Divorce, Mr. Shen

"...Princess," Zhiyi said while treating his wound dutifully, "Actually, you don't have to be too sad. If you really want to divorce, you can try to ask Prince Wei and let him do it." It is also possible to file a divorce petition to pay this fee."

Hearing this, Ning Qiuli suddenly raised his head, and looked at Zhiyi with red eyes: "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Doctor Zhi smiled and nodded, "However, I advise you to think about it first. After all, marriage is not a child's play. If you raise it rashly, I'm afraid it will hurt Prince Wei's affection for you."

deep feeling?

Ning Qiuli was a little taken aback.

Does Shen Weixing have such feelings for himself...?

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Because of Zhiyi's last words, Ning Qiuli thought about it for a full week.

Just in time for Shen Weixing to go on a business trip for a few days to investigate the explosion, the matter was temporarily delayed.

Thinking too much made her not able to sleep well every night. Ning Qiuli became visibly thinner, and her cough became more and more serious. She almost coughed twice every time she said a word, so she didn't even want to say anything up.

This morning, Lisa came to deliver the medicine on time, and Ning Qiuli just drank half of it when Lisa was called out by others, and he put down the medicine bowl with a frown.

It's really too bitter, and it's fishy and astringent. I don't know if the formula has been changed. It's much worse than the previous medicine, but the efficacy is greatly reduced.

It may also be that his health has deteriorated again.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the door click, Ning Qiuli thought it was Lisa who had come back, afraid that the little girl would nag him, so he said without raising his head: "I'll take my time, I'll finish the drink soon. "

With the sound of clattering footsteps, a gust of cool wind quickly blew to Ning Qiuli's side. Then, a warm body sat down next to him, and his voice was as magnetic and low as a cello: "What? Take some medicine, Two more times?"

Ning Qiuli then turned his head to look, and saw that it was Shen Weixing who was dressed in dust and dust.

"...Mmm." Ning Qiuli looked away again, her voice was as low as a mosquito buzzing, "It's very bitter."

"Why is your complexion so bad?" Shen Weixing stretched out his big hand to cover Ning Qiuli's forehead. As soon as the hotness and coldness touched, the man's voice raised a little, "Did you just put an ice pack on your forehead? Is it so cold? Yes Didn't you have a fever again?"

"No..." As soon as Ning Qiuli heard the man's concern, Ning Qiuli's eyes were a little disappointed, and the crystal liquid dripped uncontrollably from the tip of his nose. He quickly sucked his nose and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand , said, "It's just...the medicine is very bitter."

Seeing this, Shen Weixing couldn't help but sighed softly, and said, "You have to endure the bitterness and finish drinking, otherwise how can you cure the disease?" Then, he gently rubbed Ning Qiuli's cheek with his fingers, "Look, I have wronged you I have to... let me feed you."

Just as Ning Qiuli was about to refuse, Shen Weixing picked up the medicine bowl, and... like a puppy, sniffed with his nose buzzing.

Ning Qiuli: "..."

The sense of smell of wolves is naturally keen.

"Why did the taste of this medicine change?" Sensing something was wrong, Shen Weixing immediately looked at Ning Qiuli and asked, "When did you change it?"

"Just... the last few days." Ning Qiuli didn't realize anything, "It's probably because the formula has been changed and it's become particularly unpalatable."

Shen Weixing got up and took a sealable bag, poured the remaining soup in the bowl into it, leaned over to pick up Ning Qiuli, and said irresistibly, "Follow me."