Chapter 1721 I Didn’t Expect It Was Wen Shui Who Did It

"It seems that this is the real strength of a man." Wenshui said.

Zhuo Qi reached out and touched his forehead, looked at him, then looked at Xiao Mohan, and asked: "Han, how long have I slept? Where is Yao Rong? How is she?"

After lying down for a whole week, Zhuo Qi's voice was hoarse.

"Drink it." Xiao Mohan reached out and handed him a glass of water. Zhuo Qi took the glass, drank the water, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and threw himself on the ground.

"Are you looking for death? The poison in your body hasn't been cleared yet, and you're messing around?" Wenshui came forward, lifted him up and pressed him on the bed.

Zhuo Qi struggled to get up, Xiao Mohan turned around and said in a deep voice: "Once you get into trouble, Yao Rong will be completely hopeless."

This sentence calmed Zhuo Qi down, and he took a deep breath.

"How is she now?" Zhuo Qi reached out and grabbed his legs, forcing himself to calm down.

Xiao Mohan pulled a chair and sat down, handed him a document, and said in a deep voice: "Take a look at this first."

Zhuo Qi took the document, and his face changed after flipping through it. He looked at Xiao Mohan, moved his lips, but couldn't make any sound.

"Han." Zhuo Qi called him in a deep voice.

Xiao Mohan stretched out his hand, patted his shoulder, and said: "Leave it to me."

Wen Shui saw that Zhuo Qi was not in a good mood. He put away the document and looked at Zhuo Qi indifferently: "Yao Rong has not given birth to a child for a full month. Her situation is different from yours, so she is isolated."

"She is not here. I will make arrangements for you to see her." Wen Shui said, and helped Zhuo Qi lie on the bed. Seeing Zhuo Qi moving around, he forcibly pressed Zhuo Qi's shoulders.

Wenshui stared at Zhuoqi's eyes and said to him, "Don't mess around. Take a break."

"Okay." Zhuoqi responded, watching Wenshui leave. He lifted the quilt and wanted to go out, but after thinking about it, he turned around and climbed out of the French window and turned to the backyard.

Zhuoqi leaned against the wall and heard the footsteps fade away. He walked along the wall, looking at the situation in each bedroom, and finally...

"Puff" Zhuoqi felt his chest surging and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He covered his chest and turned over, pushed the window open with force, and climbed in.

Zhuoqi fell heavily to the ground with his feet entangled in the curtains.

"Yao Rong." Zhuoqi climbed up and felt a chill when he approached the bed.

The cold chill seemed to burst out from her body. Zhuoqi staggered and walked forward. He saw Yao Rong lying on the bed with a pale face.

Zhuoqi rushed forward, reached out and touched her hand, grabbing it hard.

"Rongrong, I'm Zhuo Qi, what's wrong with you?" Zhuo Qi looked at her and hugged her, his handsome face pressed against her.

He tried to use his burning body temperature to dispel the coldness on her body.

"Yao Rong, Yao Rong." Zhuo Qi was so excited that his face flushed as if he had drunk wine. He held her in his arms and kissed her forehead, eyebrows, and palms.

He put her hand on his face, his voice choked, and looked at her.

"It's all my fault. What kind of child should we have? We shouldn't have him. If we don't have a child, nothing will happen, right?" Zhuo Qi whispered.

Who wants a child to carry on the family line? Yao Rong became like this because of having a child.

Hearing a sound, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Zhuo Lao and Wen Lao rushed in, and saw Zhuo Qi sitting beside the bed, hugging Yao Rong tightly.

"Zhuo Qi, stay away from her, it's contagious." Wen Lao rushed forward and tried to pull Zhuo Qi away.

Hearing Wen Lao's words, Zhuo Qi hugged her tighter, looked up at the two elders, stared at them with bloodthirsty eyes, and said in a deep voice: "If it is really contagious, I would rather she pass all the viruses to me, it's enough for me to bear this sin alone."