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

Fu Zheng immediately got out of bed, took the medicine box up, found a thermometer and measured his temperature.

Thirty-eight degrees six.

Fu Zheng found antipyretic granules from the medicine box, filled half a cup with hot water, and drank Wenliang.

He moistened the towel with alcohol and gently wiped her forehead and neck.

Fu Zheng put the towel aside, lifted up her thermal underwear, and wanted to wipe her armpits, but the thermal underwear was too tight and could not be wiped at all.

He paused for half a minute and took off her thermal underwear - he was doing it for her health, she shouldn't blame him, right? Fu Zheng thought grandly.

He picked up the towel and wiped her armpits, arms, and chest.

Looking at the looming white flesh on her chest and her slender waist, his eyes became darker and darker.

After wiping, Fu Zheng covered her with a quilt and stayed by the bed, taking her temperature and applying alcohol every twenty minutes.

It wasn't until about four o'clock in the morning that the mild fever subsided.

Fu Zheng finally felt relieved, sleepily lifted up the quilt and lay down, hugging Wen Liang.

However, he closed his eyes and couldn't fall asleep as his hands touched the delicate and soft skin. A trace of evil fire ignited in his body, making him extremely hot.

Wen Liang slept uneasily and turned over several times in his arms. From time to time, her round buttocks brushed against his sensitive areas, which was like adding fuel to the fire, making the evil fire in her body burn even more intensely.

What made him even more miserable was that when Wen Liang turned over, the button on the back of the only underwear on her upper body was rubbed open and slipped off her body.

Fu Zheng grasped it and buried it.

Just like Fu Shifan said, it smells so good and soft.

Worried about Wen Liang's illness, Fu Zheng didn't do anything else. He just held her tightly and suffered until dawn.

Wen Liang opened his eyes in a daze, his head was dizzy, his throat was so dry, it hurt like a knife in his throat, his whole body ached, and he didn't want to get up at all.

She sniffed.

Damn it, my nose is stuffy.

She caught a cold.

Wen Liang turned over, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

As she fell asleep, she suddenly thought that Fu Shifan was still sleeping next to her.

No, we can't infect her with the cold. We'd better send her to Fu Zheng in the next few days.

"Fanfan——" She turned over and opened her eyes, stunned.

What about Fanfan?

Wen Liang realized something was wrong and looked around, only to realize that the room she was sleeping in was not her room on the flat floor.

The layout of this room looks like the master bedroom of Xinghewan Villa.

She sat up suddenly, her upper body felt cold, she looked down and quickly covered her chest with the quilt.

Wen Liang rubbed her forehead and recalled last night, when she returned to the ward to pick up Fanfan, who fell asleep on the bed.

When she was about to wake up Fanfan, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck, and then she lost consciousness.

She remembered that Fu Zheng was behind her at that time.

Was it Fu Zheng who knocked her unconscious?

why?

Wen Liang closed his eyes irritably and touched the back of his neck, feeling a stinging pain.

She took a deep breath and looked around, but couldn't find her clothes.

Wen Liang lay back on the bed, wrapped himself tightly with the quilt, and shouted at the door, "Is there anyone there? Fu Zheng?!"

After shouting twice, her throat was dry and sore, so she lay down straight away.

Ten seconds later, Fu Zheng pushed the door in from outside, sat down by the bed, and reached out to touch Wen Liang's forehead, "A Liang, are you awake?"

Wen Liang subconsciously hid back and looked at Fu Zheng coldly, "What are you doing? Did you knock me out on purpose? Where are my clothes?"

It's just that she has a sick look on her face and her eyes are not lethal.

Fu Zheng paused for a moment, pressed Wen Liang through the quilt, and put his big hand on Wen Liang's forehead to feel it.

He took back his hand and said calmly, "Are you hungry?"

Wen Liang: "..."

Didn't he even hear her question just now?

"Let me ask you, why did you knock me out? Where are my clothes?" Wen Liang glared.

Fu Zheng did not answer directly, "Auntie made breakfast, I will bring it to you. You had a fever last night. How do you feel now? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I want clothes and I want to go down and eat by myself!"

"Lie down and I'll get you breakfast."

After saying that, Fu Zheng turned around and went out.

Wen Liang almost lost his breath.

She climbed out of bed wrapped in quilt and opened the cabinet in her room - it was empty!

Not a single piece of clothing.

Wen Liang's eyes widened.

She jumped to the door, pressed the door handle, and Fu Zheng locked the door smoothly.

Walking around the room, there was no trace of any electronic equipment.

Wen Liang slumped down on the bed, punched the bed hard, with an angry look on his face.

She understood that Fu Zheng wanted to lock her up.

Just like what he said yesterday, he wanted her to be a canary and stay by his side.

If she doesn't go back at night, Tangtang should call her.

Her mobile phone is with Fu Zheng, and he may use his information to confuse Tangtang.

I just hope Tangtang can find out soon.

Speaking of mobile phones, Wen Liang thought of Meng Ce again.

She held her forehead.

They had just confirmed their relationship, and Meng Ce would definitely send her a message. If Fu Zheng saw it...

Fu Zheng pushed the door open and came in, holding a tray with a sumptuous breakfast on it.

Wen Liang squeezed the corner of the quilt and looked at him warily, "Fu Zheng, are you going to put me under house arrest? It's against the law for you to restrict personal freedom, do you understand?"

"Have a meal."

Facing her question, Fu Zheng put the tray on the bedside table without changing his expression.

Wen Liang was furious when she saw that Fu Zheng took her words as nothing, "Fu Zheng, don't act stupid! We are already divorced, why can't you let me go?"

"Do you want me to feed you?" Fu Zheng asked.

Wen Liang almost couldn't catch his breath. He wrapped himself in a quilt and rolled onto the bed. He turned the back of his head to Fu Zheng and said, "I won't eat."

"Eat a little. Not eating is not good for your health."

"If you don't want to eat, I won't eat. If you don't let me go, I will go on a hunger strike until the day you let me go." Wen Liang said coldly, "In the worst case, I will starve to death. Anyway, I am alone and have nothing to worry about."

Fu Zheng was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly sneered, "Alone with no worries? What is Meng Ce? Isn't he your little boyfriend?"

Wen Liang froze.

No wonder Fu Zheng went crazy suddenly, it turned out that he knew about this.

"Why aren't you talking? Huh?" Fu Zheng suddenly stepped forward, pressed Wen Liang's shoulders with one hand and forced her to turn over and lie down on her back. He put his arm beside her head and looked at her condescendingly, "Yesterday, didn't you promise me Is it fair competition with Meng Ce? Is this what you call fair competition? Or are you just prevaricating, fooling me, and teasing me?"

Wen Liang pursed her lips and looked away, "I'm not teasing you, it's just..."

It's just that Meng Ce's confession came unexpectedly. In order to find out the news, it was the best choice for her to accept it.

"It's just that you like Meng Ce more. He confessed his love to you and you agreed naturally?!" Fu Zheng asked with a sneer.

Wen Liang: "..."