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

As December approaches, the weather becomes colder.

As the months become increasingly warm and cool, the number of shooting tasks has decreased a lot, and the number of visits to the studio has also decreased. Most of the affairs are handled at home.

In addition to Wen Liang, the studio also hired several photographers to be responsible for shooting in different directions.

After Fu Zheng moved in, Aunt Wang and Fu Shifan also moved to the large flat upstairs.

As soon as the little girl gets home from school, she comes to Wenliang's place skipping and jumping. After dinner, she plays with Tuantuan for a while and then goes upstairs to sleep.

There was no change in Wen Liang's life, except that there was an extra person to help at night.

On the first night that Fu Zheng moved in, Wen Liang woke up in the middle of the night.

"Are you hungry?" Fu Zheng also woke up.

Wen Liang felt it and nodded, "A little bit."

"What to eat?"

"casual."

"I remember there's some seaweed in the fridge. Can we have sushi?"

"can."

Fu Zheng threw back the quilt and got out of bed.

After the door opened and closed and the footsteps faded away, Wen Liang climbed out of the warm bed.

Just as he was about to get out of bed, Fu Zheng suddenly pushed the door open and asked, "What do you want to eat... Why are you up?"

"I need to go to the toilet."

Recently, she has been waking up more often at night.

Fu Zheng walked over quickly and held her arms and waist, "I'll help you over."

Only then did he realize that she was woken up by suffocation, not hunger. He was afraid that she would fall accidentally because she was just waking up and feeling groggy.

"I can do it myself."

"Better be careful."

Wen Liang had no choice but to be supported by him to go to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the toilet, she put her hand on the elastic band of her pajamas, but saw Fu Zheng still standing there motionless.

When she looked up, Fu Zheng was looking at her seriously, with no intention of leaving at all.

Wen Liang said hurriedly, "Okay, you can go out now."

"What are you going out for? Once you're done, I'll help you back."

Wen Liang felt as if he was struck by lightning: "...You go out, you can come back later to help me back."

Although she and Fu Zheng had already maintained a distance, she really couldn't let Fu Zheng watch her go to the toilet.

"Are you sorry? Is there anything about you that I haven't seen? To be fair, you can also look at me..." Fu Zheng knew that Wen Xiaoliang was shy and teased her on purpose.

"No one wants to see you!" Wen Liang covered his dog mouth with one hand.

Fu Zheng smiled and took her hand away, "Okay, I'll go out now."

He turned and walked out, closing the door for Wen Liang.

Not long after, Fu Zheng heard the sound of flushing inside, and he bent his fingers and knocked on the door twice, "Okay? I'm coming in?"

"Ah."

He pushed open the door and saw Wen Liang standing in front of the sink washing his hands.

After she dried the water on her hands, Fu Zheng helped her back to bed, asked her about her favorite sauce, and went to the kitchen.

After the sushi was ready, Wen Liang woke up dazed and realized that he had squinted again.

She took the plate and chopsticks, picked up a piece of sushi and took a bite, and asked, "Do you want to eat it? I can't finish these?"

"you eat first……"

Fu Zheng had just sat down on the edge of the bed when he heard the cell phone on the bedside table ringing.

It's his cell phone.

Fu Zheng picked it up and took a look, then answered the call directly and responded in English, "What's the matter?... No, I'll leave her alone for now. I'll see her when I want to... I hung up."

He put the phone back on the table.

Wen Liang asked casually, "International call?"

The clock on the wall showed three o'clock in the morning.

Fu Zheng said, "Well, didn't I feel something was wrong with this cooperation? Didn't I go? My subordinates went, and there was indeed a problem. Now the people over there called to make peace and wanted to see me."

"Oh, didn't you say before that you would personally deal with it in a few days?"

"Well, let's talk about it later." Fu Zheng lowered his eyes and said lightly.

The person who called was the caregiver from the mental hospital because Fu Qingyue kept clamoring to see him.

After Wen Liang ate four pieces of sushi, the remaining four pieces were finished by Fu Zheng.

This is what happened on the first night.

After that, the second night, the third night, the fourth night... Every time Wen Liang got up at night, Fu Zheng helped her to the bathroom and then helped her back.

Two to three times a night.

Wen Liang began to worry that Fu Zheng didn't get enough rest at night. She could sleep until she woke up naturally, but he had to go to the company every morning.

Fu Zheng said it was okay.

"Are you really okay?" Wen Liang said, "I seemed to hear you go out to answer the phone again last night?"

It was just that she was sleeping so deeply at that time that it was only vaguely visible.

"Well, it's okay."

Seeing Fu Zheng's insistence, Wen Liang stopped talking.

Before going to bed, Fu Zheng received another cross-border call from his caregiver.

The nurse was very anxious on the phone, "Mr. Charles, Ms. Fu is making a fuss again. She asked me to tell you that if you don't answer the phone, she will slit her wrists and commit suicide. She will also tell the media about your wife's affairs, ruin your wife's reputation, and make you bear the crime of forcing your mother to death."

Fu Zheng frowned after hearing this, stood up and walked out slowly, "Let her be, don't do this kind of thing in the future..."

"Oh no! Mr. Charles, Ms. Fu really cut her wrists! There's so much blood, someone come quickly... Mr. Charles, why don't you answer the phone?"

Before Fu Zheng could speak, the nurse on the other side of the phone suddenly became flustered.

After closing the door, Fu Zheng came to the karaoke bar and replied in a cold voice, "If you cut your wrists, go find a doctor. If you make trouble again, give me a sedative. Don't call me again. If you can't do it, find someone else."

"check……"

The nurse wanted to say something else, but suddenly there was a rustling noise, and along with the nurse's shouting to stop him, another hysterical voice came out of the microphone, "Fu Zheng! I'm your mother! Let me out now, do you hear me? I warn you, if you don't let me out, you will bear the consequences!"

The volume suddenly increased, and Fu Zheng subconsciously moved the phone further away from his ear and pressed the hang-up button.

Fu Qingyue seemed not to hear the mechanical sound in the microphone, and yelled frantically into the phone, "Speak! Answer me! Answer me! Do you still know that I am your mother?!..."

The nurse grabbed the phone and was about to snatch it away, but Fu Qingyue bit his arm, causing him to grimace in pain.

Fortunately, the nurse arrived in time and together they held Fu Qingyue down. After an injection of sedative, Fu Qingyue stopped struggling and screaming.

Fu Zheng glanced at the screen of his mobile phone, and Fu Qingyue's heart-wrenching roar echoed in his mind.

It was a long time before Fu Zheng returned to the room.

Wen Liang had already fallen asleep. When she heard the voice, she frowned slightly, turned over with difficulty, and muttered, "You're back?"

"Well, go to sleep." Fu Zheng lifted the quilt, lay down beside her and hugged her.

Wen Liang wrinkled his nose, opened his sleepy eyes, and looked at him suspiciously, "No, I seem to smell cigarettes, are you smoking?"

"..."

Fu Zheng tilted his head and sniffed his shoulder, "Anything else? I'll go outside for a while."

With the help of the bedside lamp, Wen Liang looked at his expression and asked, "Did something happen to you? Why are you smoking suddenly?"

Fu Zheng got off the bed and moved away from Wen Liang. "It's still the matter in Philadelphia. It's a bit tricky. I'll go there the day after tomorrow and I'll take care of it."

"Oh."

However, on the second night, Fu Zheng still received a cross-border call from Philadelphia.

On the phone, the nurse's voice was anxious, "Mr. Charles, Ms. Fu is missing!"