divorce?Think beautifully!

hospital.

Fang Yan slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were blurred, he felt drowsy, he slowed down for a while, and blinked hard twice before he felt a little better.

The first sight is the snow-white ceiling, the layout is familiar, the surroundings are silent, only the slight sound of the instrument.

Li Min adjusted the IV by the side.

He moved with difficulty, turned his head, and looked down at the obstructing oxygen mask, a little irritable.

Li Min looked down and had to pick it off for him.

"Stable emotions! Your heart and lung function is too weak now, or you have to wear it again."

Li Min frowned, reminding this person worriedly.

Fang Yan turned his head wearily, raised his eyes to look over, and nodded slightly to show that he knew.

His self-control and willpower have always been very strong. Seeing his approval, Li Min felt a little relieved and took off his oxygen mask.

When he just took it off, the man was panting heavily, his face turning purple.

"cough……"

His body collapsed a little, and he was obviously suffering from severe pain. He coughed repeatedly and struggled to breathe.

Li Min slowly turned the head of the bed up, knowing that this person would never wear an oxygen mask again, and there was no other way, so he pushed and rubbed the acupoints on his chest, waiting for him to slowly recover.

"This attack is fierce, Yan, your physical condition is too bad, all indicators are not up to the requirements, you must be hospitalized for adjustment!"

The man turned his head slowly, his breathing became smoother, his brows were furrowed, and cold sweat oozes from the corners of his forehead.

He tried his best to stretch out his hand with the infusion, the back of his hand was bruised and purple, full of needle holes, panting quickly and with difficulty, and spoke so low that it was barely audible: "Give... me."

Li Min was taken aback for a moment.

"Ayan, you..."

The man's slender and pale fingers trembled slightly, but he was still very persistent, his face was stern, and he spoke with difficulty, repeating: "Give me..."

Li Min glanced at him worriedly, then turned around and handed over the thin sheets of paper.

Fang Yan didn't have any strength in his arm at all, so he managed to catch it with some difficulty. He moved slowly, and his breathing became much smoother.

"Just raise the head of the bed for me."

He pursed the corners of his cyanotic lips, his nostrils fluttered slightly, and he was still struggling to breathe.

Li Min paused, but still complied.

This man had a violent fit after seeing the divorce agreement in the drawer.

After coming back for such a long time, his state has been maintained in a good state, calm and stable, efficient in doing things, sharp and decisive in his wrists, as if there is a string stretched in his body, supporting all his mental strength.

But when he saw this signed divorce agreement, the string was completely broken.

Li Min couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Why bother?Can I really be happy by forcing that child into a corner?

"What has Chu Heng been doing recently?"

The man didn't move his brows and eyes, flipping through the agreement, his eyes fell on the final signature, his heart hurt sharply, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"What else can I do?" Li Min mixed some warm water for him to moisten his throat, "I heard that Zhuang Zihao's body has some problems, Chu Heng seems to have intervened in the affairs between Zhuang Zihao and Cheng Jing, and reached an agreement with Cheng Jing." Some kind of agreement was made, and he was once given a shortcut to introduce funds to help the Chu family get through the difficulties."

The man took a sip of the warm water, then shook his head, his voice was still hoarse, he was shaking with the signed agreement in his hand, "Yes."

He responded lightly, curled his lips coldly, and slender fingers brushed over the paper, tearing it apart without hesitation.

Seeing this, Li Min was slightly taken aback.

"you……"

After the man was torn in two, he still seemed to be puzzled, so he continued to fold and tore another piece, his hands trembling non-stop.

"No need."

He moved his lips, very weak. When he first woke up, it was already strenuous enough to do such a movement, but he still kept tearing, until the few pieces of paper were torn to shreds, and then he let go of his hands completely.

Shredded pieces of paper fell down one after another, floating all over the ground like snowflakes.

Li Min looked down at the mess on both sides, he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Isn't it? Aren't you increasing other people's workload?"

The man glanced at him blankly.

"Can I get in touch with Chu Heng?"

Li Min curled his lips: "Yes, yes, but... that kid doesn't seem to want to talk to us. If you really want to find him, you have to think of a way to lure him out first."

Fang Yan didn't speak, but frowned tightly, as if thinking about something.

He closed his eyes and was silent for a while, before speaking slowly, in a very light tone: "Tell that child, I agree to the divorce, see you at the Civil Affairs Bureau."

"what--"

Hearing this, Li Min was really taken aback, "Are you...really? Are you really going to divorce Chu Heng? You...are you joking?"

He wasn't afraid of anything else, but he was afraid that if the marriage really divorced, the chances and desires of this person's survival... would be greatly reduced.

"divorce?"

The man glanced over lightly, his eyes were a little speechless: "He doesn't even think about it!"

In my dictionary, there is only widowhood, not divorce.

This sentence... is not what he said.

Only then did Li Min feel a little relieved, "I said... this is just like your personality, so what do you want to do when you see him?"

It's not for no reason... Want to see Chu Heng?

This person has been tossing a lot lately, setting up a big hole for the Chu family, and at the same time, he has almost cleaned up the Fang family.

Fang Haoli went in... just a little bit away.

Based on Li Min's understanding of him, he always felt that this behavior was a bit strange.

Why does it always feel... like saying goodbye.

"I don't want to do anything."

The man closed his eyes again, his expression tired, and even his tone of voice lowered, a little vaguely: "Li Min, sometimes I actually doubt..."

"What I did was wrong."

The room was very quiet, Fang Yan's voice was hoarse and low, with a strong sense of fatigue.

"Is it wrong from the beginning..."

In this world, any conspiracy can be calculated, any puzzle can be set up, and everything can be predicted.

But the only unpredictable thing is the human heart.

Even Fang Yan himself did not expect that that child would break into his world step by step and approach his heart.

Make people helpless and resistant.

So...all the layouts and plans made in the past had to be terminated.

"Ayan, what's wrong with you?"

Li Min stopped in his tracks and turned his head around, feeling a little strange, "It's never been in your character to be sad about the spring and autumn. What's more, the past, whether right or wrong, is in the past. Your most important task now is to take a good rest. , ready for surgery, ok?"

Fang Yan laughed lightly, and responded with kindness, "Well, it's all up to you."