During a break, Yan Yan checked WeChat a few more tis.
Soone was clearly in a good mood and sent him several cute emojis.
It was happiness overflowing from the screen.
The corners of his lips lifted uncontrollably, even he didn’t notice.
With a lazy flick of his slender fingers, he typed a ssage to her: [Wait for to co back.]
No reply ca; Yun Qiluo seed not to be checking her phone anymore.
Yan Yan glanced at his watch; at this hour, she should be ho by now.
She was probably lost in watching cartoons or... playing gas.
Thinking about that ga, he couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed.
Yun Qiluo was indeed ho, and just as Yan Yan thought, she was playing gas.
After all, the drive was only about ten minutes, not enough ti to quell her excitent from "making money".
Being the diligent Little Magic Fairy Luoluo she was, as soon as she got ho, she dropped her backpack, took out her phone and headphones in the living room to continue her livestream.
Wang Ma had never seen her so eager to play on her phone right after getting ho, instead of turning on the TV.
Shaking her head with a smile, she turned to get so fruit and snacks for her to munch on.
There was still so ti before dinner, they couldn’t let Miss Yun’s stomach go hungry.
The mont Yun Qiluo saw the food, her eyes lit up and she looked at Wang Ma eagerly: "Wang Ma, I want so ice cream."
"Alright, alright, I’ll get you so ice cream."
Wang Ma responded with a smile and went to the fridge to get her a tub of strawberry Häagen-Dazs.
Yun Qiluo sat on the sofa cross-legged, playing her ga, occasionally scooping so ice cream into her mouth, while vaguely arguing back with her haters in an elentary student-like manner.
Who knew before the ga was even over, a dull pain crept up in her lower abdon.
At first, she didn’t pay any attention, thinking it was just a stomachache.
Unexpectedly, it got more painful, to the point where she couldn’t even play the ga properly.
It felt like her belly was being viciously twisted by soone.
She quickly turned off the ga and the livestream, clutching her stomach and collapsing onto the sofa.
Wang Ma, seeing this, turned pale and rushed over: "Miss, Miss, what’s wrong with you!"
The young girl struggled to lift her head from the sofa, her face as pale as a sheet, cold sweat dripping down her forehead: "Wang Ma, I... my stomach hurts..."
"Where does it hurt? Do you need to... you know, go?"
Wang Ma was in a panic and soon alerted Housekeeper Chen.
Housekeeper Chen, being rational, imdiately called for the family doctor.
After a mont’s thought, he also called Yan Yan.
Usually indifferent and calm about most things, never really caring much about others, Mr. Yan, upon receiving the news.
Imdiately threw aside a billion-dollar contract, grabbed his car keys, and sped back from the company in his supercar.
However, upon returning ho, he was greeted by Wang Ma, standing at Yun Qiluo’s room door, startled by his sudden return.
"Sir, why did you co back?"
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In front of the servants, Yan Yan managed to maintain a bit of composure, though his phoenix eyes still betrayed an undercurrent of unrest: "Housekeeper Chen told sothing happened to her?"
Wang Ma’s face suddenly showed so embarrassnt and a hint of helplessness.
She respectfully whispered:
"Sir, it’s nothing serious, Miss Yun just... it’s her period, it should be normal nstrual pain."
Yan Yan: "..."
Hearing this, besides feeling exasperated, he inexplicably felt a sense of relief deep down.
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