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

Fu Zheng carried Wen Liang to the car, put her in the back seat, and looked at her carefully.

The forehead is a little red, and there are two band-aids on it casually. The left side of the face is red and swollen, with five clear fingerprints on it, and the right foot...

He raised Wenliang's right foot and wanted to take off the boot. Wenliang wanted to take his foot back, but he held down his calf.

After taking off the boots, even though the socks were still on, you could still see the swollen ankles.

In short, the whole person looked very embarrassed.

Fu Zheng's eyes were dark and he asked in a calm voice, "What's going on? Where did you get these injuries? Who hit you?"

Wen Liang was silent for a few seconds, "Don't worry about it."

"Warm and cool!"

Meeting Fu Zheng's questioning eyes, Wen Liang turned away and closed his eyes.

Fu Zheng: "..."

He was helpless and angry.

If she didn't tell him, wouldn't he know?

Who on earth could make her suffer injustice and hide it for that person?

Fu Zheng didn't drink at all during the party, and the secretary who helped him with the drink had been sent back. He drove to the hospital, carried Wen Liang to the orthopedics department first, put her on a chair, and explained his purpose.

The doctor raised his warm right foot and pressed lightly on the red and swollen area, assessing the situation and asking, "Does it hurt to press like this?"

Wen Liang said, "A little bit."

"What about here?"

"One thing, doctor, if you press lightly, it may hurt if you press too hard."

"That's right, then I'll press harder." The doctor said with a smile.

Wen Liang didn't take it seriously, only thinking that the doctor was joking. Unexpectedly, the next second, the doctor fixed her ankle and pressed hard on her ankle——

"what……"

Caught off guard, the physiological tears of warmth and pain came out.

Fu Zheng quickly supported her and held one of her hands, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Liang burst into tears, "Well..."

It hurts so much.

Looking at her red eyes and aggrieved expression, Fu Zheng laughed.

Wen Liang withdrew her hand from his.

He still laughs? !

The doctor put down the warm ankle and said, "Try walking on the ground to see if it still hurts?"

Wen Liang carefully placed her right foot on the ground, stood up holding the table, limped for two steps, slowly moved her weight on her left foot to her right foot, walked slowly to the door, and then walked back.

She smiled happily, "It seems the pain doesn't really hurt anymore, thank you doctor!"

The doctor said, "You're welcome, as long as it doesn't hurt anymore."

As for the injury on her forehead, the doctor treated it, put a square piece of gauze on it, and prescribed medicine.

After getting back into the car, Fu Zheng fastened his seat belt and asked, "Send you back?"

"How about you take me to the restaurant? My car is still there..."

"Give me the key and I'll have someone drive it back for you tomorrow."

"Okay, Fanfan is at the old house, so go pick her up first."

Fu Zheng transferred to the old house.

Wen Liang picked up her phone and looked through the WeChat group for photography courses.

There happens to be a photography class tonight.

Wen Liang asked for leave from the teaching assistant.

At this time, the class is not over yet. There are not many people talking in the WeChat group, so they are probably taking the class seriously.

Fu Zheng parked the car at the door of the old house, and the two got out of the car together. They went in and talked to the old lady for a while, and then took Fu Shifan out.

When she was approaching Wenliang Community, she said, "Just stop at the east gate."

You can only park on the roadside there, and you can't park for a long time.

Fu Zheng still couldn't tell what Wen Liang meant. She just used him as a driver and let him go as soon as he was delivered.

He said, "No, it's too far from your unit and it's too cold outside. It's better to park directly in the underground garage."

"It's actually not that far..."

Fu Zheng drove into the underground garage without saying a word.

Wen Liang curled his lips and said nothing.

For the sake of helping him tonight, let him go up.

After parking the car, Fu Zheng pushed the door down and consciously followed Wen Liang and Fu Shifan into the elevator.

When she arrived at the flat floor, Wen Liang took off her boots, took out her mobile phone, hung her down jacket on the hook next to her, and went straight to the kitchen.

There are quick-frozen dumplings in the refrigerator, warm and ready to make some for myself.

Fu Zheng stood at the door of the kitchen, saw her movements, and said, "I just talked and didn't eat much in the evening, so order some dumplings for me."

Wen Liang turned around and glared at him.

Fu Zheng curled his lips and smiled, then turned and returned to the living room.

Suddenly, Wen Liang's cell phone on the table rang.

Fu Zheng walked over and took a look. It was a WeChat message.

When the screen is locked, you can only see that the person who sent the message noted that his name is Dongzhe, but you cannot see the specific message.

Fu Shifan told Fu Zheng that Dongzhe was the photographer of Wenliang News' photography class, and she planned to go with Dongzhe to collect photos.

But Zhu Fan and Fu Shifan would also follow. Fu Zheng didn't think much about it. He just felt that Wen Liang really wanted to learn photography.

"Come in and get the bowl!"

A warm shout came from the kitchen.

Fu Zheng walked in, came out with a bowl in one hand, and placed it on the table.

Wen Liang followed behind, holding chopsticks and a bowl with vinegar and minced garlic in his hands.

The two of them were sitting on the sofa eating dumplings. Fu Shifan next to him became more and more greedy. Finally, Fu Zheng took a clean bowl and picked a few for her.

After eating, Fu Zheng had no reason to stay here anymore and reluctantly left.

Before leaving, he did not forget to turn around and say, "Remember to apply medicine on the injury on your forehead on time."

Wen Liang didn't say anything and closed the door directly.

With a "click", the door in front of Fu Zheng turned into a door panel. He touched his nose and called the elevator to the garage. After getting into the car, he didn't rush to start the car. Instead, he sent a message to Special Assistant Yang and asked him to check it out. Wen Liang was at the restaurant tonight.

After Wen Liang put away the dishes, she snuggled into the sofa comfortably, picked up her phone and unlocked it, and saw the message from Dong Zhe: "Why didn't you come to class tonight?"

Wen Liang replied, "Sorry, I have something to do tonight, I will make up for it."

"Well, there is courseware in the group. If you don't understand, you can ask me."

"Thank you."

Wen Liang thought for a while and then said, "Zheshen, have you confirmed the time for the collection of songs you mentioned last time?"

Dongzhe: "Didn't I ask you to call me Brother Dongcheng?"

Wen Liang: "Brother Dongcheng."

Dongzhe: "The time hasn't been determined yet, what? Do you have a problem with time?"

"Well, I have something to do in the next month. At present, I only have time tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

Wen Liang glanced at Fu Shifan next to him and prayed that Dong Zhe would have time in these three days, otherwise he would have to wait a month. The little girl couldn't wait so long.

The little girl had a conflict with Fu Qingyue and stayed here for so many extra days just to collect news. She didn't want to disappoint the little girl.

"Okay, I have something on hand. I'll take care of it tomorrow morning. I'll set off after lunch and stay in Ningqing for two days. Do you think that's okay?"

"Okay, thank you, Brother Dongcheng!"

Wen Liang looked at Fu Shifan and said, "Fanfan, we are going to collect scenery tomorrow!"

Fu Shifan looked up from the cartoon and raised his hands happily, "Yeah!"

Wen Liang also informed Tang Shishi and Zhu Fan.

On the morning of the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Wen Liang simply packed his luggage.

Zhu Fan came over with his luggage and had lunch together. The three adults and Fu Shifan drove to the highway intersection.

There was already a black car waiting on the roadside, and standing next to it was a young man wearing a dark plaid coat and a scarf.

Looking at the man from a distance, Tang Shishi exclaimed, "Damn, that can't be Dongzhe, he's so handsome!"

Wen Liang glanced at the man and looked at the license plate number, "Tang, that's the car. Stop it."

Tang Shishi parked behind the black car.

Wen Liang pushed the door open and got out of the car, closed the door, "Zhe...Brother Dongcheng?"

When she saw the photo in the WeChat group before, she felt that Huo Dongcheng looked a bit like Fu Zheng. No, he was older than Fu Zheng. It should be said that Fu Zheng looked like him.

Now that I see him in person, I feel even more similar, especially the facial features, they are exactly the same.

Huo Dongcheng walked over, looked at Wen Liang's familiar face, and smiled, "Ah Liang."