divorce?Think beautifully!

There was silence in the private room for a while before Fang Yan's deep and hoarse voice came: "Come in!"

Su Jin nodded to Chu Heng, then opened the door for him with a smile, and said softly, "Please—"

Chu Heng swallowed, straightened his clothes, head held high, and strode in.

The interior of the private room is very gorgeous, and the decoration design is a typical western luxury style, elegant and solemn.

The dining table is placed by the window. It is a square table with full dishes, a bottle of red wine and a bottle of white wine.

Chu Heng took a glance, then sat down beside Fang Yan very consciously, and nodded to the young man opposite, "Hello, Chu Heng."

Brandy... huh!

The young man shook hands with him and smiled politely: "Cheng Jing."

Chu Heng smiled back, then turned his head, looked at the expressionless man beside him, and said in an affectionate tone, "A Yan, you don't mind if I came here without saying hello in advance?"

The man's forehead twitched twice, took a deep breath, glanced over calmly, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "No."

"Just finished talking about something," Cheng Jing added with a smile: "Chu Sanshao just happened to come, let's have a meal together."

Chu Heng also laughed, "It's really a coincidence, but since I met the second son, I have one more thing, I want to ask the second son if he would like to cooperate with him."

Cheng Jing raised his eyebrows, a little puzzled, "Oh?"

Chu Heng poured himself a glass of brandy, shook the goblet, first raised his hand to touch Cheng Jing, and then slowly said: "I'm going to open an art exhibition soon, the place has been decided, and the design has been drawn. In terms of construction, I heard that your company is an expert, can you—"

Cheng Jing hesitated for a moment, glanced at Fang Yan who was silent at the side from the corner of the eye, and finally nodded, "I would like to hear more about it."

The man remained silent, leaning back slightly on the sofa, listening to the two talking about the details of the gallery, with half-closed eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

He was wearing a well-tailored suit, with a tall and straight figure, his back was only slightly leaning on the backrest, and his sitting posture was still upright, but his face was paler, and he always looked sick.

The effect of the previous painkiller had expired, and the pain came in wave after wave. Fang Yan's beautiful eyebrows gradually frowned, and cold sweat oozes from the corner of his forehead.

He didn't eat anything, he only took half a sip of the red wine as a formality, his stomach felt as if it was being burned by fire, the pain came and went, and his heart felt uncomfortable.

The sky was still clear in the morning, but now the weather is looking cloudy, and the air is very stuffy.

The man raised his hand to his forehead, closed his eyes slightly, and patiently listened to the conversation between Chu Heng and Cheng Jing.

He didn't have much appetite, and he didn't intend to eat this meal at first, and it would be enough to drink a little wine after talking about the matter, but that guy actually touched him, and he was very serious, so he was patient and planned to listen to what the guy was going to do. What.

It turns out that there will be an art exhibition soon?

Fang Yan pursed her lips, as if meditating.

Over the years, whenever the weather changed, his body would ache so badly, the joints all over his body seemed to be soaked in icy water, and there was a chill, which couldn't go away no matter what.

The joints in the knees and lumbar spine seem to be stiff. When the pain is severe, it is impossible to stand up or bend, let alone walk. When the most embarrassing, you can't even do basic self-care. A walking dead.

This made Fang Yan think about the meaning of life several times.

Those who died before waiting for the special medicine, if they knew what kind of torture they would suffer in the rest of their lives after struggling to survive, they would be very grateful.

A hopeless life...better to die.

"Ayan! Ayan? What's wrong with you?"

There was some buzzing in his ears, so that Fang Yan could only vaguely hear Heng's voice, which seemed to come from a distant wilderness, long and empty, with a faint echo.

He turned his head in a daze, and when he met Chu Heng's flustered expression, he didn't know what happened.

Cheng Jing was also taken aback, and immediately stood up, "Do you need help?"

"No need," Chu Heng turned his head and smiled at him, "Ah Yan has always been in poor health, and I think the second son has heard about it, why don't the second son take a step first, and I will take a rest here with Ah Yan?"

That man was clearly in poor health, but he loved face very much, and he didn't want to lose his composure in front of others. Naturally, Chu Heng wanted to help him.

Cheng Jing was also interested, and quickly got up to say goodbye.

Only then did Chu Heng lean over, poked the man's forehead, with a worried expression on his face: "Why do you have a fever?"

It's been a long time since I've seen him, this man has the ability to make himself look like this, his face is pale and haggard, his expression is also tired, tired and powerless.

"I have a fever?"

Fang Yan supported the sofa, trying to sit up straighter, but his arms were limp, and he didn't have any strength at all, so he fell obliquely to one side.

She was embraced by Chu Heng.

The man was surprisingly thin, and his bones could be felt through his clothes. Chu Heng touched his back and complained softly: "It feels like I'm hugging a skeleton."

As soon as the words fell, the man frowned fiercely, his face was pale, and he was short of breath.

"Where does it hurt?" Only then did Chu Heng realize that something was wrong. This person not only had a fever!

His expression suddenly became serious, he firmly supported the man's back, massaged his heart, and lowered his voice, "Did you take the medicine? Do you want to hold it for a while?"

The man shook his head tiredly, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and rested his face on Chu Heng's shoulder. His side profile was exquisite and tough, his nose was high and straight, and his curves were elegant. He held back his mouth, but only his breath remained: "Pain..."

This was obviously extremely painful, and even the bloodless lips were cyanotic. Chu Heng was a little panicked now, and he couldn't explain why. He felt the pain fiercely, and hurried to touch his pocket.

Medicine... medicine!He should be carrying medicine!

Ever since he gradually learned about this person's physical condition, Chu Heng has developed the habit of carrying medicine with him in case of emergencies.

This time it really came in handy.

He took out the medicine bottle from his pocket, poured it out with shaking hands, and stuffed it into Fang Yan's mouth.

Unexpectedly, the man was full of resistance, biting his lip in pain, but he didn't open his mouth. Chu Heng's heart was swayed, and he opened his mouth to suck it. He forcibly pried open the man's lips and teeth, stuffed it in, and pressed it under his tongue.

In a critical moment, there was nothing charming at all. Chu Heng withdrew and smacked his lips, only to realize that his lips were also stained with blood.

Still remembering the information he had read, he hugged the man, slowly laid him horizontally on the big sofa, and lifted his legs up.

The moment he bent his knees, the man let out a painful sob from his throat.

It hurts...it really hurts...

Sharp pain radiated from the joints and joints all over his body. He closed his eyes and tried to curl up stiffly, but he couldn't control his body at all, letting all his senses be overwhelmed by the severe pain.