"Fu Yanye, have you ever loved me, even for a day?"
She asked him in a faint voice.
She felt that she must be dying, otherwise why would she feel so cold?
She touched his face and could no longer feel the temperature.
Will he have pity for her?
She needs his mercy.
"Zhuo Jian, I have never loved you, never."
His hands tightly held her body, and looked at her dying appearance, his voice was low and depressing.
Zhuo Jian's hands suddenly lost strength and hung down.
She thought that if he had loved her, he would definitely have pity for her, then she would tell him the truth and ask him not to let the children live with their stepmother before he died. He would definitely agree, and she would die.
She is so tired.
She hated them at this moment, very annoying.
She remembered that year when they first met in Shengyuan.
At that time, he was mysterious and tall.
At that time, she was also grateful.
They can't go back after all.
Even death did not receive his love.
Zhuo Jian's eyes completely darkened.
There is still a lot to say, but the child’s affairs have not been explained yet.
But she had no strength.
She fell into darkness.
She felt someone shaking her and shouting at her with hatred.
"Zhuo Jian, Zhuo Jian... wake me up. Our grudges are not over yet, Zhuo Jian..."
"Jian Jian, what's wrong with Jian Jian? Take her to the hospital soon."
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It took Zhuo Jian a long time to wake up, facing everything he saw, strange and familiar.
It's a hospital.
It's a ward.
She is still alive?
She felt her hot breathing and her dull heartbeat.
But I didn't have the strength all over and couldn't even lift my fingers.
She closed her eyes groggy again.
There was a little noisy outside the door.
"The child is yours. At that time, the wife wanted to commit suicide. She was sent to the hospital and found out that she was pregnant."
Chang Xia's eyes were swollen when she cried, tears rolled out, and her speech was already vague.
"Mrs. I have never been with Sheng Xin. They are separated. I have been by my wife. I can testify and I can swear."
Chang Xia knew that she could never hide it from it anymore. If she hid it from it, her wife's life might be gone.
She finally survived for her child.
"Why just say it now?"
Fu Yanye was also angry, but his voice was very low.
"Madam, she said she was tired, she just wanted to go through it easily with her children alone. And when the young master had an accident, you didn't try to keep the wife when Sheng Xin took her away. I thought..."
She didn't dare to continue talking, she thought he didn't love his wife.
The doctor came from a distance and saw them standing at the door. After observing their faces, he comforted him: "Don't be too heavy. Mrs. Fu was so angry that she had internal injuries. She had to take care of her body for a year or two.
The situation can be recovered."
Fu Yanye didn't plan to say anything, but when he heard the conditioning for a year or two, he looked at the doctor with cold eyes and asked, "Why does it take so long?"
"Mrs.'s physical condition must have been very poor in the past two years, right?"
When the doctor heard his question, he thought of the rumors about them from the outside world and guessed that he didn't know much, and looked at Chang Xia, who was crying the most.
"Yes, the lady has been weak all the time, and she has been lying on the bed for more than a year."
"Do you say it again?"
Fu Yanye looked at Chang Xia and really wanted to crush her neck.
"Mr. Fu, don't worry too much. As long as the wife is in a good mood, eat, sleep and rest in the future, it will be really good."
Seeing that he was so sinister and afraid that he would harm the innocent again, the doctor quickly said something again.
Fu Yanye didn't know when someone was stabbed again, but he wanted to kill someone, but because he thought of the person in the door behind him, he endured it.
"Why should Mr. Fu follow me in and take a look?"
The doctor suggested.
Fu Yanye suddenly didn't move.
"The doctor should go in and take a look first."
Wang Rui spoke at the right time.
The doctor nodded and pushed the door in, and soon they heard the doctor's voice.
"Hey, you're awake."
When people outside heard the words, they looked inside from the door, but Fu Yanye's tall body stood there and stood still.
"It's okay, just raise it and you have to adjust your mood."
The doctor asked her several things in front of the bed and told her.
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
Zhuo Jian's voice is still dumb.
"I think your husband is very worried about you. He has been waiting outside and has never left."
The doctor said again.
Zhuo Jian stopped talking and wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh, so he gave up.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, Chang Xia and the others didn't dare to go in, so they could only watch outside.
Zhuo Jian looked out and saw Chang Xia wiping her tears, calling her: "Xia Xia?"
Her voice was very soft, but Chang Xia still heard it. She leaned in excitedly and wanted to go in, but she was afraid that Fu Yanye would not agree, so she subconsciously watched him go to ask for his opinion.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, but he didn't stop him.
"Go quickly."
Yuan Man urged in a low voice.
Chang Xia immediately ran in, squatted beside her bed and cried: "Madam, you are finally awake."
"Where is the orange chestnut and orange clear?"
Zhuo Jian raised his hand and slowly wiped her tears, and asked her in a pale voice.
"The two young masters are safe and safe. They are already being taken care of in the old house with Young Master Chengcheng."
She was in a coma for a long time, and then she became like this.
Her heart couldn't rest.
Chengli Chengqing was also sent to the old house.
She knew the tempers of the elders of the old house.
They would never let her take the child away.
What should she do?
Wang Rui's cell phone rang outside. After Wang Rui answered it, he looked at Fu Yanye and whispered: "Mr. Sheng is breaking downstairs."
"Go and tell him that Zhuo Jian is fine."
Fu Yanye listened, said lightly, and then turned around and entered the room.
It was very dark and the ward seemed a little cold.
He walked in.
Zhuo Jian knew from the corner of his eyes that he was his black suit fabric. He opened his face and his eyes were hanging down.
When Chang Xia went out, he gently brought the door.
There were only two of them left in the room, which was so quiet that it made people feel depressed.
One of them was unwilling to meet in the hospital bed.
One stopped at the door.
In this way, they were separated by the ends of the sea in a few minutes.
However, there is always someone to take that step first.
He knew that this time, he had to first.
The past comes to my mind one by one, and her gentle smile makes people feel enlightened and reborn after death.
He walked to her bed to stop, his hands hanging down below, and he clenched silently.
I wanted to speak, but I didn't know where to start.
He didn't look up, and after realizing that she didn't want to see him again, he walked silently to the window with his long legs.
I realized it was raining outside.
He looked at the weak raindrops, and his chest was opened at some point. The blood was cold and was slowly flowing out.
Zhuo Jian turned his back and kept avoiding him.
His solemn look at her in a blink of an eye, but it just made the room even more depressing.
The atmosphere in the ward seems to be like this.
The rain outside gradually became heavier, his black eyes slashed, and the next moment he turned around and walked out.
He left in a hurry, as if something big was happening.