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

"Don't think too much. After all, you were so seriously injured because you were trying to save me. I'm just uneasy." Wen Liang lowered his eyes and said.

She secretly changed her concept and replaced her distress with uneasiness.

Just like if a stranger was injured trying to save her, she would be grateful and worried.

But heartache is different.

Some people say that when you feel sorry for a man, it means that you will fall on him.

The light in Fu Zheng's eyes dimmed, "Don't you ask why I saved you?"

In that dangerous situation, he had no room to think, and he didn't even consider his own safety. He subconsciously turned the steering wheel, just not wanting her to get hurt.

"No matter why, I should express my gratitude to you. Thank you, Fu Zheng." Wen Liang looked at him sincerely.

Fu Zheng was willing to sacrifice his life to save him, so she could also sacrifice her life in return.

If one day Fu Zheng is in danger, Wen Liang will also sacrifice her life for him, but she doesn't dare to believe him anymore, let alone put her heart into him.

Wen Liang's words of thanks sounded very harsh to Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng smiled mockingly, "Is it only verbal thanks?"

"Then, how do you want me to thank you?"

"Can you..." Fu Zheng blurted out, then paused, "...stay in the hospital and take care of me until I am discharged?"

For a moment, what Fu Zheng actually wanted to say was, can you please not leave me and remarry me?

Wen Liang frowned, and just when Fu Zheng felt uneasy and thought that he should not take advantage of others' danger, Wen Liang nodded.

"can."

Seeing Wen Liang agree, Fu Zheng suddenly felt happy.

Then, he heard Wen Liang say, "You were injured trying to save me, so I should take care of you."

Fu Zheng's expression froze, and the joy in his heart immediately dissipated.

He lowered his eyes, a trace of bitterness flashed in his eyes. Even if she stayed to take care of him for a few days, what would be the use?

They will eventually separate.

"Forget it, I'm kidding you, my aunt is taking care of me, what are you going to do next?"

Wen Liang answered truthfully, "Go traveling with Tangtang Zhu Fan."

"where to?"

"It's not clear yet."

"When are you leaving?"

"Just two days."

Fu Zheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

in such a hurry?

Wen Liang looked at him seriously, "You really don't need my care? I can postpone the time for two days."

"No, what are your plans after returning from the trip?"

Wen Liang shook his head, "I don't know. Let's talk about it when we get back."

After saying that, Wen Liang saw that Fu Zheng's IV drip had been finished and called the nurse to change the dressing.

Not long after, the police came and delivered Wen Liang's bag. They had already identified Fu Zheng and Wen Liang from the IDs in the car, briefly questioned them, and also explained the perpetrators. identity.

The perpetrator was a second-generation rich man who had just bought a new sports car and couldn't wait to show it off on the street. As a result, the new car was directly scrapped and he also broke a leg.

Now that he knows that he bumped into Fu's CEO, he is panicking and contacting his family.

But Fu Zheng didn't want to pursue it. He was even grateful for the car accident.

Because of this car accident, he and Wen Liang were bonded again. If he could see Wen Liang again, he would be willing to break a few more ribs.

……

After sending the police away, Wen Liang opened the bag and took a look. The mobile phone inside was safe and sound.

Seeing dusk fall, she called her aunt, "Auntie, your husband was in a car accident and is now in Dexing Hospital. Please help him pack a few changes of clothes and send them over."

The aunt asked, "Huh? Is sir's injury serious?"

"Don't worry, it's not serious."

"That's good, madam, what about you? Do you still need to pack your clothes?"

"No need, I'm not injured, I don't need to be hospitalized."

The conversation fell clearly on Fu Zheng's ears, and he closed his eyes, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

In other words, she will leave the hospital tonight, and maybe she will go on a trip with her friends tomorrow, and she doesn't know when she will be back.

Fu Zheng later realized that they were divorced and no longer had to report each other's whereabouts, so their lives would not interfere with each other.

From then on, she had her own life and her own job.

Maybe he could only meet her once in a while in his old house. If she deliberately avoided him, even if they didn't see each other for a year, it would be normal.

Thinking of that situation, Fu Zheng's heart felt sour and depressed.

He really can't accept it!

"What do you want to eat? I'll go down and buy food." A warm voice interrupted Fu Zheng's thoughts.

He slowly opened his eyes and said, "Just buy some. I don't have much appetite now."

"Okay, then I'll buy some."

Wen Liang took her cell phone and left the ward.

About twenty minutes later, she came back from outside carrying dinner.

In my hand are steamed buns, fried dough sticks, eggs, soy milk, and vegetable and lean meat porridge.

Wen Liang put them all on the table, "I bought some, what do you want to eat?"

"I don't want to eat anything right now."

"You have to eat even if you don't want to. You are still injured. How can you get better without eating? Besides, your stomach is not good to begin with..."

Halfway through, Wen Liang suddenly paused and remained silent.

They are divorced.

Some words had no boundaries and should never come out of her mouth again.

Fu Zheng was also silent. In the past three years, she often paid attention to his three meals a day. She was afraid that he would forget the time during work and meetings, so she came to supervise him personally, so they gradually developed the habit of eating together in his office. habit.

It's just that from now on, he will no longer hear her care and advice, and there will even be very few opportunities to eat together at the same table.

Wen Liang divided half of all the food types and put them on the bedside table of the hospital bed. "I put them here for you. If you want to eat, take it yourself."

Seeing Wen Liang turn around and leave, Fu Zheng thought Wen Liang was leaving, so he shouted without thinking, "Wait!"

Wen Liang stopped and turned around to look at him, "What's wrong?"

"I want to drink vegetable and lean meat porridge!" Fu Zheng glanced at his right hand, which was undergoing an infusion.

The intention is very obvious.

Wen Liang didn't seem to notice, and put the porridge on the bedside table on the left with a spoon in the bowl, "Eat it."

This way he can eat spoonful by spoonful with his left hand.

Fu Zheng's eyes darkened, and he took a spoonful of it silently, and was about to bring it to his mouth. Unexpectedly, he lost his grip on one of the pieces and spilled it all on the quilt. "Give me the toilet paper, the porridge is spilled."

"Be careful." Wen Liang used paper to help him wipe off the porridge on the quilt.

Fu Zheng used his left hand to scoop up a spoonful of porridge again, and brought it to his mouth tremblingly. During this period, he sprinkled a few drops on the quilt. After all the hard work, he finally brought it to his mouth, but not much was left.

Wen Liang was helpless and reached for the spoon in his hand, "Let me feed you."

"No, I can do it myself."

Fu Zheng pursed his lips, dodged her hand expressionlessly, scooped out another spoonful of porridge, and repeated the action before, adding a few more stains to the quilt.

Wen Liang couldn't stand it anymore, so she took the spoon from his hand, picked up the bowl, scooped a spoonful and brought it to his mouth.

Fu Zheng looked at her serious face, opened his mouth to eat the porridge, and a hint of a successful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The moment Wen Liang raised his eyes, the smile on his lips had disappeared.

He took his second mouthful of porridge and his eyes fell intensely on her face.

Her eyes are somewhere between peach blossom eyes and almond eyes, with flowing light and clear black and white.

Her eyelashes were black and long, and from such a close distance, he could see that her eyelashes were clearly defined, blinking like a small cattail fan, flickering.

Her skin is very white, very thin, and smooth and tender to the touch. Fu Zheng has always known it.

But, he woke up too late and lost her...

After dinner, my aunt also came with a change of clothes.

Wen Liang glanced at the sky and said to Fu Zheng, "Since you don't need my care, I'll go back first."

Fu Zheng lowered his eyes and pursed his lips tightly.

Wen Liang added, "I will pack up and move out tomorrow."