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

Fu Zheng held the bottle and asked thoughtfully, "Do you think she can finish all this, since she is so young?"

Wen Liang's face darkened. "If you can't finish it, the nurses will keep it for you. You don't have to worry."

Fu Zheng smiled and said, "Generally speaking, in order to get the baby used to formula in the next month, the nurse may alternate between formula and breast milk this month. Isn't that a big waste?"

Wen Liang raised an eyebrow, "You don't know this, breast milk can be kept for three to four months in deep refrigeration."

Wen Liang could tell at a glance what he was planning.

"Is that so..." Fu Zheng shook his head helplessly, "What a pity."

"Fu, Zheng!"

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away."

A few minutes later, Fu Zheng came back and Wen Liang was lying on the hospital bed playing with his cell phone.

Seeing this, Fu Zheng took out his laptop and sat on the sofa to work.

Suddenly, the cell phone next to the computer rang.

He turned on the screen and glanced at Wen Liang lying on the bed.

She held the phone in both hands, her eyes fixed on the screen, and was so engrossed in playing the game that it seemed as if it was not her who sent him the WeChat message.

They are so close, if she wants him to do something, she can just say it directly, why send WeChat?

This silent attitude didn't seem like he was sharing anything interesting with him.

With doubts in his heart, Fu Zheng picked up his mobile phone and opened WeChat.

In the dialog box with Wen Liang, white bubbles wrapped around three words: "Is it delicious?"

Three words without a beginning or an end.

But Fu Zheng knew what she was asking.

He replied: "Yeah, I still want to drink."

After pressing the send button, Fu Zheng looked at Wen Liang.

She was still staring at the screen of her mobile phone as if nothing had happened, but he noticed that the tips of her ears were getting redder.

Wenliang's fingers moved quickly.

Fu Zheng stared at the screen and soon saw the other party's white bubble pop up: "I saw on the Internet that it will have a fishy smell."

He replied: "A little bit, but it tastes good."

Fu Zheng thought about it.

Mmm...it tastes really good.

After sending it, Fu Zheng looked up and stared at Wen Liang.

Then he noticed that Wen Liang's ears had become even redder, spreading to both sides of his cheeks.

She suspected that the "taste" he was talking about was something other than breast milk, but she had no evidence.

Wenliang returns directly to the main interface.

Don't want to reply.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that Wen Liang could clearly hear his own heartbeat.

The ambiguity spread quietly and silently throughout the ward.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Aunt Liu's voice came, "Xiao Wen?"

Wen Liang came back to his senses, "Come in."

When Aunt Liu pushed the door open, she saw Wen Liang sitting on the bed playing with her cell phone and Fu Zheng sitting on the sofa working. Everything seemed so normal.

She didn't notice anything and just asked Wen Liang as usual, "Xiao Wen, have you had dinner? Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Wen Liang smiled, "Not for now, Aunt Zhang is cooking ribs in the pot, I need you to look after it."

"Okay." Aunt Liu looked at the pot, then looked at the food list on the refrigerator. "By the way, Xiao Wen, do you have milk now?"

"I already have one." Wen Liang smiled.

"It's OK. I was thinking of giving you a massage. Is the amount large? If it's small, you'll have to stick to the lactation-inducing diet for a while."

“I don’t know whether it’s more or less.”

"When was the last time you squeezed?"

"Just now...fifteen minutes ago?"

"If there are more, it will go up in the middle of the night. Let's see."

"Ah."

There was nothing for Aunt Liu to do at the moment, so she just watched the pot carefully and prepared the ingredients she would need for tomorrow morning.

The room fell silent again.

It was strangely quiet.

Aunt Liu looked at Wen Liang, then at Fu Zheng.

One plays with his cell phone, the other uses a computer; they don't disturb each other or talk to each other.

Fu Zheng hasn't said a word since she came in.

Did they... have a fight?

Aunt Liu didn't dare to say anything more.

She was only invited by Fu Zheng to take care of Wen Liang during her confinement. The contract would end after Wen Liang finished her confinement. She should not interfere.

If she went around behind Fu Zheng, she would find that the page on Fu Zheng's computer screen was stopped at the chat box with Wen Liang.

He asked, "Why don't you talk?"

Wen Liang, who didn't want to reply, accidentally clicked it and bit his lower lip, "There's nothing to say."

“Will I still have a chance to taste the delicious food?”

"... Wait for me to suck it out, and you can taste it as you like."

“Then it would lose its flavor.”

"Cough cough..."

Wen Liang was the first to break the silence in the room.

She cleared her throat and looked at Fu Zheng calmly, "Fu Zheng, it's getting late, you should go back."

"Hmm?" Fu Zheng looked up at her with raised eyebrows.

"My wound has healed a lot now. Aunt Liu can just keep watch all night. It's not convenient here. You haven't been to the company for several days. I can't delay you any longer."

Want to get him away?

"Aliang, tomorrow is Saturday. I want to spend a few more days with you. It's okay to work here."

"Don't you usually have to work on Saturdays? The baby is still waiting for you to earn money for her milk powder. Also, I don't know how the decoration of the baby's room is progressing. You can go and take a look while you are there."

Aunt Liu also said, "Mr. Fu, you can go back without any worries. I will take care of this."

She always felt uncomfortable when Fu Zheng stayed here.

"Okay then." Fu Zheng had no choice but to compromise, "Aliang, I'll come see you after get off work."

"Ah."

Fu Zheng simply packed up his things, stood up with his computer bag, his eyes lingering and reluctant to leave.

"Aliang, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Go away.

Watching Fu Zheng walk out of the ward, Wen Liang's brows relaxed a little.

When Fu Zheng arrived at the hospital garage and got into the car, his cell phone rang.

The screen showed that it was a cross-border call from Philadelphia.

Any news about that child?

Fu Zheng paused and answered the phone.

On the other side of the phone, Secretary Yu said seriously, "Mr. Fu, there is news about the child you asked me to find."

Fu Zheng frowned slightly, "What do you mean?"

What that man said was actually true?

Don’t think that he agreed to Wen Liang so readily, that was more of a consolation. Sending people abroad to look for her was just a superficial act, and he didn’t hold any expectations.

He always believed that the man on the phone had ulterior motives and probably wanted to provoke Wen Liang.

He always felt that what the man said on the phone was lying.

did not expect……

"We spent the whole morning asking the locals in Wiltshire. There is indeed a child who, as you said, is disliked by his parents and often picks up trash on the street. Moreover, his face is obviously not white, but more Asian."

After a pause, Secretary Yu did not expect Fu Zheng to respond, and continued, "I don't know if that child is the one you are looking for. I took a picture of him, please take a look."

"it is good."

Fu Zheng pursed his lips.

Secretary Yu silently sympathized with Fu Zheng for a second and quickly sent the photo over.

Fu Zheng clicked on the photo and became even more silent.

He has seen photos of Wen Liang when he was a child.

The boy on the screen was dark and thin, so thin that you could see his bones, but he still looked somewhat like Wen Liang when he was young.