Gong Yimo listened to these words, and in the next few days, he always found a way to appear in front of Fu Yanming.

She had been getting closer by talking about projects before, but all the projects she proposed were rejected, so she could only pretend to be drunk and go to Fu's house.

It was late at night, and Fu Yanming was annoyed by the sound of the door opening downstairs. He went downstairs and opened the door with a sullen face, only to find it was Gong Yimo.

His face suddenly darkened: "What are you doing here so late?"

Gong Yimo's face turned red, and without saying anything, she barged straight into the house.

She was very conscious, but she pretended to be stumbling and walked to the sofa to sit down.

Fu Yanming was a little impatient: "Gong Yimo, what else do you want?"

Gong Yimo Nunu's lips were red, and she said with some grievance: "Yan Ming, I haven't been in a good mood recently, and I have had nightmares. I always think of the days when I have been with you for the past five years."

Fu Yanming said indifferently: "You have let it go, and you have received the compensation you deserve. Why do you come to me and talk about this?"

Gong Yimo looked up at him, with tears in her eyes, looking sad.

"We have been in love for so many years. Do we have to stay away from each other until we are separated?"

"Besides, we have gone through the trough together and have experienced a lot together. Even if we can't be together now, we can still be friends. Just like I was with you five years ago, I am in a bad mood now and just want to find someone. You tell me what's on your mind."

After listening to Gong Yimo's explanation, Fu Yanming didn't want to say anything more, but he suddenly felt a swelling and pain in his temples.

His face darkened, and the uncomfortable feeling in his body broke out again.

Seeing this, Gong Yimo quickly stepped forward and asked, "Yan Ming, why do you look so bad? Are you feeling unwell?"

Fu Yanming's face was tense and silent, but his head hurt badly. His fists hanging by his sides were clenched tightly, and his teeth were trembling.

Gong Yimo stretched out her hand to help him: "Yan Ming, sit down quickly and I'll show you."

"You don't have to worry about it." Fu Yanming brushed the woman's hand away coldly, and walked to the sofa step by step with restraint to sit down.

Gong Yimo's thrown away hand paused in the air for a moment, a hint of sadness flashed across her eyes, and she still looked at Fu Yanming uneasily.

The man's face was getting worse and worse, and he was lowering his head with a forbearance. Seeing his shoulders twitching, Gong Yimo still couldn't help but strode forward.

"I'm a doctor, and there's no reason to refuse to save someone. Even if you want to avoid suspicion, it's not at this time."

Fu Yanming whispered: "The hospital has checked it and there is nothing wrong."

"I'm not worried." Gong Yimo said, grabbing Fu Yanming's wrist and feeling his pulse.

Fu Yanming felt extremely uncomfortable and couldn't push away for a while.

Gong Yimo frowned, but when she felt Fu Yanming's pulse, she found nothing out of the ordinary.

How could his body be so abnormal for no reason?

Could it be because of the poison...

Gong Yimo's heart tightened.

She let go of Fu Yanming in a panic and said, "I haven't found out the cause of your body's illness yet, but don't worry, I will try to find a solution during this time."

Fu Yanming said with the last trace of reason: "Leave me alone and get out."

Seeing Fu Yanming like this, Gong Yimo felt a little uneasy. After asking him to take a good rest, he hurriedly left the Fu family.

As soon as she walked out, she dialed Pan Jiaqian's phone and asked in surprise: "Fu Yanming has been experiencing a lot of strange things in his body these past few days. He also had a strong headache tonight. Why is this happening?"

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