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

Soft and warm lips touched her, and Wen Liang's heart trembled slightly.

Fu Zheng sucked her lips, turning them red.

The tip of his tongue pushed against the teeth, competing for the sweetness in her mouth.

Wen Liang put her hands on his shoulders, brushed her fingers through the clean stubble on the back of his neck, and responded to him emotionally.

Their breaths intertwined.

The sound of breathing in the closed compartment became heavier and heavier.

Fu Zheng's breath was hot, and his big hands couldn't help but slide down her curves.

Wen Liang suddenly woke up, raised her hand to stop him, and said vaguely, "No, we are outside now."

Fu Zheng had to stop his movements, sucked the warm lips heavily, and left slowly.

A transparent silver thread was pulled open, and as Fu Zheng stepped away, it broke off from the thinnest part and fell on the collars of the two people, adding an ambiguous atmosphere to the narrow carriage.

Fu Zheng took a deep breath and immediately started the car, holding the steering wheel tightly with his slender white fingers.

Halfway through the car, Wen Liang looked at the street view outside the window and realized that this was not the way to the hospital.

"Aren't you going back to the hospital?"

Fu Zheng turned to look at Wen Liang and smiled lightly, "Go home tonight and go to the hospital tomorrow morning."

"Alright."

The car drove into the Xinghewan Villa and stopped in the courtyard.

Fu Zheng unbuckled his seat belt, loosened his collar, and leaned forward eagerly towards Wen Liang. He pursed her lips, licked and bit her, their tongues connected, their fluids mingled, and their breath was lingering.

He unbuckled Wenliang's seat belt smoothly, held Wenliang on his lap, pressed the back of her head with one hand, and lifted the hem of her skirt with the other, and reached in.

"Um... um..."

Wen Liang closed her eyes, holding his collar tightly with both hands, her cheeks were burning hot, her breathing was heavy, and she was almost out of breath.

Fu Zheng's hot kiss went down from the base of the warm ear, kissed her neck, collarbone, and pulled open her collar.

She was so hot that she trembled all over.

She knew clearly in her heart that she could not go on like this, otherwise she would only sink deeper and deeper.

But she couldn't control herself. She couldn't resist Fu Zheng's approach every time.

When I was confused and lost, someone suddenly knocked on the car window, "Sir, why don't you go in?"

It was my aunt's voice.

Wen Liang and Fu Zheng suddenly woke up and looked at each other.

Fu Zheng responded hoarsely, "I understand."

He helped Wen Liang tidy up his clothes. His eyes were as dark as ink, and there was a strange heat in them, "Go to the room?"

"Ah."

Wen Liang blushed and nodded slightly.

The two of them got out of the car together with a tacit understanding.

The aunt was surprised and asked, "My wife is back too?"

"Ah."

Watching the two of them enter the living room one after another, the aunt suddenly wondered, why did the two of them get down from the driver's door together?

The two entered the room one after another.

Fu Zheng couldn't wait to press Wen Liang against the door panel, lowered his head and kissed her, his tongue passionately inserted into her mouth and danced wantonly, sucking the tip of her tongue domineeringly.

The whole body was enveloped by the male aura, Wen Liang's face flushed, his hands were placed on Fu Zheng's shoulders, his whole body was hot, and he responded to him with his eyes closed.

Fu Zheng clung to Wen Liang's body, quickly took off her dress with his big hands, picked her up horizontally, strode to the bed and put her on the bed.

He stepped onto the bed with one leg, kneeling on both sides of Wen Liang's thighs. He neatly took off his suit jacket and threw it under the bed. He pulled off his tie and pressed it down.

His lips fell on her earlobe, which was sucked until it turned red and glistened with water.

The kiss moved to the base of her ears, slowly down her neck, to her collarbone, to her chest...

He lifted up Wen Liang's upper body, reached out to lift her back, threw the bra to the ground, and leaned forward to kiss her.

"Well...be gentler..." She was worried about the child.

When Fu Zheng heard this, his movements became lighter as expected, but the eager kisses came down densely.

Wen Liang closed his eyes, his mind was in chaos, as if he was floating in the boundless sea.

She trembled, couldn't help but puff out her chest, and inserted her hands into Fu Zheng's hair.

The atmosphere in the room was ambiguous.

Clothes were thrown to the ground haphazardly.

Everywhere was filled with the intertwined gasps of men and women.

Fu Zheng took Wen Liang's hand, put it on the belt around his waist, and said in a low voice, "Untie it for me."

"Um……"

Wen Liang's mind went blank and he could only follow his instinct to untie his belt.

Suddenly, a cell phone rang, breaking the silence of this life.

Wen Liang regained consciousness for a while and pushed Fu Zheng: "Your mobile phone..."

Fu Zheng said in a hoarse voice: "Don't worry, continue."

The phone rang for a while and then stopped automatically.

Within two seconds, it sounded again.

Fu Zheng frowned, rolled over from Wen Liang and got out of bed, picked up the suit jacket on the floor, took out the mobile phone inside, looked at the screen of the mobile phone, and answered the call, "Hello, Miss Wang?"

I don't know what to say on the other end of the phone.

Fu Zheng's face became more solemn, "Okay, I understand, I'll be here right away."

He immediately put on his clothes, put on his coat, and said to Wen Liang on the bed, "I have to go out for something."

"What's the matter?" Wen Liang covered herself with a quilt, half-supporting her body, "Do we have to go so late?"

Fu Zheng paused while arranging his clothes.

"Ms. Wang, it should be Wang Yan, right? What happened to Chu Siyi?"

Seeing his silence, the passion in Wen Liang's eyes had calmed down, and his whole body was cold.

"Siyi is missing."

"Missing? Then you should call the police first. It won't help if you go there now?"

Or should Chu Siyi just wait for him to find her?

"Siyi's condition is unstable. It is very dangerous for her to leave alone. Moreover, she is a public figure. Calling the police will have an impact on her. I will find her as soon as possible. I promise you, I will come back when I find her."

Seeing Fu Zheng's firm expression, Wen Liang felt a sting in his heart.

The so-called concern is chaos.

This was probably Chu Siyi's excuse for calling Fu Zheng over. She understood it, but it was a pity that Fu Zheng couldn't understand it.

In his eyes, he couldn't let Chu Siyi make the slightest mistake.

He will not come back.

She knew in her heart that Fu Zheng would never come back after leaving.

"What if I don't want you to leave." Wen Liang bit her lip and mustered up the courage to say.

"Wen Liang, don't be willful."

"Have you forgotten what you promised grandpa?" Wen Liang held her breath in her heart. She wanted to fight for it again.

He was thinking about Chu Siyi in his heart. Whenever something happened to Chu Siyi, he would rush to her side quickly, so what was the point of agreeing to get along with her?

What's the point of having a husband who could be called away by another woman at any time?

"I just promised grandpa to get along well with you, but I didn't make any promises. Moreover, life and death are at stake now. In this case, do you want to make trouble with me?"

Fu Zheng's face turned cold, with a somewhat impatient expression on his face, and he turned around and strode away.

The door closed with a bang.

Wen Liang's body softened and he lay on his back on the bed.

So cold.

It seemed that the temperature had dropped in the past few days, but she still felt cold under the quilt. She shivered all over and couldn't help but bury her head in the quilt.

He said, be gentle and don't be willful.

He said, I just promised grandpa to get along well with you, but I didn't make any promises.

Every word he spoke was like a sharp sword, piercing Wen Liang's heart with holes and blood dripping from his heart.

She tried all her courage, but she got words like this.

It turned out that she wished too much.

The harmony in the past few days made her relax her vigilance, and she almost forgot about Chu Siyi and the gap between her and Fu Zheng.

With Chu Siyi here, even if she and Fu Zheng don't divorce, their lives will never be stable.

She shouldn't be greedy for this kind of warmth. She should have understood why she doesn't have a long memory!

Wen Liang curled up and lay on the bed, feeling cold in her heart.

She tossed and turned with her eyes closed, listening to the ticking of the clock. She didn't know how long she lay there, but she still didn't feel sleepy.

She didn't know when she finally fell asleep slowly.

When she woke up the next day, she was alone in the bed.

The sheets next to her were neatly arranged, and it was obvious at a glance that no one had been there.

Wen Liang looked up at the clock on the wall, it was already past nine o'clock.

She packed herself up and went downstairs.

"Madam, wake up. I'll prepare breakfast for you."

"Sir, have you ever come back?" Wen Liang asked softly.

"No, sir has never come back." Auntie sighed and shook her head.

"I see."

With a heavy heart, Wen Liang sat down on the sofa and glanced at the phone screen, but there was no message.

After breakfast, near ten o'clock, Wen Liang asked the driver to take him to the hospital.

The driver stopped the car downstairs at the hospital. Wen Liang got out of the car and walked upstairs. He inadvertently glanced at the familiar license plate number.

She thought she had seen it wrong, so she looked over again to confirm that she had seen it correctly.

That's Fu Zheng's car.

Didn't Fu Zheng go find Chu Siyi? Why in the hospital?

Wen Liang went upstairs and before entering the ward, he heard a familiar voice coming from inside, "Grandpa Fu, Grandma Fu, I still remember the last time we met, Grandpa Fu asked me if I like to eat hairy crabs. After so many years, Grandpa Fu has his own destiny and will definitely get better."

It was Chu Siyi's voice.

Wenliang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar for a moment, his whole body seemed to be frozen, and he stood there at a loss.