Ye Ruge could see that the man half leaning on the hospital bed opposite him was actually still very weak. After all, he had just woken up not long ago.
Huo Yanxi kept examining her and didn't speak.
Yan Lei felt that the atmosphere was not right, so she turned to Ye Ruge and said, "The doctor said he can't talk much yet, why don't you come back tomorrow?"
Unexpectedly, her self-assertion was rewarded by Huo Yanxi's cold words: "Get out."
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Yan Lei's face, but she did not leave. Her tone was still gentle: "Have you forgotten the doctor's instructions? What you need now is to have a good rest, otherwise the wound will not recover so quickly."
To be honest, she didn't want to come here to watch over him at night and take the initiative to take care of him.
She did all this just to confirm the title of his fiancée.
And she also hoped that Huo Yanxi's injury would get better as soon as possible, otherwise their marriage would be delayed for who knows how long.
Huo Yanxi's eyes became colder and colder. He glanced at her sideways and said in an even more rude tone than before: "What qualifications do you have to care about me?"
Yan Lei ignored his piercing cold gaze and replied: "I am your fiancée."
The man laughed mockingly: "Our engagement has not been completed, who do you think I am as my fiancée?"
These words made Yan Lei anxious. Is he really going to regret it?
She looked slightly restrained: "The engagement banquet has not been completed, but our engagement has been completed. Your regret now is invalid, not to mention everyone knows that I am your fiancée."
She glanced at Ye Ruge again, and then said: "You and Isabella chat slowly, I'll be outside." Without giving him a chance to speak, she turned around and walked out.
Huo Yanxi's eyes were cold, thinking that she ran quite fast. In this way, he could not deny that she was his fiancée.
As soon as Yan Lei left, Ye Ruge and Huo Yanxi were the only two people in the ward looking at each other.
After a moment of silence, Ye Ruge walked over and sat down next to the hospital bed.
"Mr. Huo, you called me here so late at night, didn't you want to stare at me?" She looked at him with a half-smile.
That's what she said, but she could feel that the way he looked at her now was very different from usual.
Huo Yanxi had no expression on her face, just staring at her, as if she wanted to see her clearly. Is she Isabella or Ye Ruge? Or does she have another identity?
After watching for a while, he finally said: "Who sent you here?" The extremely hoarse male voice was a symptom of burns.
Ye Ruge was slightly startled. Is this what he was struggling with?
He doesn't think she is his ex-wife anymore?
She laughed suddenly and quite loudly.
Huo Yanxi pursed her lips and stared at her coldly, waiting for her to stop.
She finally stopped laughing, but she still smiled and said to him: "Mr. Huo, do you think I am an agent or a spy?"
"What do you think?" he asked.
Ye Ruge lowered her eyes and curled her lips slightly: "Why do you have such an idea? I am just an ordinary designer." The implication is that no one sent her here. This is a fact.
The man looked at her for a while and then said: "I have a grudge against you?" Otherwise, why would she push him into the sea of fire? Didn't she want his life?
Ye Ruge still lowered her eyes, and he couldn't see clearly what she was thinking at the moment.
"Mr. Huo, you are really good at joking. What grudge can I have against you?" Her grudge against him was not that simple.
Before he could continue to ask, she raised her eyes to meet his: "I think you must have misunderstood. I didn't want your life, nor was it anyone who sent me to harm you. I pushed you when there was a fire.