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

Upon hearing this, Special Assistant Yang felt nervous, but he smiled calmly, "Boss Huo, you are joking. Boss Fu is ill, so I naturally have to help him share some of the burden."

As he was talking, Wen Liang had already walked to the bedside, put his hand on his forehead, and found that he had no fever.

"Brother Dongcheng, thank you for sending me here. It's getting late now, you should go back and rest early."

"Okay, then I'll leave first." Huo Dongcheng nodded slightly, turned and left.

"Mr. Huo, are you leaving now? Why don't you sit down and drink some hot water?" Special Assistant Yang asked.

"No," Huo Dongcheng paused and turned to look at Wen Liang, "By the way, Aliang, I'll pick you up tomorrow and bring Mason with me to see the kindergarten in person."

"Okay." Wen Liang nodded in agreement.

"Then I'll leave first."

Seeing Huo Dongcheng leave, Special Assistant Yang also said, "Miss Wen, it's getting late, I'm leaving first."

"Okay, slow down on the road."

Assistant Yang walked to the door. Wen Liang remembered something and called him again, "By the way, Assistant Yang, what did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said it was a recurrence of my stomach disease and asked me to stay in the hospital for observation overnight. If I still feel better tomorrow, I will have a gastroscopy."

"I understand, please go back."

"Hey."

After Special Assistant Yang left, only Wen Liang and Fu Zheng, who was lying on the bed, were left in the ward, and it became much quieter.

Fu Zheng opened his eyes slightly and saw Wen Liang walk to the sofa and sit down. She took a sip of the hot water poured by Special Assistant Yang. She held the cup in her left hand to warm her hands, picked up the medicine box on the table with her right hand, and checked them one by one.

Suddenly, she turned and looked over.

Fu Zheng quickly closed his eyes and heard footsteps approaching the bed and stopping beside it.

He thought Wen Liang should be looking at him now.

"Hey."

Fu Zheng heard her sigh, and then he was poked twice on the forehead.

"I'll let you drink! I'll let you drink!"

"..."

When Fu Zheng felt helpless, a hint of joy welled up in his heart.

The deeper the love, the more severe the criticism. Aliang likes him, that's why she worries about him so much.

The footsteps faded away, and the sound of running water was heard in the bathroom. After a while, the sound of running water stopped.

Fu Zheng opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the bathroom door, and saw Wen Liang holding a hot towel in his hand.

I think it was for wiping his face.

He closed his eyes and waited.

Suddenly, a cold towel was placed on my face, chilling me to the bone.

At that moment, Fu Zheng's whole body felt like it was electrified. His hair stood on end, his back felt cold, and his mind couldn't be clearer.

All my attention was drawn to my facial nerves, every pore was telling of the cold, and even the churning in my stomach didn't feel so painful anymore.

"Hmph," Wen Liang snorted and wiped his face with a cold towel, "It's cold, right? I told you to drink!... It's a pity that you can't feel it now."

"..."

He knew he was wrong.

I will never drink again.

After wiping his face, Wen Liang took the towel and went to the bathroom.

Fu Zheng opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and breathed a sigh of relief helplessly.

It seems that Aliang is very angry.

He closed his eyes again and listened to the footsteps approaching the bed.

What is she going to do?

The soft fingers, with a hint of coolness, gently stroked his forehead, slowly moved down the side of his face, floated over his jaw like a feather, landed on his neck, and gently stroked his Adam's apple.

For a moment, Fu Zheng's mouth was dry and he resisted the urge to swallow.

A shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and Fu Zheng felt a soft and warm breath with a faint fragrance blowing on his face, spraying on his cheeks, making him feel itchy.

The heat slowly enveloped the earlobe and penetrated the ear hole.

She was blowing into his ears.

Fu Zheng's eyelashes trembled slightly.

The tingling sensation spread through his nerves throughout his body, igniting a fire deep within him that made him feel hot all over and his throat hoarse.

Something has changed in the body.

"My hands are so cold, Fu Zheng, please warm them up for me."

Knowing that he wouldn't reply, her warm hands went straight under the quilt, into her sweater, and she pulled her shirt out from the waistband and pressed it against the warm skin of his waist.

Fu Zheng had already anticipated what she was going to do and was mentally prepared, but the cold temperature of her hands still made him freeze all over.

But she had no idea, and instead moved boldly up his abdomen, tracing every muscle line with her playful fingertips.

Fu Zheng held his breath, clenched the sheets under the quilt with his hands, and tried hard to stop her impulse.

Suddenly, her fingers slowly moved down and reached the edge of the belt.

Fu Zheng stiffened and his body tensed up.

If she went a little further, she would notice the changes in him and find that he was not unconscious.

His fingers were stopped by the belt.

Fu Zheng felt a little relieved, but deep down in his heart he felt an indescribable sense of loss.

But the next second, his heart was lifted up in the air by the movement of her hands - she was unbuckling his belt.

What is she going to do?

A secret expectation arose in Fu Zheng's heart.

"It must be uncomfortable to sleep with a belt on."

She muttered, pulling her belt out.

My fingers accidentally rubbed against a certain place.

Fu Zheng's breath choked, and when he was about to groan, he suppressed it in his throat.

"I want to help you take off your pants, but you're too heavy. Just sleep like this." She said, and then she put her hand on his abdomen and stroked it in the name of warming her hands. "It's really warm."

"..."

As she spoke, her hand slowly moved down along the mermaid line of his abdominal muscles.

Fu Zheng held his breath, with a secret expectation in his heart.

Her hand passed over the waistband and reached the end of the mermaid line, and no longer went forward.

Fu Zheng frowned, held her messy little hand and moved it down, and at the same time opened his eyes and looked into Wen Liang's eyes.

Wen Liang opened her mouth and said, "Ah? Didn't you fall asleep?"

"Didn't you know this a long time ago?" Fu Zheng's voice was hoarse.

Otherwise, why would she use a cold towel on him and keep teasing him?

"What else are you talking about? Why did you pretend to faint?" Wen Liang said with a smile, "You probably don't know how hard you were breathing just now. You almost made a sound."

Fu Zheng narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Aliang, you are getting worse and worse. I was awakened by your cold towel."

Wen Liang exerted force on his hand, "Humph, you've been awake since I came in."

Fu Zheng groaned, took a breath, and looked at her with a dazed look, "Oh? How did you know?"

Wen Liang pointed to the computer on the coffee table.

The same computer was also used by Wen Liang before, and it was the same model equipped by the company.

But if it was Special Assistant Yang's computer, he would definitely take it with him when he left.

The fact that it was left here meant that this was Fu Zheng's computer, and he was sitting there working before she came.

Fu Zheng smiled helplessly, "Well, I'm not unconscious."

"Why did you lie to me?"

Fu Zheng did not answer but asked, "Didn't Huo Dongcheng's car break down? Why did he bring you here?"

"He asked his assistant to pick him up. When Special Assistant Yang called me, his assistant just arrived at the community." Wen Liang raised his eyebrows, "You asked me to come over for this?"