Chapter 46 Late-stage cancer abandons oneself to get drunk?
"She will have her own future!"
Fu Yanye suddenly said coldly.
Yan Zheng doesn’t understand, a dying person! What future can she have?
——
At the same time, Zhuo Jian received a call from Li Yuqing. After Li Yuqing said something, he asked her: "Do you believe me?"
"Xin! But Yuqing, she does have terminal cancer!"
Zhuo Jian knew that Li Yuqing would not lie, but Fu Yanye would not use that kind of thing to trick her into getting a divorce.
"Then the reason why she went to drink was because she gave up on herself?"
Li Yuqing stood in the living room of his apartment, suddenly very suspicious of that woman.
"Maybe!"
Zhuo Jian thought that there must be no other reason.
Ruxiang must have been careful about her diet for a long time. The doctor did not allow her to touch irritating things, so she may have secretly gone out to drink behind everyone's back.
In addition, her divorce from Fu Yanye was not finalized today.
After Zhuo Jian figured it out, he stopped bothering himself, hung up the phone with Li Yuqing, and then went to take a shower and go to bed.
——
Someone knocked on her door very early the next morning. Zhuo Jian looked at the time and then went to open the door.
She only saw a tall and thin figure. Without saying anything, he just took a bucket and raised it towards her.
Zhuo Jian didn't see clearly, but reflexively ducked aside.
All the contents of the bucket fell to the ground, and some splashed onto her legs.
Then there was a pungent smell of paint, and Zhuo Jian looked at the visitor in disbelief.
Seeing that she failed, the man stepped forward to pin the bucket on her body.
When Zhuo Jian saw the silver barrel above his head, his vision went dark.
"ah!"
The man was suddenly kicked hard from behind, and he fell directly into the bucket of red paint that had just been poured on the ground.
Zhuo Jian pressed her heart, already pale with fear.
When she remembered that she had been saved, in the blink of an eye, the person who caught her eye made her breathe a sigh of relief unconsciously: "Fu Yanye!"
Fu Yanye walked up to her with a serious expression: "Are you injured?"
Zhuo Jian shook his head dully, he was already dizzy and couldn't see anything clearly.
However, the man got up quickly and ran out in a hurry.
Fu Yanye didn't chase her, he just looked at the floor in her room and frowned.
But Zhuo Jian's heart was still beating like thunder. She didn't expect that he would come, let alone that one day she would be saved by him.
"Why are you here?"
Zhuo Jian asked weakly.
Fu Yanye didn't reply to her, but just grabbed her hand: "It's not safe here, don't stay there yet!"
Zhuo Jian hadn't recovered yet. When he pulled her, she realized that her legs were weak and she was about to fall to the ground.
Fu Yanye turned to look at her and saw that her face was as pale as paper, and he immediately picked her up from the ground the next second.
The door was closed, and all the paint smell in the room was blocked.
But she was still shaken by the near-miss just now and couldn't calm down.
Zhuo Jian didn't know how someone could suddenly do something like this to her. She hadn't offended anyone during her return to China, and her colleagues were relatively harmonious. The more Zhuo Jian thought about it, the more afraid she became. Could it be that she was being raped by someone?
Targeted?
Fu Yanye took her to his house and carried her directly to the bedroom upstairs.
She stood leaning against the wall and watched numbly as he took a pair of pajamas from the cupboard and stuffed it into her, and said to her: "Go take a bath."
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at him, a little confused.
“My whole body smells like paint!”
"..."
Zhuo Jian remembered his mysophobia and silently took his clothes and went to the bathroom. However, when he entered, he suddenly squatted on the ground, his whole body weak.
Who is it that persecuted her?
Zhuo Jian thought of the red paint in front of her eyes just now and the hatred on the man's face, and her heart beat harder and harder.
Fu Yanye went to the bathroom in the guest room next door to take a shower. When he returned to the bedroom and changed his clothes, he made sure that there was no strange smell on his body, and then he looked into the bathroom again.
"Zhuo Jian!"
The knocking on the door outside woke her up, but her voice had become hoarse without knowing when: "Oh!"
"Come out after washing!"
Fu Yanye ordered.
"good!"
Zhuo Jian agreed, but stayed close to the door panel without moving.
Fu Yanye turned around and went out again, resetting the door password.
Zhuo Jian came out again more than half an hour later, wearing his pajamas.
Fu Yanye only glanced at it and felt his abdomen tighten.
Zhuo Jian still stood against the wall: "I want to sit for a while!"
"Um!"
Fu Yanye agreed and stood silently at the door.
Zhuo Jian was going to sit on the sofa by the window, and then Fu Yanye took action. He strode to her in front of her with long legs, pushed her down on the edge of the bed and sat down: "Just sit here, I'll get the hair dryer for you."
Blow dry your hair.”
Zhuo Jian watched blankly as he entered the bathroom again, but he was still weak and weak.
She never thought that she was so timid, even though she had already faced life and death.
Fu Yanye carefully blew her hair. She pressed her forehead against his body several times, but quickly left. Fu Yanye sensed her deliberateness and directly pressed the back of her head, making her forehead press against his.
Strong belly: "Stop moving!"
Zhuo Jian felt pain in his neck and obediently lowered his head.
Fu Yanye quickly blow-dried her hair, but after finishing it, he was a little upset when he saw her with her messy hair.
Zhuo Jian looked at his expression and guessed what was going on, but just as she was about to reach out to comb it, her hand was grabbed, and then she was carried on his strong shoulders again.
In the bathroom, she was placed on the sink, and Fu Yanye took a comb to comb her hair.
His technique was not up to par, and Zhuo Jian was in so much pain that she almost burst into tears soon. Fu Yanye grabbed the comb, held up her face, and ordered: "Teach me!"
"I'll do it myself!"
"Teach me!"
Fu Yanye continued to make persistent demands.
"Press down the hair on top!"
Zhuo Jian saw the coldness in his eyes and had no energy to argue with him anymore.
Fu Yanye pressed her hair. Although it still hurt her several times, the sadistic combing finally ended after two minutes.
Seeing that her hair was finally smooth, Fu Yanye's eyebrows relaxed, and then he went to hug her again.
Zhuo Jian held his strong shoulder with one hand: "I can go by myself!"
Fu Yanye stepped aside.
But when she was about to jump down, she was still pinched by his armpits.
Zhuo Jian looked at the man in front of him in panic, who was much taller than him. Fu Yanye frowned: "You are not a child, and you are so reckless."
Zhuo Jian later insisted on going downstairs to the living room, sitting on the sofa and thanking him: "Thank you just now!"
Fu Yanye sat on a sofa and touched his lips to look at her. Was she about to faint from fright?
Still overestimating her courage!
But that person is really, damn it!
"You've been living here recently, it's safer here."
Fu Yanye said.
"No! I can go to the hotel."
Zhuo Jian also felt that her home was not safe, but how could she possibly live with him again.
"It is written in the divorce agreement that this house will be given to you."
"But we're not divorced yet!"
"Then I can't let you go!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian's clear eyes looked at the man sitting diagonally opposite, thinking to herself, if I don't leave, will you bite me back tomorrow?