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

Wen Liang pointed to the bathroom in the room, "I'm done, you go and wash up."

Fu Zheng picked up his pajamas and walked into the bathroom.

The scent of shower gel wafts around in the separate wet and dry bathroom.

That's the smell of Wen Liang.

They followed the tip of Fu Zheng's nose and climbed up along the various nerves to the brain.

The heat in Fu Zheng's body became more and more unbearable. When he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with images of him and Wen Liang being entangled in the past.

Wen Liang sat on the bed and briefly checked her phone. Just as she was about to go to sleep, she suddenly realized that Fu Zheng had been in the bathroom for a while, but he never heard the sound of water.

Wen Liang was suspicious. She lifted the quilt and got out of bed and walked to the bathroom door. She vaguely heard heavy breathing coming from inside.

A few seconds later, Wen Liang suddenly realized what Fu Zheng was doing inside, his face turned red, and he hurried back to the bed.

After a while.

The sound of gurgling water started to sound in the bathroom. After a while, it stopped and Fu Zheng came out of the bathroom.

Wen Liang felt the mattress next to her collapse.

Soon Wen Liang fell into sleep.

At night, while she was half asleep, she seemed to hear heavy breathing in her ears.

When Wen Liang woke up, she realized that the gasping sound did not come from her dream, but from the person next to her, Fu Zheng.

Wen Liang took advantage of the moonlight and glanced at him, "Zheng, are you asleep?"

"No." Fu Zheng's voice was hoarse.

"Why are you so red?"

With that said, Wen Liang stretched out a hand and tried it on Fu Zheng's forehead.

Hot and burning.

"Azheng, you have a fever?!" Wen Liang immediately sat up from the bed.

Her hands were as cold as rain after a long drought.

Fu Zheng couldn't help but grab her hand, put it against his face, opened his eyes, and looked at her sternly in the darkness, with a dark light shining in his eyes.

"It's not a fever. There's something wrong with the soup I drank at night."

That should be a tonic soup.

And it is a very tonic soup.

Wen Liang was not an innocent little girl. She realized something and asked, "Then... what should we do now?"

Fu Zheng stood up, pressed Wen Liang under him, and looked at each other.

He restrained himself, his brows furrowed into a knot, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

The hot breath he exhaled was extremely hot.

Wen Liang struggled for a while, put her arms around his neck, brushed her fingers through the clean stubble on the back of his neck, and whispered, "Be gentle."

Fu Zheng showed a forbearing look on his face, took a deep breath, and buried his head in the warm neck.

Suddenly, he rolled out of bed neatly and strode to the bathroom.

"Azheng?"

"You sleep first, I'll take a shower."

Fu Zheng walked into the bathroom, and soon the sound of running water came from inside.

Wen Liang lay on the bed blankly, feeling extremely embarrassed.

She was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable and wanted to be his antidote, but others might not appreciate it.

He would rather feel uncomfortable and take a cold shower than keep his loyalty to Chu Siyi.

She was just wishful thinking.

Wen Liang covered herself with quilt, turned over, half curled up, and closed her eyes.

The sound of running water in the bathroom was like cold raindrops falling on her heart.

But even so, she was still worried about him. She might catch a cold if she took a cold shower at night.

Wen Liang immediately shook this thought out of his mind.

Just like he could eat spicy food regardless of his body for Chu Siyi, he was willing to do so.

He didn't care about his own body, so why should she meddle?

After a while, the sound of splashing water stopped.

The bathroom door creaked open.

The footsteps approached slowly.

There was a rustling sound behind her, and Wen Liang felt the bed beside her sink.

A wave of cold air hit us, Wen Liang tightened the quilt, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes." Fu Zheng responded in a low voice, "Go to sleep."

Wen Liang said no more.

The room fell silent except for the sound of the two breathing.

Wen Liang didn't know if Fu Zheng was asleep or not. She lay motionless on the bed. The sleepiness she felt just now had already been driven away, and her head was clear.

After lying there for too long, her body became a little stiff, so she turned over.

I don't know how much time passed, but Fu Zheng coughed a few times, "Wen Liang?"

Wen Liang remained silent.

Fu Zheng took a deep breath, gently lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom.

The sound of splashing water started again.

After a while, Fu Zheng came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, and the figure on the bed changed his position.

"Did I wake you?" He sat down by the bed and asked in a low voice.

"No." Wen Liang shook his head.

"Can't sleep?"

"Ah."

"Shall I tell you a story in German?"

"Well, thank you."

Fu Zheng can speak four languages: Chinese, English, Japanese and German.

In the past, when she couldn't sleep, he would tell her stories in German.

She didn't understand German, but listening to his soothing tone made her feel extra at ease.

Fu Zheng's slow voice sounded in the room, full of magnetism.

Wen Liang discarded the impurities in his mind and listened carefully.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of even breathing came from beside him. Fu Zheng's voice slowly stopped and he shouted in a low voice, "Wen Liang?"

No one responded.

She fell asleep.

Fu Zheng helped her tuck in the quilt, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Dimly, the phone rang. Wen Liang touched the phone, closed his eyes, but accurately pressed the connect button: "Who is it?"

There was a "beep" sound, and the person on the other end of the phone hung up the phone without speaking.

Wen Liang narrowed his eyes, glanced at the screen, and widened his eyes.

Suddenly she realized that she was holding Fu Zheng's cell phone.

Wen Liang was completely awake now. She looked at the call record just now. The note said "Siyi".

It's over.

She answered Chu Siyi's call to Fu Zheng.

Wen Liang quickly woke up Fu Zheng, "Sorry, I answered your call just now. It was Chu Siyi who called you. Why don't you call her back?"

Fu Zheng glanced at the call history on the phone screen, took the phone, got out of bed, dialed Chu Siyi's number, and walked to the bathroom.

As soon as I dialed the number, I was hung up on the other end of the phone.

This happened several times in a row. Chu Siyi was obviously angry.

Fu Zheng hurriedly put on his clothes and opened the door, "I'm leaving first and let the driver pick you up."

Wen Liang sat on the bed and looked at him, with a wry smile on his lips as he hurried back.

He was really nervous about Chu Siyi.

"Ahem, cough, cough," the old lady's voice came from the door. She knocked on the door, "Ah Liang, are you up? I just saw Ah Zheng leaving. This kid is in a hurry to go to work, so there is no need to skip breakfast. ah."

"Grandma, I'm up. Come out right now."

Wen Liang twitched the corners of his mouth and struggled to stand up and get dressed.

At this moment, Fu Zheng had been standing at the door of Chu Siyi's house for two hours.

Wang Yan finally opened the door, let Fu Zheng in, and whispered to him, "Siyi's situation is very unstable right now. Don't irritate her. Try to be as compliant with her as possible."

"Yes." Fu Zheng walked to the bedroom door and knocked on the door, "Siyi, are you there?"

"I'm not here." Chu Siyi yelled from inside the room.

Fu Zheng pushed the door open and went in, only to see Chu Siyi sitting on the bay window and said nervously, "Siyi, please don't let your mind wander."

Chu Siyi's eyes were filled with tears and she smiled miserably, "Zheng, I have lived so long and have nothing else to ask for. I just hope to be with you for the rest of my life. But now I can't even realize this simple wish. I What’s the point of living?”