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He gently wiped Song Weiyu's eyelashes that were wet with tears.

Song Weiyu pinched his wrists with both hands, picking at the calluses on his palms and rubbing the scars on his forearms.

He lowered his eyes and sobbed: "You are not allowed to marry anyone else, and I will not allow you to have other women around you. You can only be mine."

Chen Fang smiled half-heartedly, clasped the back of her neck with his big palm, and brought her to his eyes, "Then tell me, who else can I marry in this life?"

Song Weiyu was forced to look directly at him. The two breathed together, and the hand behind the neck became stronger and stronger.

She was in pain but sober. She looked at the impeccable face of the man in front of her and chose the correct answer.

Imitating the way Chen Fang poked her heart just now, he poked her back hard with the tip of his finger and said word by word: "You only have me, so you can only marry me."

To Chen Fang, the intensity was like a kitten tickling, but he frowned, and she actually forgot that he still had serious trauma on his chest.

Before, she had to check on him every day and remind him all the time if he had any minor injuries.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, with a bit of bitterness, but he still wanted to dig out some icing sugar, and there was something in his words: "Song Weiyu, don't wait until you lose it before you know how to cherish it."

After losing Fu Haitang, you know you love him.

Do you have to lose me again?

Do you have to hurt the two men who love you completely?

Chen relaxed the back of her neck, picked her up, placed her in front of the dining table, picked up the chopsticks, and gave her her favorite dishes.

"You are so thin, people think I can't support you."

Song Weiyu had just recovered from his words. It had been five days, and Fu Haitang had not responded to messages, not even a phone call.

So, she really lost him.

He really, completely withdrew from her world.

It was a good thing, so she smiled.

The intense suppressed pain could not escape from her heart, and was blocked by her mask of stiff smile. She kept her face calm, but couldn't help but want to vomit when she looked at the food in front of her.

I pinched my hands hard to keep from gagging, "I really don't want to eat, I have no appetite."

Chen Fang didn't notice her pale face and brought the sweet and sour pork ribs to her mouth: "Be obedient, you haven't eaten properly in five days and only eat two mouthfuls of vegetables every day. People think I raise sheep."

She thought that Chen Fang was too busy day and night to care about her, but it turned out that he knew everything.

My heart softened and I opened my mouth, chewing hard.

Chen Fang shaved the fish meat for her and looked up to see that she was not willing to eat. "Eat all this and I will take you to the Shao family's golden celebration."

Song Weiyu was stunned and swallowed the meat in his mouth.

She hadn't gone out for five days. This news was like a stomach and digestive tablet. She swallowed the fish that Chen Fang put in her mouth: "What time? Why didn't I receive Li Nian's invitation? She didn't even send me a WeChat message." …”

Chen Fang's eyes darkened and he covered it up with a chuckle, "I'll tell you after you eat all the fish and meat."

Seeing Song Weiyu eating happily, Chen Fang clenched his fists under the table. Li Nian didn't contact her because he was afraid of accidentally revealing Fu Haitang's current state.

In the past five days, Shao Guoren and Li He had been guarding Fu's house day and night, not daring to leave anyone even half a step.

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Fu Haitang was tied to a chair.

The once meticulous hair was already messy in front of her eyebrows, but it could not cover the red eyes under her eyebrows.

He lowered his head, as if he had no energy at all.

There was only a gray shirt with half of the buttons unbuttoned, and there was a slight rise and fall in the chest.

The shirt on his body was already dirty, and the black trousers were covered with dust, as if they had been rolled on the ground.

"Has the video been sent to Han Guanshan?"

When Li He said this, his eyes were red and swollen. He turned his head and couldn't bear to see Fu Haitang in such a miserable state, even dying.

The psychiatrist also tightened his expression and nodded, "Han Guanshan believes it, completely believes it. As soon as the news of Fu Dong's divorce is announced, he will return to China immediately."

After hearing this, Li He smiled bitterly and cursed: "How can a beast like him not believe it! This is all true, the videos are all real!"

It's not an act. Those emotional breakdowns, those behaviors of dementia, and those manifestations of self-mutilation are all Fu Haitang's most real physical reactions.

"You all go out, I will accompany him myself. He doesn't want you to see him like this."

"Also, no one is allowed to tell Song Weiyu."

Only Li He and Fu Haitang were left in the room.

Li He wanted to untie the tight rope around his body, but for the past five days, he would smash things like crazy almost every night, and stab himself with everything at hand like self-mutilation.

His upper body was covered in bruises and scratches.

The texture that was originally protected by the skin was exposed to the air, became infected and stretched open, bleeding and cracking repeatedly.

Li He wiped him with anti-inflammatory powder, and Fu Haitang groaned in pain and slowly opened his eyes.

His voice was so hoarse that he almost lost his voice.

"I'm alive?"