The infatuated president is too difficult to deal with

"Who am I?" Just three words exhausted all the strength in Wang Tianle's body.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Zheng Ziming's mind, and finally that gleam of joy overcame everything, his lips trembled and he opened an arc to both sides.

"Tiantian, do you remember me?"

Wang Tianle wanted to answer, but after Zhang Zhang He He did not make any sound, she shook her head with a very painful expression.

Her body was not controlled by her brain at all, and it was difficult to speak, all of which made her panic.

why?What happened to her?where is thiswho is he?Who are you?What is the relationship between him and himself? ...

"Don't be afraid, Tiantian, don't be afraid, I'm here." Zheng Ziming bent down, put his hand into her back, propped her upper body up forcefully, and looped her into his arms.

"Here...is it?" Sitting up, she looked around and found herself lying on the same bed with the man in front of her, in a strange bedroom.

"This is our home, you are my wife Wang Tianle, and I am your husband Zheng Ziming. On our wedding day, you got into a car accident and lay down for two years...Tiantian, don't scare me again It's gone." Although he made up a temporary lie, his mood at the moment is extremely real.

Wang Tianle blinked suspiciously, but she had no clue at all.

Maybe what he said is true, otherwise, why would I lie on the same bed with him, but what happened to the dream just now?Why is the little girl in the dream calling her covered in blood, is it just an ordinary nightmare?
"Tiantian, promise me that you will never leave me again!" Zheng Ziming supported her upper body with both hands, locking her gaze into his own, not allowing her to flinch.

"Um"

What does this strange feeling in my heart mean?
Zheng Ziming's smile was warm and sweet, and he left a light lip print on Wang Tianle's left cheek. He laid her body flat and tucked in the quilt.

"It's good that you can wake up, don't worry, I will do everything possible to make you recover, just wait, I'll call Xiaoting and let her take a look."

Zheng Ziming put on his slippers and couldn't stop turning his head while walking towards the door.

After he went out, Wang Tianle began to think about what was behind the weird feeling just now, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt the pain in her head.

After Zheng Ziming informed Xiaoting, he couldn't wait to return to the bedroom. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Wang Tianle whose facial features were twisted together.

Because she couldn't move her body, Wang Tianle could only lift her hand up into the air with all her strength, and she couldn't touch her head at all. The pain in her head and the stiffness of her body made her feel desperate.

"Tiantian, what's wrong with you?" Zheng Ziming quickly ran to the bedside and hugged her, and put the half-lifted arm away.

"It hurts..." She spat out a word with all her strength, and then pressed her head against his chest, trying to relieve the pain.

Xiao Ting who walked in looked at the scene in front of her, the sternness in her eyes flashed away, and when she heard Zheng Ziming's shout, she immediately squeezed out a smile and approached them.

"What's wrong with her? Why did she suddenly become like this? She can't speak flexibly, and her body can't control her anymore." Laying Wang Tianle flat on the bed, pressing her temples with both hands, Zheng Ziming asked anxiously Xiaoting.

"This should be a sequela. Think about it. She lay there for so long, her body was motionless, she didn't say a word, and her muscles were so atrophied that even a normal person would become like this. I think she needs to exercise."

On the surface, Xiaoting was checking Wang Tianle's body, but her heart was already in a mess, panic, worry, resentment, jealousy... almost all negative emotions were squeezed into her mind, and her head was about to explode.

why are you waking upWouldn't it be good to just lie down like this?I serve you with all my heart, if you continue to lie quietly, I will let you enjoy your old age comfortably, but you insist on breaking my dream.

Looking up at Zheng Ziming, he was watching Wang Tianle tenderly, Xiao Ting's heart seemed to be torn open, blood was flowing.

I worked hard for two years, walked towards him step by step, and I could stand by his side, why?Why?Why?Why are you ruining all this?
"Tiantian, don't be afraid, we will go to the hospital for an examination tomorrow, and I will definitely make you better!" Zheng Ziming's tone was as gentle as water, reassuring Wang Tianle and worrying Xiaoting.

Seeing Wang Tianle close her eyes, she turned her head. "Xiaoting, go back and rest first!"

"Oh" Xiaoting replied dully, turned around and left stiffly.

After closing the door, Xiao Ting's body leaning on the door gradually slid down until she sat on the ground, her tears gushing out like a flood that broke a bank.

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Y city

Zhang Wenye sat in front of the hospital bed, staring closely at his drowsy daughter, full of guilt.

Lele, I'm sorry I didn't take good care of our daughter.

Zhang Wunian on the hospital bed was motionless, his face was pale, and a thick layer of gauze was wrapped around his forehead.

Recalling the scene just now, Zhang Wenye couldn't stop shaking.

If, if something happened to his daughter, what face would he have to see Lele.

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美国
Early in the morning, Zheng Ziming got up to prepare breakfast, and Xiaoting watched him busy in the kitchen, froze there motionless.

Am I like a passerby to him?
Yes, she is about to become someone who has nothing to do with him, because the person she takes care of has woken up, he doesn't need her anymore, she is about to bid farewell to this place where she has lived for two years, and is about to leave him.

However, she was not reconciled.

Zheng Ziming walked out of the kitchen with milk and oatmeal, saw Xiaoting standing outside the kitchen, gave her a puzzled look, and then left in a hurry.

The smile on Xiaoting's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a look of sadness.

I thought that two years of life had given him a little affection for her, but unexpectedly...his eyes told her that his eyes and hearts were all about her, and he couldn't tolerate her in the slightest.

Why?Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his back.

Zheng Ziming walked into the room, looked at Wang Tianle who was blinking her big eyes on the bed, with a smile on her face.

"Get hungry!" Put the bowl and cup in your hand on the bedside table, half kneel on the bed, help Wang Tianle up, hug her into his arms, and place a light kiss on her forehead.

A sense of satisfaction, an unprecedented sense of satisfaction filled him.

She didn't seem to reject him, Wang Tianle stared at the man in front of her.

For some reason, she dreamed of that girl again last night. Seeing her covered in blood, her heart seemed to be torn open, and she was in pain.

Zheng Ziming looked into Wang Tianle's clear eyes and asked softly, "Do you want milk or oatmeal?"

"Bull...boy." Although she spoke very hard, her pronunciation was not standard, just like a child who just learned to speak.

Zheng Ziming gave her an encouraging smile, turned his head, stretched out his hand to bring over the milk on the table, handed it to his mouth and tasted it, felt that the temperature was about the same, and then began to feed Wang Tianle little by little until she drank it full cup.

"What a good boy!" He stuck out his tongue to lick the milk off her lips.

A sense of strangeness hit Wang Tianle's heart again.

Although I don't reject his approach, I don't like him touching my lips. Why?When he kissed his forehead, he only felt very warm, but when he touched his mouth, it turned into disgust?What do the forehead and lips represent?

It's just that her stiff body made her accept it with lowered eyes.

Zheng Ziming seemed to sense Wang Tianle's strangeness, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and laid her flat on the bed.

"Lie down first, I will take you to the hospital for examination in a while."

"Hmm..." Wang Tianle, who was lying on the bed, stretched her fingers vigorously, trying to restore her body's flexibility through her own efforts.

Zheng Ziming walked to the door, turned his head, gave her a complicated look, and then left.

Xiao Ting stood there with her head down, Zheng Ziming noticed something was wrong with her from a distance, and when she walked up to her and wanted to speak, she threw herself into her arms and burst into tears.

When she cried, Zheng Ziming was startled, he stood there helpless, let Xiaoting hold his waist, snot and tears flowed out, and then wiped his chest.

"Xiao Ting, what's the matter?" Holding the empty cup and bowl high with both hands, Zheng Ziming was confused by her behavior.

"I like you. I have liked you for two years. I like you so much. What should I do? I can't control my feelings. How about you, do you like me a little?" Xiaoting put her arms around his waist tightly, She buried her face in his chest, and when she sobbed, she still pricked up her ears waiting for his answer.

Just now, she suddenly had a bold idea taking shape in her mind, she wanted to try it, maybe, he also liked her a little bit.

Even if it is only a little bit, it is enough for her to work hard for it.

"Kangdang——" "Slap——"

When Xiaoting heard the sound, she suddenly raised her head and saw Zheng Ziming's surprised expression, as well as the broken bowls and cups on the ground.

Zheng Ziming pushed Xiao Ting away in his arms, and then turned to look behind the head, as if he was afraid that his wife in the room would find out that he was having an affair, but the panic expression stabbed Xiao Ting's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoting, I only love her in this life." His voice was sonorous and forceful, his brows were slightly frowned, and he was very dissatisfied with her bold confession.

"I thought..." Xiaoting's voice was choked with sobs, and Zheng Ziming suddenly interrupted her before she recovered from her sadness.

"You can pack up your things and leave in a while. I will take care of her by myself in the future." After saying this, Zheng Ziming didn't even look at Xiaoting, brushed her shoulder, and walked into the kitchen.

Ever since he learned of Xiaoting's misfortune, Zheng Ziming has always regarded her as his own sister. After Tiantian woke up, he had no intention of letting her go. He thought Tiantian would like her too. If, If he hadn't heard her confession, he would have let her stay.

However, now that this layer of window paper has been pierced by her, he can't continue to ignore this problem. He can't let a woman who likes him take care of Tiantian, which means pushing Tiantian to the edge of a cliff.

He has not forgotten what caused her two years of deep sleep.

It was my brother's mistress, Zhang Mei, who stabbed Tiantian sixteen times out of jealousy.

He can no longer involve her in this danger.