He had become slutty in his life and was unwilling to cooperate with others even if he took medicine.
——
At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhuo Jian quietly entered the ward building, said hello to the medical staff and asked about his condition. After confirming that it was just a simple fever, she quietly walked towards the ward.
The reason why I came so late was that I didn't want him to know that she had been there.
I wanted to take a look at him quietly, but when she saw him asleep, she left.
But……
She found that there were small lights on in the ward and there was no one on the bed.
She pushed the door and then looked nervously elsewhere, he was not here.
Did he slip away quietly?
Everyone around was terrible. She knew that he didn't like to get injections or hospitalization, but what else would he do if he was dizzy when he was in a fever?
"Look for me?"
Suddenly, a low voice behind her, with the smell of smoke, she turned her head reflexively.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark black eyes, and said while walking around her, "I'm a little annoyed, so I'm going to smoke a cigarette."
“…”
Zhuo Jian's mouth moved, and she was about to rush out several times and just passed by, but when she thought that the door was a little far from here, she held back again, just watched him walk to the bed and turn around, then sit on the edge of the bed, supporting his hands.
On the side, he suddenly looked up and his eyes shot straight at her.
It was so sharp and so piercing that her heart hurt.
"What's the matter with me? Warn me not to go back to the old house to touch my son in the next few days?"
Fu Yanye asked her in a low voice.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and thought for a long time, wanting to say yes, but he also thinks he might be very hurt.
She habitually put her hands behind her back, gently clenched the door frame, lowered her head and murmured: "I'm here to see, I'm leaving."
"Zhuo Jian!"
She turned around and suddenly called her name behind her back.
She stopped, as if something opened her bloody mouth and was about to swallow her whole body.
"Aren't you going to give me a reasonable explanation?"
Fu Yanye held the hand on the edge of the bed and used force, but got up the next second.
Zhuo Jian felt something was about to jump out of her heart, and the tip of her nose was sweating slightly, and she already regretted coming here.
But who would have thought that he should go to bed in the middle of the night, but he went out to smoke.
"You found the hospital so late, don't you have anything to say to me?"
Fu Yanye suddenly stood behind her.
Zhuo Jian felt that his back began to feel numb until his hot body covered her. She raised her head sadly, and even closer to the door panel.
"Um?"
Fu Yanye held her shoulders with his hand and slowly exerted force.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously turned around and wanted to push him, but his hand was held and raised over his head without touching him.
She looked at him against the door panel, looking down at her with some resentment in his dark eyes.
"Why did you come to me so late? Do you still care about me?"
Fu Yanye pressed her forehead, and there was still a faint smell of smoke and threat in her breath.
"You, you let me go first."
She felt that her hands were about to get cramps and her posture was so ambiguous.
Fu Yanye whispered in a low voice, undoubtedly stubborn, "Tell me why I'm here first?"
His knee gently pressed against her, and the breath from his thin lips touched her intentionally or unintentionally.
Zhuo Jian was so depressed that he could not breathe. He did not dare to move around his eyes. He felt that his heart and lungs were getting hotter and hotter, as if he was burned by the hot water that had just boiled on the stove.
"I regret it."
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and said, looking at his dark black eyes.
His hands gradually pinched her chin, and he hated her the most and said he regretted it.
"What do you regret? Do you regret coming to see your ex-husband or do you regret loving me?"
"all."
Zhuo Jian's crystal clear eyes carry her unique persistence.
After hearing the sound, Fu Yanye couldn't help laughing. The next moment, he squeezed her jaw hard and made her head hold up. Then, with his thin lips smelling smoke, he slowly sucked on her lips.
Kiss.
Zhuo Jian forgot to breathe for a long time and only gasped when he was about to suffocate, but suddenly he tasted a faint smell of tobacco on his tongue, and Fu Yanye's kiss began to get deeper and deeper.
"You know what I hate the most, and you will make me hate it too, but what should I do? I want to get to you damn it."
After Fu Yanye kissed her, he still didn't want to let her go. He pressed her to move by the wall, and the sounds squeezed out from his teeth were even more intimidating.
Zhuo Jian's eyes slowly raised, "But you are not qualified."
Fu Yanye's black eyes looked straight at her.
"We're divorced, ex-husband."
Zhuo Jian said those words, and his heart seemed to be stabbed several times.
"Can I leave now?"
Seeing that he stopped talking, Zhuo Jian glanced at him stubbornly and asked.
But Fu Yanye suddenly smiled, looked at her swollen lips that were kissed by him, and pinched her jaw again to hold her red lips, and then...
"Um!"
Soon, the smell of blood made Zhuo Jian frown.
He wanted to bite her, but he really bit her.
Her hand was placed in his heart and wanted to push him away, but she didn't dare to move the moment she was bitten, because the farther he was, the more painful it would be.
Fu Yanye felt that she was so painful that she had to stomp her feet before letting go. Then, her dark black eyes were smiling and looked at the blood beads on her lips. When she looked at her eyes, her eyes were filled with more evil spirits and asked her: "
You don’t need to record a show tomorrow, right? It seems like you can’t record it like this.”
"you……"
"It's still so spoiled."
His hand wiped the blood beads on her lips without letting go immediately, but pressed it down and looked at her and asked, "Do you want to taste what your blood tastes?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian's face suddenly turned red and white.
He asked the words with his hands on her lips, and she knew what that meant.
She didn't know what evil he was like, so she just pushed him with both hands.
She swears that if she is sympathetic again in the future, she will be a pig because he is sick or something.
But she couldn't push him, his legs were still pressing against her, and she didn't move, and her black eyes suddenly became gloomy and looked at her with a grimas. She suddenly held her wrists hard again, looking at her in frightened eyes
His low and heavy voice reminded her: "Zhuo Jian, you are here to provoke me this time."
"Let me go, you bastard."
Zhuo Jian was furious and never dared to look at him again.
But Fu Yanye suddenly kissed her again, between her lips, teeth, earrings, and on her long neck.
She probably didn't apply perfume, and the smell was the most familiar to him.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but hug her as he kissed her.
As soon as Zhuo Jian left the ground, he subconsciously wrapped his hands around him, "Fu Yanye, what are you doing?"
“Isn’t it obvious yet?”
Fu Yanye asked, then hugged her and turned to walk to the bed.
"We're already divorced."
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and saw the neat bed immediately reminded him in panic.