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

Fu Zheng grabbed her wrist.

Wen Liang paused and turned to look at him, "Fu Zheng, what on earth are you going to do?"

Fu Zheng stared at her with burning eyes, "Are you..."

Are you with Huo Dongcheng?

Halfway through his words, he suddenly paused again, and the second half of the words was lost in his throat, with a look of pain and struggle on his face.

She said she wanted to be alone, but he was afraid that she would not be able to think about it, so he wanted to go find her.

Unexpectedly, I received a call from Fu Qingyue halfway.

Fu Qingyue's voice was weak and she said that she had been in a car accident and her relatives needed to sign for the operation.

Fu Zheng did not doubt that he was there, so he changed his route to the hospital, but was tripped up by Fu Qingyue for a long time.

After coming out of the hospital, Fu Zheng called Wen Liang, but no one answered. When he called again, his phone was turned off.

Later, he found her car at the door of the bar, went in and asked the clerk and found out that she was drunk and left with another man.

He searched for her all over the world like crazy.

But at this moment, I received a set of photos.

In the first two photos, Wen Liang was carried into a car by Huo Dongcheng and entered a hotel.

The third photo shows Huo Dongcheng's secretary entering the hotel carrying women's clothes.

The fourth photo shows Wen Liang and Huo Dongcheng appearing together at a private restaurant in the evening.

At that time, Huo Dongcheng's clothes were completely different from when he went in. Wen Liang also changed his clothes, took off his makeup, and let his hair loose...

The two spent several hours together in a hotel room.

What this means is self-evident.

When he saw these photos, Fu Zheng's heart felt like he had been stabbed hard by a sharp sword, dripping with blood.

Heartbroken and going crazy.

At this time, Wen Liang's call was able to be dialed, but she didn't answer it and only replied with a four-word message.

So stingy.

But she also showed a vague attitude - she took the initiative to follow Huo Dongcheng, she was not drunk to death and didn't know anything...

Looking at the four words on the screen, Fu Zheng's eyes went dark.

How much he wanted to rush to the private restaurant and snatch Wen Liang back, but he was afraid, afraid of seeing the scene of them acting intimately and affectionately... afraid that Wen Liang would have a showdown with him and be with Huo Dongcheng...

He can only wait here, like a clown...

Even that sentence, he didn't dare to ask, for fear that Wen Liang would give a definite answer...

He knew that Wen Liang didn't like him, even hated him.

Now that she knows that he was involved in her father's death, I'm afraid she won't forgive him even more.

Fu Zheng was already at a loss...

When she was with Meng Ce before, he was sad but not worried because he could crush Meng Ce to death with one hand.

But Huo Dongcheng is different...

His identity is not easy to deal with, and he and Wen Liang have known each other before, and he may be the father of Wen Liang's child...

A huge sense of crisis enveloped Fu Zheng. He was so confused that he almost felt heartbroken. He completely lost his confidence and calmness.

"Am I nothing?" Wen Liang asked back.

Fu Zheng didn't answer, but hugged Wen Liang tightly in his arms.

Wen Liang was about to be strangled and couldn't breathe, so she hit his shoulder, "Fu Zheng! Do you want to strangle me to death?"

Fu Zheng relaxed a little, buried his head in Wen Liang's neck, and said hoarsely, "A Liang... I love you, I love you very much."

"Fu Zheng, what happened to you today?" Wen Liang asked.

"Can you... don't give up on me?" His voice was trembling.

"Give up on you? When did I give up on you..."

When Wen Liang learned the truth today, he couldn't help but blame Fu Zheng.

But she also knew that Fu Zheng played a very important role in Fu Yue's ability to surrender.

Fu Yue is the eldest brother she respects, and the elder brother she grew up with.

He would only feel more uncomfortable.

Therefore, despite all the complaints, she would not change her attitude towards Fu Zheng in the future.

"Then...can you please stop interacting with Huo Dongcheng?" Fu Zheng said with a hint of hope in his tone.

If she could agree, he would treat what happened today as if it never happened.

Wen Liang was surprised when he heard this, "It's impossible, Fu Zheng, don't make trouble unreasonably."

Although Fu Yue surrendered, Huo Dongcheng helped him catch Zhang Guoan and was her photography teacher. How could they no longer have contact with her?

A trace of sadness flashed across Fu Zheng's eyes.

Sure enough, she didn't agree...

She said he was being unreasonable.

"Is there anything else? If not, I'll go up first."

Wen Liang broke away from his arms, pressed the up button, and entered the elevator.

Fu Yue stood there, closed his eyes, and remained motionless.

Wen Liang came out of the elevator and entered the password to open the door.

The living room was dark.

She put on her slippers and sat down on the sofa. She found that Tang Shishi sent a WeChat message when she turned off her phone, saying that she was going on a business trip for a few days and that the high-speed train was leaving this afternoon.

Wen Liang replied to Tang Shishi that it was a good journey.

In the middle of the night, Wen Liang was awakened by a violent knock on the door.

In the dark, she was very sleepy and unconscious.

"Bang bang bang..."

Another string of voices came.

Wen Liang woke up this time. She blinked and confirmed that someone was knocking on her door.

In the middle of the night, who could it be?

Wen Liang didn't want to pay attention to it, but the sound was like Cao Cao's [-] soldiers crossing a single-plank bridge. It was endless.

She angrily turned on the bedside lamp, lifted the quilt and got up from the bed, left the room, walked to the door, and turned on the living room light.

"Who is it?" she shouted towards the door.

She was answered by several knocks on the door.

"Still letting people sleep?!"

Wen Liang gritted his teeth and opened the electronic lock monitoring with night vision function.

The angle on the screen was a bit strange, but Wen Liang could still tell from it that the person knocking on the door was... Fu Zheng.

She was so angry that she opened the door and said, "Fu Zheng, you are sick...hey, what are you doing..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Zheng, who was leaning against the door, fell over. Wen Liang spent a lot of strength to support him.

A strong smell of alcohol hits the face.

Were you drinking in the middle of the night?

He actually dares to drink, his stomach doesn't want it anymore? !

"Fu Zheng?"

No one responded.

Wen Liang supported him hard, "Is it still okay?"

Fu Zheng closed his eyes, breathing heavily, and still didn't answer, as if he was drunk to death.

I don’t know how much I drank, and I can’t even stand still.

But he was so drunk that he could still find her home?

Wen Liang was so angry that he vomited blood and really wanted to throw him out the door.

But it's still cold now, especially at night...

Wen Liang slammed the door with one hand and helped Fu Zheng to the sofa with difficulty.

Suddenly, Fu Zheng tripped over the coffee table next to him and threw himself straight towards the sofa.

Wen Liang was caught off guard, and the world was spinning. When he reacted, he was already pinned down by Fu Zheng.

She raised her eyes and saw that Fu Zheng had opened his eyes at some point. She hurriedly pushed him and said, "Fu Zheng, get up."

Fu Zheng's eyes were extremely dark, staring at her unblinkingly.

Wen Liang was a little scared and swallowed, "... Fu Zheng, it's already early in the morning..."

Fu Zheng suddenly lowered his head, his handsome face came down, blocked her mouth, and bit her lips roughly.

"Well……"

The smell of alcohol filled his nose, his brain was dizzy due to the cold temperature, and he couldn't breathe.

She pushed him hard, but Fu Zheng was as motionless as sitting on a hill.

He grabbed her two slender wrists, raised them above her head, and pulled off her pajamas with his other hand.