Are you sure you want to divorce me?

Ding Xiaosu secretly groaned in his heart, although he really wanted to confess, but Han Yufeng had clearly ordered him not to tell Wen Wenyao about this matter before, so he couldn't help but fell into a dilemma.

But unexpectedly, Wen Wenyao suddenly sneered at this moment, "Do you think I'm a fool? How stupid do I have to be to not smell such a strong smell of alcohol?" He looked down at Han Yufeng who had fallen into a semi-comatose state again, He raised his hand to hit him, but in the end he put it lightly on his face and stroked it slowly.

"I'll settle the score with you when you recover. Let's go to the hospital." After speaking, Wen Wenyao got Han Yufeng into the car with the help of Ding Xiaosu.

As soon as he got into the car, Han Yufeng curled up involuntarily, and pressed his hands hard on his abdomen.Wen Wenyao was afraid that he would hurt him, so he quickly grabbed both of his hands, and pressed down with his upper body to restrain him, preventing him from moving around.

But Han Yufeng, who is stronger than him, how can he restrain him?It didn't take long for him to get out of Wen Wenyao's arms, and he was about to fall under the seat.

Wen Wenyao was so frightened that he quickly let go of his hand and hugged his body tightly, and lifted him up as much as possible, "Hurry up!"

"It's too soon, Master Wen!"

Fortunately, there are no vehicles on the street at this time, so the driver can drive the car fast and steadily. If it is an hour earlier and hits the rush hour, the traffic jam will be completely over.

At this moment, Han Yufeng felt that his body was hot and cold, like being roasted on fire for a while, and thrown into ice water for a while, this sour taste made him feel like dying.In a daze, he felt a warm body clinging to him, and he subconsciously leaned towards it.Soon, a pair of hands hugged him even tighter.

"Gong Mo..." He sighed subconsciously, but quickly realized in a daze, it wasn't Gong Mo, Gong Mo had never hugged himself like this, he...

After so many years, he thought that when he heard that name again, there would be no troubles.But it turns out that he still overestimated himself.Because "Gong Mo" not only represents the first love that died without a disease but was hard to remember, but also represents the past that he doesn't want to recall.However, just today, memories still flooded over like a flood, which made him want to indulge himself a little, just like he used to drink to drown his sorrows.

Just when he opened his eyes in a trance, closed them again, and was about to let himself sink into sleep, a voice that couldn't be softer, like thunder, blasted his eardrums to hurt.

"Gong Mo...who is it?"

Han Yufeng woke up instantly, "Xiao... Yao... why are you here?"

Wen Wenyao laughed angrily, "I dare you to never know how to get you into the car, who is going to send you to the hospital now?"

"I..." Han Yufeng was restless when he woke up, struggling to sit up by himself, and refused to lie on Wen Wenyao's lap no matter what.

Wen Wenyao had no choice but to let him lift him up and let him lean against the back of the chair, and then he himself sat down and put his arms around his shoulders to prevent him from slipping down suddenly.

"Who is Gong Mo?" He hasn't forgotten the question just now, but Wen Wenyao, who is big-hearted, didn't think about that, but just felt very strange.

"Former... classmate."

"Student?" Wen Wenyao tilted his head, looking suspiciously at Han Yufeng, not believing it, "Just a classmate? Can you call him by his name?"

"..." Han Yufeng was thinking, this is not a big deal, why not just confess, but unexpectedly, when he was about to say something, suddenly a sharp pain hit his stomach, before he could react, He opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood, spraying it directly on the seat in front of him, and he suddenly became fatigued.

"Han Yufeng!!!" Wen Wenyao's voice changed in fright.

Ding Xiaosu, the co-pilot in front, heard something was wrong, turned his head, and was instantly frightened out of his wits.I saw Han Yufeng lying in Wen Wenyao's arms with his eyes closed, obviously completely unconscious. His face was terribly pale, but what was even more shocking was the bright red at the corner of his mouth.

"Boss!!! Hurry up! How long is it before the hospital?"

"Less than 10 minutes!"

"Speed ​​up! Be sure to arrive within 5 minutes!" Just now, he had dialed Director Ning's phone number in advance, and then he would personally lead other medical staff to greet him at the gate of the hospital.

"Han Yufeng! Han Yufeng, what's wrong with you? Wake up!" Wen Wenyao held him in his arms and kept shaking him gently, already at a loss what to do.He had never seen human blood gushing out like this, and it reminded him of the scene where a character in a martial arts TV series was poisoned.

Generally speaking, the final result of this kind of situation is usually to hang up, even if you can't hang up, your life is hanging by a thread in the end, and you are close to death.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and finally he couldn't help shouting, "Han Yufeng! You want me to be a widow! There is no way!"

For his words, he had to come back to life, so Han Yufeng woke up again miraculously.His eyes were weak and half-opened, and he directly met Wen Wenyao's red eyes.

"I won't...let you...be a widow..."

"Han Yufeng, you..." Wen Wenyao was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and after a long while, he muttered, "I'm talking nonsense...you forget it as soon as you sleep, do you hear me?"

Han Yufeng couldn't help but want to smile, but as long as he moved a certain part of his body, the familiar pain would come back again, and it kept brushing its existence.

He couldn't speak for a moment, and his whole body was about to bend into a shrimp again.Seeing this, Wen Wenyao quickly pressed him back on his lap, then grabbed his two hands to keep him still, and put his hands gently on his left abdomen.

"Don't...touch...it hurts..."

Wen Wenyao didn't dare to move anymore. Seeing Han Yufeng like this, he couldn't help feeling distressed.At this time, he remembered a popular saying on the Internet, "Color is justice".

Especially when this person is pale, sweating profusely, and meets all the criteria of a "sick beauty", it is easy to arouse the compassion of others.When Han Yufeng closed his eyes, he seemed to lose all his sharpness, leaving only harmless.Wen Wenyao couldn't help reaching out to touch his eyes, nose, and lips slowly, his thoughts drifting to nowhere, until he braked suddenly and roughly pulled him back to his senses, then he shook his head, and immediately panicked. staring at his hands.