As I was thinking about it, I couldn't help but think of another thing in my mind.

Xiao Ye said that his godmother and Zhao Mingrui had a very bad relationship when they separated, and now they have no contact at all, and they should not have any contact with each other until they die.

Mrs. Zhang Si had said before that life was terrible at that time and it was a past she didn't want to recall.

What did she go through? What did the man she once loved do to break her heart? If Zhao Mingrui returns to China now, what will it feel like when they meet?

Will it be the same feeling as when I met Zhou Hanzhi again?

Zhou Hanzhi...

Bah, bah, bah, bah, it’s dirty stuff, throw it away and don’t even think about it!

I turned over and quickly put Zhou Hanzhi behind my head.

But then I thought of what Zhou Hanzhi said at that time. He said that I treated Yan Dong as a friend, but Yan Dong was always calculating the pros and cons. Otherwise, as a friend, why didn't he even come to the hospital to see me?

Something in my heart moved, but was quickly calmed down.

I know Yan Dong. He is not that kind of person. He doesn't come to see me either to avoid suspicion or because he is too busy with work. Besides, I don't really want him to come to see me. I don't want Feng Wenting to think too much.

After two days in the hospital, I couldn't lie still any longer. I wasn't satisfied with just handling my work online, so I started to talk to Xiaoye again: "Xiaoye, you don't have to let me leave the hospital. You can talk to the doctor and take me to the company. I'm stuck here all day. I'm afraid that when I get better physically, I'll get sick mentally again."

"No, you can't leave the hospital, otherwise it will be troublesome if something goes wrong." Ono has always been very soft-hearted towards me and always agrees to my requests, but today he was completely unyielding and refused to agree no matter what.

But he quickly changed the subject: "But I can push you downstairs to walk around in the sun, which will also be a good way to get some fresh air."

"What kind of ventilation is this? I just miss my colleagues." I complained, but still sat in the wheelchair and was pushed downstairs by Ono who was fully armed.

The spring breeze has magical power. In just a few days, the trees are covered with fresh green. The gorgeous peach blossoms display their charm in the wind. I am immersed in the faint fragrance of flowers, and my originally irritable mood quickly eases a lot.

But I still remembered the original plan, so I turned around and asked Xiao Ye again: "You have already pushed me downstairs, so can you take a few more steps and push me to the company?"

"No!" Ono was really stubborn and it gave me a headache.

I was feeling unhappy, so I kicked the flower bed, but accidentally pulled the wound on my leg, and I gasped in pain.

Xiao Ye quickly bent down to check my wound: "Ouch, it's bleeding, sister, why are you like this? If I don't agree to you, you will abuse yourself? Come on, let's go back and find the nurse."

"...I don't want to go back to the ward!" I got angry and refused to let him push me back to the ward.

I just got out of that cage, and now I have to go back in again. I don’t want to do that.

"I really can't do anything with you." Xiao Ye stamped his feet anxiously, angry and helpless, "Forget it, I'll call the nurse to rebandage you, you wait here for me now."

After saying that, he turned around and ran into the inpatient building.

I was sitting in a wheelchair and only then did I relax myself. While sniffing, I carefully lifted up my trouser leg to check the wound on my leg.

The wound was exactly as Ono had just described. Blood had seeped through the gauze on the surface, and the bright red spot was particularly conspicuous on the white gauze.

I regret it. If I had known I wouldn't have used so much force.

At this moment, two figures passed by me: "You can't wear high heels anymore, and you can't even get out of bed easily, are you willing to accept this?"

"This is my business. It has nothing to do with you. Stay out of it!"

The sound of the two people talking startled me and I didn't even care about my wounds.

I immediately stood up and looked, almost blurting out the other person's name.

Those two people were Zhang Jiahao and Wu Ling.

Wu Ling pushed Zhang Jiahao's hand away, but Zhang Jiahao chased after her again and held her. The two of them walked slowly forward. Wu Ling was wearing a hospital gown, but when I looked at her, I felt that she was a lot thinner than before. If it weren't for the gentle spring breeze, I would have worried that she would be blown down.

I was bending over to check the wound on my leg, so they didn't recognize me. But now when I saw the two of them together, I almost subconsciously swallowed back the shout that was about to come out of my mouth.

Wu Ling has been acting very strange recently. When I called her she kept saying she was out of town with a client. I didn't expect she was still in Beijing and Hong Kong, and in the hospital. No wonder Xiao Ye said he heard the bells of the Drum Tower while talking to her.

It turns out we are so close, and now we are even closer.

But I want to know, what exactly happened to her, why was she in the hospital, and why was she with Zhang Jiahao?

...Could it be related to the baby in Wu Ling’s belly?

I pushed my wheelchair and followed them silently. Zhang Jiahao did not support Wu Ling to walk very far. They just sat down in a small pavilion not far ahead. I quietly turned to the flower bed behind the two people and listened to their conversation with my ears perked up.

Zhang Jiahao squatted in front of Wu Ling, massaging her legs carefully and patiently. His voice was very gentle: "People say that women become gentler when they are pregnant. After all, they are going to be mothers, so they will be more gentle and patient. Why are you the opposite, becoming more irritable? You push me away at every turn."

When I heard this, my heart moved. I originally thought that Wu Ling had aborted the child, but it turned out that she hadn't.

Zhang Jiahao actually knew that Wu Ling was pregnant. I was really surprised that he was so patient and gentle towards Wu Ling.

"Because you are such a bad mouth and always talk nonsense!" Wu Ling's voice sounded very irritated and dissatisfied, "Zhang Jiahao, come on, the baby in my belly is not yours, why are you claiming it? And you even call yourself my husband, aren't you afraid that others will misunderstand you and it will be difficult for you to get married?"

"What misunderstanding? The baby in your belly is originally my baby. From now on, you will have my surname Zhang. You are the wife I want to marry. Why should I be afraid of misunderstanding?" Zhang Jiahao massaged her legs and feet, but he did not give in at all.

Wu Ling spat at him: "Bah, you are so shameless!"

Zhang Jiahao was not angry at all. He touched his face with a smile and said, "I will have a wife in the future anyway, so it doesn't matter whether I have this face or not."

Hearing this, I got goose bumps on my arms. Why didn’t I realize before that Zhang Jiahao was so shameless?

He chased Wu Ling so closely that he didn't fight back or respond when he was hit or scolded.

It seems that he already knows that the baby in Wu Ling's belly is Zeng Zhi's, but he doesn't seem to mind at all. He even wants Wu Ling to give the child his surname. This man really wants to get back together with Wu Ling.

Wu Ling, will he be moved by him?

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