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

Fu Zheng said in a deep voice, "Just do as I say."

Lu Changkong was silent for a moment and then responded.

Fu Zheng put the phone back into his pocket, held Wen Liang's hand and walked forward slowly.

The atmosphere is quiet.

After a long time, Wen Liang said, "Changkong apologizes to me. If you call Han Feng and the others, won't you make Changkong lose face in front of them?"

"how?"

"I don't think we need to call them Han Feng or the others."

This was something Wen Liang had dreamed of before, but now that she was getting her wish, she was not as happy as she had imagined.

It seems like this is an optional thing.

If he had admitted her identity in front of his friends when they were just married, he would have been very happy.

But now that it is announced that he and Chu Siyi have happened first, his friends will not recognize her. Instead, they will think that she took Fu Zheng away from Chu Siyi.

Even if they showed respect to her for Fu Zheng's sake, they would not express their blessings from the bottom of their hearts.

Just like the road is empty now.

Fu Zheng stopped and looked at Wen Liang.

"Why don't you think it's necessary?"

Wen Liang moved her lips, "Do you remember what you asked me to call Chu Siyi Second Sister-in-law before?"

At that time, he took Chu Siyi to meet his friends, and she came over to say hello. How long had it passed?

In the blink of an eye, the female companion beside him became her.

She really couldn't figure out this man's heart.

Fu Zheng held the warm wrist and gently rubbed it with his thumb, "Don't worry, I'm here."

With him around, even if his friends don't like her, they have to hold it in.

Just like Lu Changkong, he was reluctant but still wanted to apologize to her.

Wen Liang said nothing more.

The two walked along the community for a while and returned to the villa.

Fu Zheng came out of the bathroom and saw a water glass and two medicine bottles in front of Wen Liang.

He frowned slightly and walked behind Wen Liang, "Your stomach is not feeling well? Go to the hospital?"

Hearing the voice, Wen Liang's heart jumped in fright, and she calmed down, "No need."

Fu Zhengjiao refused, "It's not good after such a long time, and a minor illness will turn into a serious illness. I will accompany you to the hospital tomorrow."

"..."

"It's really not necessary. When I was diagnosed, the doctor said that this is a chronic disease and I need to take care of it for a while." Wen Liang looked at Fu Zheng's face and said proactively, "Don't worry, I won't be taboo about practicing medicine. It's me." There is really no big problem now. If I really feel uncomfortable, I will take the initiative to see a doctor."

Hearing what Wen Liang said, Fu Zheng had no choice but to nod, "Don't show off."

"Ah."

In the evening, Fu Zheng came out of the study after finishing his work and opened the door of the master bedroom.

Wen Liang was already lying on the bed and asleep.

He walked quietly to the bedside and looked at Wen Liang's sleeping face, quiet and beautiful.

But she was still curled up, bowed into a shrimp.

He walked into the bathroom, came out in a bathrobe a moment later, lifted the quilt and got into bed, leaned against Wenliang, and stretched out his hands to take her into his arms.

There was a heat source approaching from behind, and Wen Liang pressed against it unconsciously.

The sun was shining in the room. Wen Liang rubbed his groggy eyes and glanced at his phone. It was still five minutes before seven o'clock.

There was no trace of the people around him, only the warm blanket was left.

Fu Zheng should have gotten up and gone for a run.

Wen Liang got up, dressed, washed and went downstairs to eat. Fu Zheng was already waiting for her downstairs.

After breakfast, the two went to the company together, just like they had done countless days in their marriage.

In the back seat of the car, Fu Zheng took Wen Liang's hand and put it on his lap to play with.

Her skin is very white, with blue blood vessels on the back of her hands, her fingers are slender and green, and her nails are faintly pink.

"I won't be at the company in the afternoon. I'll go directly to the club in the evening and ask the driver to pick you up after get off work."

"Any plans?" Wen Liang asked.

"I made an appointment with Wu Zhen and the others to play golf," Fu Zheng said.

Playing golf is not just about playing golf, but talking about business while playing golf. It is always easier to talk than sitting in a formal conference room.

"it is good."

"How about coming with me?"

"I still have a job. How about you let me resign?" Wen Liang shook Fu Zheng's hand.

Fu Zheng smiled: "No."

Wen Liang didn't expect him to agree.

But at this time, she couldn't help but think of the child in her belly. Counting the time, she found that it was almost thirteen weeks old.

It's time for her to take a pregnancy test.

Now, she doesn't know how to talk to Fu Zheng, and their current situation is not stable.

……

When they arrived at the company, they entered the elevator one after another, parted ways at the corner, and went back to their offices.

Before leaving, Fu Zheng squeezed Wen Liang's palm with a hook in his eyes.

"Let's go." Wen Liang pushed him.

Fu Zheng walked towards the office.

Wen Liang looked away, turned around, and saw Wu Ling standing not far away, looking straight at her, her face tense, and her eyes a little gloomy.

Wen Liang smiled faintly at her, "Good morning, Director Wu."

Wu Ling said nothing.

Wen Liang didn't expect Wu Ling to answer and went straight to his office.

Wu Ling stood there, looking at Wen Liang's back, and couldn't help but clench her hands hanging down.

Close your eyes and replay the scene just now in your mind.

Even though Fu Zheng and Wen Liang were not overly close in behavior, Fu Zheng's eyes showed everything.

Wu Ling swallowed, her throat tightened, and her heart felt sour.

She thought again of the time when she first met Fu Zheng.

He was wearing a black shirt with two buttons undone, suit trousers and handmade leather shoes. The belt was low-key and delicate, and his figure was as tall as a pine tree.

He held documents between his beautiful and slender fingers and gave an inaugural speech on the stage, his tone was unhurried and calm.

When his gaze swept over, it was calm and calm, but there was a majesty that no one could ignore.

On this side, Wu Ling was impressed by his temperament.

Just because she is two years older than Fu Zheng, she is automatically classified as the older sister. Even if the employees joke, they will not make jokes about her and Fu Zheng, as if they feel that they are not a natural match.

Age is an insurmountable gap.

Wu Ling also knew that a mature and strong man like Fu Zheng would only like women younger than him, and she was directly excluded.

Afraid of being laughed at, she could only suppress her feelings and declare that she had a boyfriend.

She has been secretly paying attention to Fu Zheng.

It was also because of this that she realized early on that the relationship between Fu Zheng and Wen Liang did not seem to be a simple brother-sister relationship.

They often come to work together. At noon, when the work station is empty, Wen Liang will go to Fu Zheng's office for lunch.

If Fu Zheng is at the company in the afternoon and has no social activities or other schedules in the evening, they will get off work together.

Before she could confirm it, Chu Siyi returned to China.

The news was overwhelming.

At this time, Wu Ling confirmed that the person Fu Zheng loved was indeed Chu Siyi.

But the relationship between him and Wen Liang is still confusing.

But now Wu Ling is sure.

There is definitely a sexual relationship between them, and that little gesture of squeezing the palms of their hands is ambiguous and intimate.

Although Fu Zheng seems to have a clean private life on the surface, he will be thirty years old after the Chinese New Year. When he is young, there will always be women around him to take care of his physical needs.

But what Wu Ling didn't expect was that Chu Siyi had returned to China. Fu Zheng often took Chu Siyi out and in, but in private he still maintained an improper relationship with Wen Liang.

But it’s normal to think about it again. How can a rich man be loyal to a woman?

I guess Fu Zheng, like other bosses, has a weak sense of morality when it comes to sexual relations.

Then.

An idea came to Wu Ling's mind.

She bit her lower lip.

Wen Liang can do it, why can't she?