arms, with a pale face that was glistening with water.
"Yuan, don't be afraid, you and the baby will be fine." Gently placing An Yuan on the bed, Zhang Moyan picked up the phone that had fallen to the ground in the previous panic and began calling the hospital.
"Zhen, calm down, Zhen!"
The room quieted down, An Yuan struggled to stand up, pulling Zhang Moyan's clothes, "Don't move, don't move!"
Helpless, An Yuan had to lie back down, "Listen to me, I'm fine, and the baby is fine too."
"Why is there blood on the bed?!" Zhang Moyan pulled open the nearby blanket, revealing a glaring red bloodstain.
"That's a nosebleed."
"I'll take a look." Zhang Moyan laid An Yuan flat and carefully examined his nostrils. Although they had been rinsed with cold water, there were still some residues inside.
"Don't move while lying down!" Zhang Moyan quickly went into the bathroom to soak a towel in cold water to apply to An Yuan's face. Then, she took a small, soft tissue from the bedside drawer and gently stuffed it into An Yuan's nostrils.
Last night, all of a sudden, Zhang Moyan immediately put on a stern face and scolded An Yuan, "How could you not call me when you had such a big nosebleed?"
"Don't you still have something to do?" An Yuan blinked.
Zhang Moyan opened his mouth and then closed it again, then immediately got up and left the room. An Yuan lay quietly in bed, listening to the sounds outside.
"Hiss—" It should be the sound of the window opening.
"Hua - pa pa pa pa -" It sounds like the noise of throwing something.
"Chi -" The sound of closing the window.
Then Zhang Moyan came back, took off his shoes as he walked, and said, "Now, I'll watch over you. Get some good sleep."
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