After the food was vomited out, the uncomfortable feeling of fullness in the stomach disappeared. Qingying felt much better now, but her body was still a little weak.

She shook her head: "It doesn't hurt, I'm fine, thank you for worrying about me."

The bed curtains above her head and the decorations in the room were a little unfamiliar.

Qingying realized that this was not the East Garden where she usually lived, but the West Garden where Meng Xun lived.

When she fainted, she vaguely felt that someone picked her up.

Meng Zhao suffered from a leg disease and could not get out of bed, so the person who held her was Meng Xun.

Qingying turned her gaze to Meng Xun, and she spoke softly, "Thank you for your help, Second Young Master. I am grateful."

As soon as Qingying began to thank him, Meng Xun felt that the relationship between them was as far away as a galaxy.

They were close lovers a few months ago, but now they have become uncle and sister-in-law who violate human ethics and customs.

At this moment, looking at her pale face, he wanted to hug her and comfort her like he used to.

But her nominal husband was sitting next to her, he was his elder brother, and he couldn't even touch her.

Meng Xun suppressed his disappointment and replied calmly, "It's my job, no need to be polite."

He didn't want to watch Meng Zhao and Qingying arguing with each other, so he turned to Meng Zhao and said, "Brother, you stay here and I'll send someone to the pharmacy to get the medicine and boil it."

"Thank you, second brother." Meng Zhao nodded and thanked him.

After Meng Xun left, Meng Zhao lifted Qingying's clothes and reached out to touch her flat belly.

He whispered, "You can't eat anymore, why do you force yourself to finish it?"

Qingying lowered her eyes, her long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a shadow on her eyelids.

She opened her red lips and spoke slowly: "You need to eat more so that you can get well as soon as possible and serve the eldest master with all your heart."

"I..." Meng Zhao paused. Was she doing this to him just because of a word he said casually?

He was angry and said in a low voice: "I picked up food for you. Although I hope you can get well as soon as possible, I didn't force you to get well immediately or serve me right away. Why are you in such a hurry?"

There was a hint of blame in the man's words, and Qingying suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

She turned her face away, bit her lower lip, and said in a muffled voice: "I was stupid and misunderstood the eldest master's intention. Now not only did I not recover soon, but I also hurt my body. I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of the eldest master for several days."

As she was speaking, Qingying suddenly turned around, which made Meng Zhao a little dissatisfied.

He reached out to pull her shoulders and turned her around.

After turning around, he was stunned when he saw her eyes were red and her thick long eyelashes were stained with a little crystal water.

Suddenly realizing that his tone was a bit aggressive, Meng Zhao wiped the corners of Qingying's eyes with his fingertips and said self-reproachfully:

"Don't cry, I don't mean to blame you. I'm not blaming you for not being able to take care of me. I just feel sorry for you for not taking care of your body and eating indiscriminately."

Qingying sniffed her red nose and choked slightly, "It's my fault, because I ate indiscriminately and damaged my body, so this result occurred. Otherwise, I would be able to get up and take care of the eldest master now."

Meng Zhao found that Qingying was arguing with the matter

of "taking care of him". This silly woman, how could she be so stubborn. Meng Zhao felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have said that sentence this morning, "Get well soon and do your best to serve him."

She must be thinking now that he only picked up food for her so that she could get better soon and then take good care of him, and he didn't care about her at all.

He just wanted to make her plump and white, so he picked up so many dishes for her.

But the premise is that she can eat it. If she can't eat it, he would rather throw away the remaining food than force her to eat it.

When Meng Zhao saw the tears in Qingying's eyes, his heart ached.

He lowered his head and kissed Qingying's red eyes, and coaxed softly: "Don't blame you, blame me. I shouldn't say that. As for the food I picked up, if you don't like it, you can refuse it. Don't force yourself."