divorce?Think beautifully!

Chu Xiaoheng lay on the side of the bed with his chin in his hands, staring at the man on the bed in a daze.

He is different to himself?

In all fairness, this person is very good-looking, much prettier than the beauties Chu Heng has met in the past, so when the two met for the first time, Chu Heng had his eyes on him.

But beauty and ugliness only determine the love at first sight, and only the inner temperament...can determine whether two people can get along for a long time.

Fang Yan is naturally not the best choice.

This man has a bad temper, holds grudges and is narrow-minded, always has a stinky face, can't smile, feels that the temperature around him is much lower, how... how can it compare to those gentle and considerate beauties.

Well, not as good.

Counting Fang Yan's shortcomings in his mind, Chu Heng managed to convince himself, nodded, made up his mind, and planned to get up and leave.

Since you are sure that you want to get rid of this man and find a chance to file for a divorce in the future, then... you shouldn't get entangled anymore, why don't you just... be cruel?

But the moment he got up, there was a sudden chill on his wrist, and then a force came over, dragging him back.

"Ouch, whoops!"

Thanks to his sharp eyes and quick hands supporting the side of the bed, otherwise this face would definitely hit the bedside table, it's really... so dangerous!

Chu Xiaoheng rolled his eyes, looked down from the bedside table, and met a pair of clear and cold pupils.

"where to?"

The man's voice was hoarse, his brows were tightly frowned, and his expression was tired.

"I--"

The courage that had been accumulated for a long time just disappeared.

Chu Xiaoheng swallowed, smiled, and pretended to be innocent, "Go out... pour some water."

Hearing this, Fang Yan's complexion became even darker, as if he knew his intentions, he sneered, "Here... there is... ahem... a water dispenser."

Chu Heng turned his head reflexively, and he really saw the water dispenser in the ward. He was stunned for a while, and his brain stopped functioning, "Oh, no, I just wanted to go to the bathroom."

The toilet is also in the ward, um... But fortunately, it's at the entrance of the ward, and the way he walked out just now was right.

Fang Yan lost his strength, and gradually loosened his strength. Instead, the infused arm was clasped horizontally on his upper abdomen, cold sweat emerged layer by layer, and his beautiful thin lips were bitten tightly, turning bloodless.

It was obviously painful.

"Don't...don't press like this, it's easy to really press the blood."

A beauty is a beauty, and when she is sick, she is also very attractive. Chu Heng was taken aback when he saw this, and his determination just now collapsed in an instant. He hurriedly turned around and stopped him in a hurry, "Stop, stop, bring it! You love me! Come out! What is this silent torture of yourself?"

However, Fang Yan, as if angry, made up his mind to ignore Chu Xiaoheng, put his arms firmly against his stomach, curled up his body slightly, with astonishing strength.

"You... your waist is not good, this posture is not good!"

The roots of Chu Hengqi's teeth were itchy, and he coaxed him for a long time, but the tossing and sweating all over his body had no effect, and his stubborn temper came up after "rubbing".

"Hey, I'm going! I don't believe I can't cure you!"

Anyway, Fang Yan is a sick tiger, his power has dropped by more than a little bit, he is not afraid!

Chu Heng breathed a sigh of relief, kicked off his shoes, rolled up his sleeves, and climbed onto the hospital bed. Using both hands and feet, his calf clamped his calf, and he sat on his thigh. He forced Fang Yan to spread his body and pressed his hand for infusion. , to save his stomach.