Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

After dinner, everyone moved to the KTV.

The employees all moved, but Fu Zheng remained seated.

Wu Ling smiled and said, "Why don't Mr. Fu leave?"

Seeing that Fu Zheng remained silent, Wu Ling continued, "The cake I ordered is at KTV. Mr. Fu has to eat the birthday cake anyway."

The deputy director also persuaded, "Mr. Fu, the KTV is right next to it. It won't take too long if you go and sit down."

"Okay, let's go." Fu Zheng picked up the coat on the back of the chair.

The deputy director took it over immediately.

When we arrived at the KTV box, there were already people asking for songs.

Fu Zheng found a seat in a corner and sat down, raising his hands to loosen his collar.

He put his left arm on the armrest of the sofa and gently rubbed his eyebrows.

I don't know why, I have a headache and feel dizzy.

"Mr. Fu, are you feeling uncomfortable? Drink some water." Wu Ling looked at Fu Zheng, poured some boiled water from a disposable cup and placed it in front of Fu Zheng.

"Thank you." Fu Zheng raised his glasses and glanced at Wu Ling.

Wu Ling smiled at Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng picked up the water glass and took a sip of water.

Does Wu Ling like him?

Like and not like.

Tonight, she was very considerate but not out of line.

Someone was singing in the box.

After a few songs, the deputy director came and asked, "Mr. Fu, don't you want to sing one?"

"You guys sing." Fu Zheng waved his hand.

The deputy director didn't ask any more questions.

Fu Zheng can come here, which is already very flattering.

Fu Zheng raised his hand and unbuttoned his collar. The two holes revealed his collarbone.

He stood up and walked out.

"Mr. Fu!" Wu Ling thought he was leaving.

Fu Zheng looked at Wu Ling's expression carefully, "I'm going to go out and get some air, it's a bit stuffy here."

Wu Ling showed an embarrassed expression.

At this moment, the KTV waiter came in pushing the cake.

Wu Ling went to cut the cake.

Fu Zheng walked slowly to the end of the corridor and sent a message to Wen Liang.

After standing outside for a while, Fu Zheng still felt a little hot.

He returned to the box and the cake had been cut.

Seeing him come in, Wu Ling specially brought a piece and came over. "Mr. Fu, do you want to try it? The cakes in this store taste good."

"Leave it here." Fu Zheng gestured to the coffee table in front of him, his voice slightly hoarse.

Wu Ling put the cake on the table in front of Fu Zheng and said, "This is a rare moment. Would you like to sing a song?"

"No."

Fu Zheng picked up the small cake plate, took a symbolic taste, raised his hand to glance at his watch, and went to the sofa to pick up his coat, "It's getting late, I'll go back first. You continue."

Wu Ling was behind him, "Mr. Fu, are you leaving now? No more fun."

"Mr. Fu, please sit down for a while," an employee said.

"You guys play, don't be too late." Fu Zheng took his coat and walked out.

The employees followed Fu Zheng to the door of the box without any further persuasion.

"Boss Fu, go slowly."

"Don't give it away, go play."

Fu Zheng strode away.

Wu Ling ran a few steps to catch up, "Mr. Fu, I think I heard your car had a flat tire? Can you go back? Why don't I open a room for you upstairs?"

"Need not."

"Then shall I take you back?"

"Someone has already come to pick me up. Director Wu, please go back. You are the birthday boy today and they are still waiting for you."

"Then...I'll take you downstairs and wait until you get in the car before I leave."

Wu Ling moved her lips and racked her brains to think of how to keep Fu Zheng.

She knew the medicine was about to take effect.

She won't argue with Chu Siyi like Wen Liang, who doesn't know what she can do. She just wants one night.

Just one night.

Wu Ling followed Fu Zheng into the elevator.

The elevator door closed, and there were only two people in the enclosed space, quiet and silent.

Fu Zheng pressed the number one.

Wu Ling stood behind Fu Zheng and looked at Fu Zheng with her peripheral vision.

He was only wearing a black shirt, with the cuffs rolled up to reveal his strong forearms, and his coat draped over his elbows. Such a casual movement had an indescribable sense of dignity and elegance.

Wu Ling plucked up the courage and walked behind him, wanting to hug him.

At this moment, the elevator door suddenly opened, and several young people came in talking and laughing. When they saw Fu Zheng in the elevator, their voices fell silent for a moment.

A young girl looked at Fu Zheng casually, and it was not difficult to tell that he was a successful man. He looked young, but his eyes were calm, and he had the air of a mature man.

Moreover, it looks familiar.

Before the little girl could remember who it was, the elevator door opened.

The elevator stopped on the first floor, waiting for the young people to get out.

Only then did Fu Zheng catch up. He turned around and looked at Wu Ling, "Just send it here."

"It's okay. It's only a few steps away. I'll take Mr. Fu to the door."

Coming out of the KTV, neon lights were flashing all around, and a cool breeze hit my face.

The autumn night is a bit cool.

Wu Ling approached, "Isn't Mr. Fu cold?"

"It's not cold." Fu Zheng shook his head.

Not only was he not cold, he also felt inexplicably hot.

Wu Ling looked around and asked, "Is the person picking you up not here yet?"

"Wait a while."

"Then I'll wait with you." Wu Ling took a few steps towards Fu Zheng.

She knew this was her last chance.

"Ah..." Wu Ling tilted her high heels and fell straight onto Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng stretched out his hand to help him, "Are you okay?"

"Mr. Fu, I'm sprained in my ankle." Wu Ling held onto Fu Zheng's arm without leaving a trace.

"I'll help you back to the hall and sit down."

"Mr. Fu, can you take me to the hospital? My car keys are in my pocket." Wu Ling looked up at Fu Zheng with an innocent expression.

Fu Zheng picked up his cell phone and made a call.

Wu Ling originally thought that he was the person who told him to pick her up.

Unexpectedly, after the call was connected, he said, "Lao Zhang, come down here and bring your car keys. Wu Ling's ankle is sprained. Take her to the hospital."

Lao Zhang is the deputy director.

He quickly responded, "Okay, I'll come right away."

Upon hearing this, Wu Ling's face froze.

Fu Zheng looked at Wu Ling and said to her, "Are you waiting here for Lao Zhang to come down, or are you going to wait in the hall?"

She doesn't want to go anywhere.

Wu Ling forcefully twitched the corner of her mouth, suddenly in a dilemma.

He took a deep breath and leaned all his weight on Fu Zheng.

"Can't stand up?"

Wu Ling's eyes pulsed and she nodded slightly.

"Keep it up a little longer, Lao Zhang will be here soon." Fu Zheng supported her with his hands, and moved away from Wu Ling without any trace of his body.

Wu Ling: "..."

Seeing that he was silent, Fu Zheng didn't say anything more.

Not long after, Lao Zhang trotted out of the KTV. When he saw the two people on the roadside, he said, "Director Wu, don't worry. I'll drive a car. Mr. Fu will trouble you."

Lao Zhang quickly picked up the car and parked it on the roadside.

Fu Zheng helped Wu Ling walk over.

Wu Ling had no choice but to get into Lao Zhang's car.

Lao Zhang drove away.

Fu Zheng watched Lao Zhang's car disappear into the traffic. He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and took a look. There was no news.

The warmth has not arrived yet.

At this moment, a black car on the opposite side flashed twice.