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

The gentle silence made Fu Zheng even more angry, and his eyes were gloomy, "Am I right?"

Wen Liang lowered his eyes and racked his brains to explain, his tone sounding particularly hollow, "Actually, it's not... it's just..."

Fu Zheng's guess was good, except that she liked Meng Ce.

"What is it?" Fu Zheng repeated through gritted teeth.

Wen Liang felt guilty but spoke hard, glaring at Fu Zheng, "It's nothing. You guessed it right. I just like him more. I agreed when he confessed. How could there be so many reasons? When I'm single and in love, I still have to look at my ex-husband's face. ?”

Fu Zheng stared at Wen Liang and smiled angrily.

The anger in his heart was rising. Fu Zheng's eyes were eroded by the thick fog. His eyes were sharp and he had no sense. He pulled open the quilt with his big hands and looked at the spring light exposed in front of him. A sinister smile appeared on his lips, "It's so beautiful. If I send such a photo of you underneath me to Meng Ce, do you think he will break up with you?"

Wen Liang hurriedly covered the spring beauty with one arm, and grabbed the quilt with the other hand, but couldn't get it back.

When she heard Fu Zheng's words, she froze and looked at Fu Zheng in disbelief, her eyes filled with resentment, "Fu Zheng, you are shameless!"

"Since you say I'm shameless, wouldn't it be unfair if I don't prove the crime?"

Wen Liang looked at him in astonishment, and then his handsome face enlarged.

He leaned down and kissed her lips, biting and sucking roughly.

Wen Liang's struggling hands were easily restrained by him, raised above her head, and his other big hand ravaged her soft flesh.

"Um..."

The air in Wen Liang's mouth was robbed by him. One nasal cavity was blocked, and he could not use his mouth to assist breathing, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Her brain was already groggy, and now she was even more breathless and short of breath. It was all blank, buzzing, and she was gradually out of breath.

Fu Zheng noticed that Wen Liang was no longer struggling, so he let go of her lips and stepped away. He saw that Wen Liang's face was pale, his breathing was weak, his pupils were dilated, and he looked like he might faint at any time.

His heart immediately clenched, he held Wen Liang's chin with his big hands, and immediately began to give her artificial respiration.

After a few times, Wen Liang gradually came back to his senses. He covered his chest and gasped, "Cough, cough, cough..."

Fu Zheng covered her with the quilt, put a pillow on her back, and said softly, "Eat well, and take some cold medicine after eating."

Wen Liang shook his head expressionlessly and glanced at him lightly, "If you don't eat, you will either let me go or starve to death."

She will fight him to the end.

Fu Zheng laughed angrily and nodded, "Okay, good job, Wen Liang, you know I feel sorry for you, and I'm sure I can't bear it, right?"

Wen Liang lowered his eyes, "You don't have to feel bad."

She really knew in her heart that he couldn't really let her starve to death.

The reason why he did this was probably because he saw Meng Cefa's WeChat Moments from nowhere last night and suddenly went crazy.

Of course, even if she didn't like Meng Ce, she wouldn't appease him, as that would only make them more confused.

It would be a surprise if she could get Fu Zheng to let go of her relationship with Meng Ce.

Fu Zheng was so angry that he had nothing to say.

He's just a bitch.

It's been more than a month since the divorce, and she is now someone else's girlfriend, but he still can't let her go.

He had already knocked her unconscious and made her take off her clothes on his bed, but he didn't dare to go any further for fear that she would hate her when she woke up.

Fu Zheng ran his hands through his hair helplessly, "Wen Liang, you win. Eat well, and when you get better from the cold, I will let you leave."

"Why do you have to wait until I get over the cold? Can't you let me go today?"

"I'm afraid that your fever will relapse, so if you stay here and have your aunt take care of you, it's really a dog-eat-dog attack on Lu Dongbin!"

Wen Liang: "..."

She has become a dog.

"You keep your word, now go get my clothes."

Fu Zheng actually went out to get it, but what he got was a set of pajamas, which could only be worn at home, and were very thin. They were perfect for wearing in a villa with floor heating, but they would definitely freeze to death when they went out.

Wen Liang took the pajamas and saw Fu Zheng looking straight at her, his face darkened, "Get out."

"It's not like I haven't seen it before."

Fu Zheng glanced at somewhere, but turned around and went out.

Wen Liang changed clothes and started eating breakfast.

In fact, her stomach was growling with hunger, and the food cooked by her aunt suited her taste, so she finished it quickly.

Wen Liang carried the tray downstairs. Fu Shifan was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast. When he saw Wen Liang, he waved excitedly, "Auntie!"

"Fanfan, have a good meal. My aunt has a cold and can't play with you anymore." Wen Liang sent the dishes to the kitchen, where her aunt was already clearing away the pots and pans in advance.

She put down the dinner plate and asked casually, "Auntie, is your grandson's illness cured?"

"It's getting better now. I should be fully recovered in a few days."

"That's good." Wen Liang walked out, "You're busy, I'll go out first."

"Hey, madam!" Auntie called to her.

"You have forgotten, I am no longer Mrs. Fu."

"You are my husband's wife in my heart. Madam, you don't know that last night your fever reached [-] degrees. My husband stayed with you all night, giving you medicine and wiping your body. Wait for your fever to subside before resting. He is still a patient now... Sometimes, bystanders can tell that the husband must have very deep feelings for the wife. I sincerely hope that the wife will give the husband another chance..."

"Auntie, I'm really grateful for what he did for me, but I already have a boyfriend."

The aunt looked stunned, "Do you... have a boyfriend?"

Is this too fast?

More than a month ago, my wife was still depressed about the lost child, so she has a boyfriend so soon?

"Ah."

Wen Liang came out of the restaurant, lost in thought as he walked.

She was confused and unaware of what happened last night. It turned out that he had been guarding her all night.

Wen Liang felt a little mixed in her heart. She recalled that during that marriage, she had a cold, fever and headache, and he was also very considerate.

Therefore, she always thought that they had feelings.

Then reality hit her hard.

"Ah Liang."

Seeing that she didn't respond, Fu Zheng walked straight towards the stairs and shouted again, "A Liang? Come here and take medicine."

Wen Liang came back to her senses and saw Fu Zheng appearing in the living room at some unknown time. He turned and walked towards the sofa, "What did you just say?"

"Come here and take medicine, cold medicine." Fu Zheng had already placed the medicine on the table, with a glass of water next to it.

Wen Liang noticed that the medicines on the table were not in boxes, but in small packages, wrapped in white paper, containing prepared cold medicine.

She was very familiar with such medicine packs. When she was a child, she lived in the countryside with her grandparents. Whenever she caught a cold, her grandfather would take her to the village clinic to prescribe medicine. At that time, doctors would dispense the medicine, and it was very effective.

Nowadays, when you go to a drugstore to buy cold medicines, they come in boxes, and few pharmacies can dispense them.

The small packets of prepared medicines on the table were obviously not stored in the medicine cabinet, but were prepared by Fu Zheng from the doctor who had just gone to the pharmacy.

Wen Liang sat down on the sofa, opened a paper bag, picked up the water glass and took a sip. The temperature was just right. It seemed that it had been poured in advance and it had been cold for a while.

I don't know if it's because I think of my grandpa, or because of something else. Maybe it's because I tend to be emotional when I'm not feeling well. Wen Liang's nose felt sore, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

She opened her eyes wide, raised her head and asked Fu Zheng as if nothing had happened, "Aren't you going to the hospital for an infusion?"

"Go right away."

"By the way, give me your phone."

"No, just have a good rest at home."

"Dog Bi." Wen Liang cursed in a low voice.

White was moved.