that bastard i love

When Wen Gulin got up from the bed, it was already night, and the curtains were drawn, and it was pitch black outside.

He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was already eight o'clock in the evening. He returned home at noon, and he didn't expect to sleep for seven or eight hours.

Sure enough, he is still old, and now he is no longer comparable to when he was young.

He was woken up by hunger.

My stomach is empty, I haven't eaten breakfast or lunch.

Why didn't Zhang Min ask him to get up for dinner?

Oh, yes, they quarreled, and they are still in the cold war, Zhang Min will definitely not come to ask him to eat.

If you don't yell, don't yell, and what will happen to him if you don't eat two meals.

Oh no.

He has a stomachache right now.

He forgot that he always thought he had stomach problems. When he was young, he always drank here and there with his friends, and ate instant noodles for all three meals. After a long period of accumulation, if he didn't eat on time every day, he would have stomach pains.

In the past three years since he married Zhang Min, Zhang Min cooked him breakfast every day, and he settled for lunch by himself. In the evening, when Zhang Min came back from get off work, he continued to cook dinner for him, but he never had a stomach problem.

By the way, where is Zhang Min?

Wen Gulin pressed his stomach with one hand and supported the wall with the other, and walked out of the room with difficulty, only to find that the room was pitch black.

Zhang Min went out?

Why is he going out so late? It can't be going to work, right?

Before he could think too much, his stomach suddenly throbbed violently, as if thousands of hands were tearing at his stomach.

Wen Gulin suddenly realized that this might not be an ordinary stomach problem...

It is difficult for him to walk now, let alone go to the hospital by himself.

Call up……

Yes, call Zhang Min.

Wen Gulin took out his mobile phone, clicked on the address book, and dialed Zhang Min's number.

"Dududu-"

The phone didn't connect.

Hit again.

Wen Gulin gritted his teeth and continued to call Zhang Min.

"Dududu-"

There was still a busy tone.

Only then did Wen Gulin remember that he and Zhang Min had a quarrel, how could Zhang Min answer his phone according to Zhang Min's temper?

I couldn't help but feel a little cold, but I still comforted myself in my heart.

What if...he just didn't hear?

What if...he just turned his phone to silent?

What if...he just had important things to do and didn't have time to look at his phone?

"Beep beep—the phone you dialed has been turned off."

A basin of cold water poured down the head.

The mechanical female voice on the phone told him that Zhang Min really didn't want to answer his call.

But what if, he just happened to run out of battery?

He still tried to find all kinds of reasons to deceive himself, but the facts told him.

Zhang Min will not come.

No one can save him.

How much he hopes now that Zhang Min can appear in front of him, and he will no longer care about the previous quarrel.

However, Zhang Min will not come...

The person he loves the most, when he needs help the most, is not by his side and does nothing.

So many years... what happened to them?

What happened to them all?

What made them what they are now?

His eyes gradually turned black, and finally Wen Gulin couldn't hold on anymore, he passed out from the pain, and fell to the ground.

The mobile phone on the side was suddenly connected, and Zhang Nannan's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, Boss Wen?"

"Boss Wen, are you still there?"

"What's the matter with you, talk?"

"Boss Wen?"

————————————————————————

Zhang Min was sitting on a high-end leather sofa, holding the button to press the power off button, surrounded by a group of business colleagues, each having a great time.

Zhang Min looked at his cell phone which was being turned off, wondering if he had gone too far.

Is Wen Gulin really looking for him?

But after thinking about it, yes, Wen Gulin has so many friends who can go out drinking with him at night, and if something really happens, they won't look for him.

Fortunately, he is still here to worry about.

In the past, for Wen Gulin, he never accepted these entertainments, and went home to cook for Wen Gulin after get off work, but now, since Wen Gulin can go out at night, why can't he come out to play?

"Come, come, Mr. Zhang, drink!" A middle-aged man in a suit raised his wine glass and handed it to Zhang Min who was sitting beside him.

Zhang Min smiled, took the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

Heh, go fuck Wen Gulin!

Who is afraid of who!