Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Ye Liang could clearly feel that his whole body was really tense, and even his breath was sinking, that kind of oppression wrapped her heavily.

She thought about it, "If you don't want the full payment, I can pay the original price. After thinking about it, it's really inappropriate to accept it for free."

Fan Xiaozheng's knuckles on her side were constantly tightening, and the originally slender and bony hands were now slightly bluish-white.

The voice was low and hoarse, "Which is not suitable?"

Ye Liang could only bend her soft lips slightly, and looked up at the man in front of her, "It's okay, it's really not good to accept such a valuable thing."

"It doesn't matter?" The man chewed her words heavily.

Then he gave his advice, "Know that Pavian makes you unhappy, but it's best not to test me by drawing a line."

He loosened the hand holding her chin, narrowed his eyes and looked at her, "Otherwise I don't mind establishing the relationship you want on the spot, huh?"

After all, he used his arms to imprison her forcefully just now, but now he moved one arm away, and only stood by one side of the sofa, with his back facing her.

"Get lost." Ye Liang heard him suddenly utter a word coldly.

Obviously an eviction order was issued.

Normally, she might not be willing to entangle here.

But today she specially came to deal with this matter, even if there is no deal, at least there should be an explanation.

Holding the bank card in her hand, she said, "I put the card here, and the password is set on the wedding day...ah!"

Ye Liang hadn't finished speaking when she suddenly squeezed her wrist fiercely.

"Is my words difficult to understand? Get lost!"

As soon as she was in pain, the bank card fell directly to the ground, and then she looked up at the man in front of her.

As if because of anger, the already scarred facial features became ferocious, and there was a subtle pearl on the forehead.

I don't know if it's the drops of water falling from the hair after taking a shower, or sweat?
Fan Xiaozheng had already directly clasped her wrist and pulled it out, she could feel that he was different from every time he pestered her before.

In the past, she would not use such force, but now she felt that her wrist was about to be broken.

"Fan Xiaozheng!" She was forced to drag behind him, frowning in pain, and patted the hand he was clasping her, "Let go of me...you hurt me!"

When she was about to leave the living room, before reaching the entrance, she felt that the pace of the man in front of her had indeed slowed down, and even the strength of her pinching him had also slowed down.

Immediately let go.

She withdrew her hand, not daring to move much because of the pain.

Then I heard a man coughing violently.

It was very violent, and very hasty, and it could be heard that it was completely uncontrollable. When she looked up, she saw that he was coughing so hard that he had already bent down uncontrollably, leaning on the wall with one hand, and pressing his chest with the other.

Yeliang is not a doctor, but she has been in contact with drugs for a long time, and she understands the general idea.

At least know that his situation is not normal.

"Fan Xiaozheng?" She couldn't control the pain in her wrist for the time being, and took a step forward to check his condition.

But the man's hand covering his chest immediately stretched back to prevent her from approaching.

"What's wrong with you?" She stopped, but her brows frowned even tighter.

The sound of his cough next to her ear made her eardrums feel a tingling discomfort. Such discomfort made her feel a little flustered for no reason.

"Did you get injured on a business trip?" She could only think of this possibility.

But right now Fan Xiaozheng couldn't answer her at all.

He supported the wall and took two steps forward, but he was still within the range of the entrance of the living room, and he couldn't leave her sight, as if he couldn't move anymore.

Ye Liang took her mobile phone and prepared to call Sheng Xia.

As soon as the phone was connected, I saw Fan Xiaozheng's hand supporting the wall slowly falling, as if he couldn't stand up.

"Doctor Sheng, come here right away, I don't know what's wrong with him!" She quickly finished talking to Sheng Xia and threw the phone aside, not having time to put it in her bag.

At this moment, Fan Xiaozheng didn't have such a severe cough, but it seemed that he had difficulty breathing.

That feeling sounds a lot like a patient with severe asthma.

But according to Ye Liang's memory, Fan Xiaozheng didn't have this kind of medical history. When she was with him, except for the scar on his face and occasional leg pain, her physical fitness was extremely good.

She didn't care much, and wanted to support him in the past.

But when she just touched the man's body, she was startled by his icy temperature.

Only then did he see that his entire face was covered in cold sweat, which was indeed sweat, not the drops of water from his wet hair just after taking a shower.

It was also at that time that she felt that when he came downstairs, he looked a little pale. At that time, she thought it was because he had just taken a shower.

Although the man had difficulty breathing, his thin lips were tightly pressed together until they turned white, and his thick eyebrows were furrowed deeply.

The originally closed eyes opened a dark gap because someone approached.

She could feel his gaze falling on her face, as if trying to see clearly.

Then thin lips asked with difficulty: "Who?"

Ye Liang thought he saw him, but he still answered when he asked, "It's me, you have to lie down now, I'll help you..."

"Go!" He didn't listen to her finish, he said a word coldly, and shook her hand away.

Ye Liang subconsciously went to help him again.

It's just that this time he just met him, but the man pushed her aside forcefully.

"Well!" Ye Liang was defenseless, and his strength was surprisingly heavy.

She was pushed so hard that she directly hit the landscape stand on the other side where the vases and potted plants were placed. The impact was very heavy, and then fell to the ground again.

The things on the shelf were swept to the ground, and the sound of "cracking" came to the ears.

Ye Liang sat on the ground, with potted soil, vegetation, and pieces of porcelain falling on his feet, and there was nowhere to start for a while.

He looked up at the man over there.

He has completely fallen to the ground, and the manic breath just now seems to be gone.

No, it's not just mania, even the asthma-like sound disappeared. After the noise of the stage falling to the ground, everything in the villa miraculously became silent.

"Fan Xiaozheng?" She realized that something was wrong, and she called him a few times without responding.

Hurriedly got up from the ground and went to look at him, but he had already passed out.

There was only a patch of cold sweat left on his face, pale lips, and eyelashes were tightly closed together.

For some reason, looking at his appearance, the panic in Ye Liang's heart gradually expanded, and she probed his breath with a slightly trembling hand.

Then he quickly put it flat on the ground and took the most basic first aid measures.

Mama Zhang probably heard the sound of the landscape stand and the potted vase being knocked down, so she came over to take a look cautiously.