Difficult ex-wife

"Little Che, it looks like he has grown taller again, and his strength is really great, so I won't help to send it up." Zhao Jin said.

"Brother Zhao, thank you today, drive carefully on the way back." Ye Fu opened her mouth, her voice hoarse.

"You're welcome, think about my proposal tonight, good night."

Ye Fu nodded, turned around and followed her younger brother's footsteps. The voice-activated lights on several floors in the corridor were broken, and she had to help illuminate his younger brother.

When she entered the corridor, she turned her head. Zhao Jin was still standing there with a cigarette in his hand. Seeing her look, he waved at her. The light from the cigarette flickered between his fingers...

Just climbed to the third floor, a door opened.

"What is this big box in my brother's hand? Is it a gift for me?" Julie teased her brother who was coming.

Ye Che didn't answer, just walked past her without looking sideways, and continued to climb the stairs.

Julie turned to her younger brother's back and 'Erkang hand': "My brother Pete, don't you love your Julie?"

"Lily, wake up, Pete and Julie are divorced." Ye Fu continued.

"Yo Xi, your voice is so hoarse, have you done 'bad things'?"

"Don't talk nonsense, come to my house for dinner tomorrow."

"If you do the math, it must be Zhao Jin who sent you back." Julie clicked her tongue, "Those who didn't know thought you married Zhao Jin!"

"Just kidding again, don't come tomorrow."

"Don't, wait for a big meal tomorrow!" Julie winked at her, then punched the air twice, met Ye Fu's puzzled gaze, and said with a chuckle, "Dry this evil world before going to bed." !"

Ye Fu: ...

Thank you for being laughed at!
"Little beauty, be happy, smile more, okay, Allah!" Julie pulled on her slippers and went back to the house.

*
Early in the morning, Ye's kitchen was busy.

When Ye Fu received a call from Fu Nancen, she was helping Mother Ye make dumplings.

Seeing Fu Nancen's call, her heart trembled, and she answered the call before she could wipe her hands.

"Ye Fu, I'll be downstairs at your house in about half an hour. You take your mother and brother with you, and let's go see the villa together." Fu Nancen's deep voice came over.

The unpleasant experience of last night suddenly came to Ye Fu's mind, and she subconsciously rejected it.

"Ye Fu, if you don't agree, Fei'er won't feel at ease living in Anshan Villa." Fu Nancen sighed softly, "I'll feel very guilty too."

Ye Fu pursed her lips, she understood that he didn't want to owe her, but wanted to make their relationship clear.

"Brother Fu, last time Xiaoke was allergic to Xiaoke, which made me feel uneasy. Now that Anshan Villa can help Xiaoke, I feel much better, so please Miss Tang to live in Anshan Villa with peace of mind. Also, me and My family is used to living in this community, and the neighborhood relationship is very harmonious, and I have no intention of moving at the moment, so you don't have to feel indebted, I am already very grateful, and I will help you figure out a way to get a divorce as soon as possible with grandpa." Ye Fu Finish in one breath.

"Yefu..."

"Brother Fu, I still have things to do, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, she breathed heavily, like a fish out of water, unable to breathe.

Mother Ye came out of the kitchen, looked at her worriedly, and compared sign language with her.

Ye Fu adjusted her mood and replied, "Brother Fu just said that he wanted to give us a new house, but I refused."

Mother Ye quickly made sign language and agreed with her daughter's approach.

When Ye Fu told her mother about her marriage, her mother kept crying on the hospital bed and refused to agree with her life and death, and kept saying sorry to her in sign language.

Later, Grandpa Fu sent Ye Fu away and chatted with Mother Ye for a long time in the ward before agreeing to the marriage.

Ye Fu also told her mother about Fu Nancen's divorce, and her mother agreed to her divorce, hoping that she could find a husband who loved her in the future and spend her life with Meimei.

Ye Fu reminded Mother Ye that the fish soup on the kitchen counter was overflowing, and Mother Ye hurried back to the kitchen.

She continued to make dumplings, but the boredom in her heart couldn't go away.

A sudden knock on the door broke the silence.

Ye Fu got up to open the door, thinking it was her younger brother who had returned.

As soon as the door opened, a tall black shadow enveloped her.

Fu Nancen propped his hands on the door frame, his handsome face was as pale as paper, sweating profusely, panting heavily.

"Brother Fu, are you... ill?"

Ye Fu hurried to help him, the flour left a string of white marks on his black shirt.

Fu Nancen staggered and fell towards her.

This time, Ye Fu was almost brought down.

Fortunately, mother Ye came to help when she heard the sound, and the two helped him to the sofa together.

"Brother Fu, where's your medicine?" Ye Fu asked anxiously.

Fu Nancen has been in a coma for more than three years. Although he was lucky enough to wake up, the car accident still caused him sequelae.

The onset without warning and the severe headache made him miserable.

The last time I saw him get sick in the old house, it frightened everyone.

"I'm going to call Uncle Zhao now."

Her hands were shaking when she was on the phone.

Once connected, Ye Fu hurriedly told Uncle Zhao about the situation.

Seeing Fu Nancen trembling in pain, Ye Fu was about to cry.

There were several noises on the phone, and Grandpa Fu's voice came over: "Xiao Fu, don't worry, Grandpa will send someone to deliver the medicine right now, you take care of A-Cen first."

hang up the phone.

"Master, I'll take Dr. Chen to bring the young master right away." Uncle Zhao was full of anxiety. The young master was pitiful. His parents passed away since he was a child. He was the one who watched him grow up. He cared for him no less than his own son Zhao Jin.

The old man of the Fu family had gray hair on his temples, with a trace of majesty passing between his brows, he said indifferently: "No need, just let him stay at Ye's house and let Wei Yan deliver the medicine."

Uncle Zhao was stunned for a moment, and understood the old man's intention.

*
Ye's sofa is old and narrow, it can't accommodate a big guy like Fu Nancen.

The severe headache made him curl up on the sofa, sweating profusely, as if he was fished out of the water, and his consciousness was a little unconscious.