Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Fu Zheng closed his eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and felt a little cold.

Sure enough, in her heart, he was not worth mentioning at all.

She didn't want to stay with him for one more second.

Seeing Fu Zheng's eyes closed, Wen Liang shrugged helplessly and stood up, "Then I'll go and you can take good care of yourself."

Fu Zheng closed his eyes tightly, tightened his big hands, and held the sheets tightly.

The dry firewood in my heart was poured with a layer of oil by the warmth and coolness. If a spark splashed on it, it would burn violently and uncontrollably.

A large amount of thick smoke and gas accumulates in the atrium, which may explode at any time.

She was indeed cold-blooded and cruel to him!

But he was a bitch, and he still didn't want her to leave!

Just as Fu Zheng was about to speak, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach...

"Cough cough cough..."

There was a coughing sound behind him, accompanied by the sound of retching.

Wen Liang stopped and turned around to see Fu Zheng lying weakly beside the bed, with a faint bright red at the corner of his mouth. Against the backdrop of his pale face, the scarlet color was dazzling.

His face was as white as tissue paper, brittle, as if it would break if poked.

Wen Liang's heart immediately tightened, and she quickly returned to the bed, patted his back gently, and asked worriedly, "Fu Zheng? How do you feel now?"

Fu Zheng took a deep breath, and the corners of his eyes turned red physiologically.

He slowly took a piece of paper towel from the bedside and wiped the corner of his mouth, threw it into the trash can, blocked her hand on his back, turned over and lay on his back, glanced at her lightly, looked away, and said a few words in a deep voice. One word, "It has nothing to do with you."

Wen Liang: "..."

You have such a tough mouth.

If the sky falls, Fu Zheng's mouth will hold it up.

Wen Liang looked around, picked up the kettle on the table, poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to Fu Zheng, "Rinse your mouth."

Fu Zheng raised his eyes and glanced at her, took it without saying a word, took a sip into his mouth, rinsed his mouth, spit it into the trash can beside the bed, and put the cup on the bedside table casually.

"Fu Zheng! Your needle has returned blood!"

Wen Liang saw a small amount of blood coming back from the needle on the back of his hand, and quickly took his hand and flattened it.

His hands were cold, dry and bony, and a little uncomfortable.

Wen Liang adjusted the angle of the dropper and the speed of the drip. Watching the blood return to the blood vessels, he carefully put his hand under the quilt.

Fu Zheng watched her do all this in silence, the fire in his heart suddenly extinguished, he lowered his eyes, the corners of his lips raised unconsciously, and disappeared in an instant.

"Is there a baby warmer? Or a hot water bottle?" Wen Liang asked.

Fu Zheng shook his head, "I don't know, go and look for it in the drawer over there."

Wen Liang went to the drawer and found a hot water bottle.

She took a bag of hot water and carefully pressed it on the infusion tube.

After doing all this, Wen Liang asked worriedly, "Do you need me to call a doctor for you?"

"Need not."

The ward fell silent.

Wen Liang turned around and walked towards the door.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Fu Zheng's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes were gloomy.

She doesn't want to stay any longer and is in such a hurry to leave. Why does she hate him so much?

The door opens and closes.

Her figure was blocked by the door panel.

Fu Zheng closed his eyes, filled with anger, and waved his hand——

"Snap".

The glass on the bedside fell to the ground and fell into pieces.

"Uncle! I'm here to see you!"

Fu Shifan opened the door and trotted in.

"Be careful!" Fu Zheng stopped immediately.

Fu Shifan stopped, looked at Fu Zheng doubtfully, and tilted his head.

Fu Zheng pointed to the broken glass on the ground, "Fanfan, be careful not to step on it."

Wen Liang walked in behind her and immediately went to the corner to pick up the broom, "Fanfan, go over there. Auntie will sweep this place clean."

"Didn't you leave? Why did you come back?" Fu Zheng glanced at Wen Liang coldly, his voice cold.

Wen Liang was sweeping away the shards of glass. He raised his head and frowned at Fu Zheng, "Since you want me to leave so much, I'll leave right away."

Fu Zheng laughed angrily.

This woman must have done it on purpose!

Deliberately pissed him off!

Fu Shifan shook his head in disapproval, how could his uncle be so arrogant?

Doesn't this push Auntie out?

Look at the thin chicken boy, how sweet is his mouth when he screams like sister?

I can't let my uncle talk any more, or my aunt will go away in anger.

"Uncle, what's going on?" Fu Shifan took a step back and pointed at the glass shards on the ground.

Fu Zheng's expression softened a little, he put his fist to his lips, coughed lightly, and said softly, "Uncle wanted to drink water just now, but he couldn't hold it firmly."

"Uncle, why are you looking at Auntie Duck when you are talking to me?" Fu Shifan raised his head, blinking his round eyes with a curious expression on his face.

Wen Liang: "..."

She couldn't help but look up at Fu Zheng.

Their eyes crossed inadvertently.

Wen Liang immediately looked away and poured the glass shards in the handful into the trash can.

Fu Zheng said lightly, "Nothing."

The little girl rolled her eyes and said, "I know, my uncle must miss his aunt. It is said on TV that one day is like three autumns apart. After all, my uncle has not seen his aunt for several years, so he misses her very much and doesn't want her to leave." Sight..."

"Fu Shifan!" Wen Liang grimaced.

What kind of TV series does this girl usually watch?

At a young age, I know more than adults.

The smile on Fu Shifan's face froze, he closed his small mouth, crossed his index fingers, and said in a sweet voice, "Uncle, you have lost a lot of weight. I feel so sorry for you."

"When uncle recovers from his illness, he will change back."

"Uncle, let me get you some water!"

She went to get another cup from the coffee table, went to the water dispenser to get a cup of hot water, and handed it to Fu Zheng, "Uncle, here it is!"

"Thank you Fanfan," Fu Zheng took the water glass and shook it in his hand, "Fanfan, how do you feel about living with your aunt these days?"

"Auntie is so kind to me," Fu Shifan hummed as he climbed onto the hospital bed, his short legs swaying, "Auntie took me to a painting class yesterday..."

The little girl began to talk about the interesting things in the past few days.

Halfway through, she suddenly thought of something and changed the subject, "Uncle, Uncle Lu said you have stomach bleeding. Do you have a stomachache?"

Fu Zheng shook his head slightly and took a sip of hot water, "Uncle, your stomach doesn't hurt."

"It doesn't hurt? Is this blood vomited by ghosts?" Wen Liang said in a cold voice.

Fu Zheng touched his nose, "It doesn't hurt too much..."

Somehow, when he heard Wen Liang scolding him with a stern face, instead of being angry, he felt faintly and inexplicably happy.

It was as if the warmth and coolness at this time was close to him, not so far away.

Just like an ordinary married couple, the wife is criticizing her husband.

"Uncle, are you vomiting blood?! Let me rub it for you!" Fu Shifan's face was full of worry, and he stretched out his fleshy hands to rub Fu Zheng's abdomen.

Her strength was weak, and to Fu Zheng, it was like scratching an itch.

He curved his lips and smiled, holding Fu Shifan's little hand, "It doesn't hurt, uncle."

"Uncle, do you want an operation? Uncle Lu said you need a stomach incision. If you have a stomach incision, will you not be able to eat?" Fu Shifan frowned.

"Just cut a little bit, and you can still eat it later."

However, thinking about that scene, Fu Shifan still shuddered, "Then when will you have surgery?"