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Upstairs, Chen Fang was injecting fluids with one hand and holding down documents for Song Weiyu with the other.

Song Weiyu studied the details of the terms and asked him a few questions from time to time.

"You haven't had a good rest these past two nights? You look out of sorts during the day..." The man suddenly said this.

Song Weiyu paused. Is it possible that he already knew that he went to the ward downstairs in the middle of the night?

It's not impossible. Chen Fang has always been very alert and alert.

She felt a little guilty for being caught, so she raised her eyes and met Chen Fang's smiling but silent eyes.

Looking at the bloody scabs on his body, the unending love for Fu Haitang in my heart became ashamed, as if that love should not exist.

In other words, it exists at the wrong time.

Their shelf life should only last until the moment the divorce agreement is signed 10 days ago.

"Look at you, your eyes are blue... What are you thinking about if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?" Chen Fang's rough fingers rubbed the skin under her eyes, and the friction made her shrink her shoulders.

The man's meaningful eyes were like holding evidence of her "half-heartedness", and she couldn't piece together a word of self-defense.

Besides, she really couldn't control herself and secretly went to see Fu Haitang in the middle of the night.

It was her fault that she didn't hide it well, so she might as well admit it.

Anyway, Chen Fang would definitely be reluctant to blame her.

This idea is not so much out of the blue as it is about her confidence.

This unreasonable temper even though she knew she was wrong was something that Fu Haitang had cultivated in her during 30 years of careful pampering.

Arrogance based on favor seemed to have been engraved in her bones, but she forgot that the person in front of her was no longer the man who tolerated her without any bottom line.

"Sorry, actually I..."

"Are you not used to living in the hospital? How about taking you back to Zongheng today? Wen Ying happens to be here too, so you two can play together for a few days."

Chen Fang directly blocked her words.

I don't know if he is really afraid that she won't get used to being in the hospital, or if he doesn't want to hear her honesty.

Song Weiyu, on the other hand, was stunned. This attitude made her uneasy and guilty.

"But, what should I do with your injury?"

"Private doctors are not as good as Jingxi Hospital after all. You have just been injured, so you still need to stay in the hospital for a few more days of observation."

This is the truth. Song Weiyu cares about Chen Fang's body more than anyone else.

She felt distressed for a long time when he was even slightly cut by a knife, let alone such a serious injury at the fire.

Didn't the doctor say that his internal organs were damaged and he needed to rest for three months?

Chen Fang stared at her, picked up the cigarette case, opened it, took out a cigarette and tried to put it into his mouth, but stopped when it touched his lips.

He sniffed the dry tobacco and threw it on the table.

"Okay, then I'll stay for a few more days... I'll stay as long as you want."

Song Weiyu's eyes wandered for a few seconds.

Some words were about to move on her lips, but the growing shame stuck to her mouth like glue.

So she stared at the document and thought about it all evening, until the moon appeared in the afterglow.

Then darkness completely enveloped the earth.

She felt confusedly that loving Fu Haitang was wrong.

Because all her worries now come from her belated love for him.

It wasn't like this before.

Before the divorce, her love for Fu Haitang was like a layer of opaque glass.

He was strictly invisible and unspoken, and felt cold when touched, so she never felt that she loved him.

She can hold her neck and shout confidently: Fu Haitang, I don't love you at all, I want to divorce you, I only love Chen Fang!

At that time, when she openly said that she loved another man in front of her legal husband, she did not feel such a heavy sense of shame.

Now, divorce is like a heavy hammer, shattering this glass without mercy.

She was dumbfounded.

She watched dumbly as her love was exposed to the sun, and it was actually engraved with the name of the man she had always wanted to stay away from.

Her first reaction was to hide it, so she hurriedly pieced together the broken glass into the original cover.

Not to mention scratching myself, this cover is not strong either.

Her love seeped through the cracks.

It's so good that he was caught alive by his current boss. She also had to be wary of anyone passing by discovering the sincerity inside this broken cover.

At this moment, between the two men, Song Weiyu decided to reinforce the glass cover.

She vowed that she would never have any thoughts about love for Fu Haitang again.

If she can't hide it anymore, she doesn't need Li He to poison her, she will poison herself!

……

The hour hand reached eleven o'clock at night.

She stared wide-eyed in Chen Fang's arms and couldn't sleep. She was on the 19th floor, and her heart was reinforced by the glass cover.

I still didn’t feel sleepy even though I was counting sheep until almost 2000. I don’t know when it turned into counting Fu Haitang.

She decided to go out and ask the nurse for a melatonin pill to take.

"Just now, the front desk on the first floor called and said that a very alluring woman came up in the middle of the night and asked us to pay attention."

"Which floor did you go to?"

"It's the 18th floor, but these women's first press of the floor is fake. They will take the back stairs to change floors."

The little nurse chatted, looking like she was used to it.

After all, this kind of thing often happens in private wards of international hospitals, so it's not surprising.

Song Weiyu leaned against the wall and sneered, "It's on the 18th floor."

She said that Fu Haitang was dirty.