Who is 092?

Before dark, Lin Yarong slept lazily in **. She was a little restless. Qin came in and looked at her several times and saw that she looked listless. Although she didn't say anything, Qin's eyes were always worried.

"Big girl, do you want something to eat? "Mother, will do it for you?" Qin saw her hair spread out and fell on the bone pillow, and her neck became thinner and thinner.

"Mom, I want to sleep for a while." Lin Yarong has no appetite now. She just feels weak and doesn't want to move or talk.

Qin touched her face lovingly, looked at her carefully for a while, put up the quilt and gently retreated out.

Lin Yarong's cheeks are a little swollen and painful, and his pale face has clear fingerprints at this time. Even if he wipes the ointment specially prepared by Ye Qiunan, it may take two or three days to completely eliminate the seal.

Thinking of this, she sighed gently.

"Brother-in-law, why are you here?"

Lin Shaoteng's surprised voice suddenly sounded outside the door. As soon as he heard Sun Jingbang coming, Lin Yarong subconsciously pulled up the quilt to cover her head.

The door was pushed open vigorously, and then she heard the rapid footsteps getting closer and closer, and then someone came to pull her quilt.

"Yarong, it's me!"

Sun Jingbang's hoarse voice came to his ears. Somehow, Lin Yarong suddenly wanted to cry.

But at this time, she can only protect her quilt tightly.

"Brother-in-law, my sister is not feeling well now. Why don't you go back first?" Lin Shaoteng persuaded him, but Sun Jingbang did not move at all. Instead, he sat down and held the quilt in his arms.

As soon as Qin saw this situation, he had mixed feelings. Without saying anything, Qin pulled Lin Shao out of the room and thoughtfully closed the door for the two.

"Lin Yarong, come out and make it clear to me." Sun Jingbang frowned tightly and raised his hand to pull the quilt. The more he looked at it, the more unpleasant it became.

Lin Yarong hugged her head, but refused to show her face: "Marquis, I'm fine. You go back first."

Are you okay?

If it's okay, how can those strange rumors come out?

Sun Jingbang's eyes were a little impatient: "Lin Yarong, don't challenge my patience." Because he was afraid of hurting her, Sun Jingbang did not dare to use brute force, otherwise the quilt on Lin Yarong would have been torn off by him.

After a while, Lin Yarong slowly showed her eyes and looked at Sun Jingbang uneasily.

Staring at those eyes for a long time, Sun Jingbang said in a low voice, "Do you know what's being said outside now?"

Lin Yarong didn't say anything, just shook her head.

"Typ you..."

Sun Jingbang didn't know how to speak for a moment. They all said that Lin Yarong couldn't protect the child with fetal gas, but they obviously didn't have the truth of husband and wife. Where did the child come from? In fact, now calm down and think about it carefully. There must be someone talking nonsense secretly. In fact, the most injured person is Lin Yarong.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help softening his voice: "Yarong, I'll take you home, okay?"

Lin Yarong still shook her head.

"Why?"

"I want to stay here for a few days." Finally, Lin Yarong opened her mouth and said softly that she did not show her face completely, so Sun Jingbang has not noticed the abnormal red marks on her face until now.

Sun Jingbang was silent for a while, and he thought to himself, did Lin Yarong hear something?

"Yarong, don't worry. I will definitely find out about this and won't let anyone hurt you.

Lin Yarong didn't know what Sun Jingbang was thinking. Although she wanted to stay by his side at this time, she did not dare to let Sun Jingbang stay in the room for a long time. After thinking about it, she whispered, "Marquis, I'm tired, why don't you go back first?"

Sun Jingbang looked up.

Lin Yarong curled up in **, and Suhua's quilt was held tightly by her chest, revealing only a pair of eyes, but her eyes were full of uneasiness and timidity.

Sun Jingbang felt pain in his heart and wanted to say something nice, but he didn't know where to speak. After a long time, he hummed, "Then have a good rest!"

Standing up reluctantly, Sun Jingbang stretched out his hand to touch Lin Yarong's face. Seeing her subconsciously hiding, he could only sigh and put her scattered hair behind her ears.

"I'll pick you up in a few days. You can have a good rest at home." He paused and said, "Don't think about it."

Lin Yarong nodded and then watched Sun Jingbang slowly leave the house.

She took a long breath. Fortunately, she didn't let Sun Jingbang see that something was wrong, otherwise something might happen.

"My brother-in-law has left."

A sound suddenly broke into her ear, and Lin Yarong looked up in a little panic. I don't know when Lin Shaoteng stood by the bed with his hands in his arms, looking unhappy.

"Are you leaving?" Lin Yarong was slightly disappointed, "Did you send it out? Did he... say anything?

Lin Shaoteng saw Lin Yarong's look of crying and forbearance, and couldn't help sighing: "Sister, I really don't understand. What's wrong with you? In my opinion, it's better for you to tell your brother-in-law about this than to toss around alone.

Lin Yarong stared at Lin Shaoteng. She was not tossing around. There was always her reason for her to do so.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Lin Shaoteng really didn't understand Lin Yarong. Seeing the red marks on her face, he couldn't wait to rush into King An's mansion and beat him up.

"You will understand later." Lin Yarong only said such a sentence, but in Lin Shaoteng's opinion, it seemed that he didn't say it.

"Sister, don't do anything stupid. I'm sorry, brother-in-law." Although Lin Shaoteng supports Lin Yarong, an eye for a tooth, emotionally, he still likes his brother-in-law Sun Jingbang very much. From the bottom of his heart, he does not want Lin Yarong to be wronged or Sun Jingbang to be hurt.

Lin Yarong is unhappy. What does the child say? What do you mean sorry? Did she do something wrong?

Lazy to pay attention to Lin Shaoteng, Lin Yarong said tiredly, "I have my own ideas about my affairs. Just don't make trouble for me. Go out. I want to have a rest."

Seeing that Lin Yarong was angry, Lin Shaoteng was also a little wrong. Was he a little too much for what he said just now?

But...

With a flat mouth, Lin Shaoteng touched his nose and dared not say anything more. He retreated obediently.

The sky soon darkened. After a while, the room was dark and everything seemed unreal. Tonight's moon does not seem to be as bright as before. The thin moonlight sprinkles on the ground, pale silver, lifeless but inexplicably cold.

Looking at the ink gauze tent above her head, Lin Yarong stared, but her heart could not calm down for a long time.

She can probably guess what King An is going to do next. It won't be long before the news of her private meeting with others will spread in Beijing, and even some unbearable words. Hurt her is not the most important thing. The key is Sun Jingbang. King An is afraid of Sun Jingbang, and Mojilu is also afraid of Sun Jingbang. If he fights with Sun Jingbang head-on, neither King An nor Mojilu will get any benefits, so he can only think of him to move, so that Sun Jingbang can no longer care about anything.

What happened today in Anwangfu is just an opportunity.

King An will not miss it, and Mojiru will definitely not miss it.

And she will never allow such a thing to happen, so she has to prevent anything that may happen in advance. But the method she can think of at present, except for what she said to Ye Qiunan in the afternoon, she has no other tricks for the time being.

Her net has begun to spread out, and the fish cerosm has also been put down. Let's see if anyone will take the bait.

However, there should be news back in the next two days.

While she was thinking nonsense, suddenly there were a few soft sounds from the window lattice, and a dark shadow was imprinted on the window by the moonlight.

Lin Yarong was shocked.

"Who is it?"