After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

"Who are you talking about?"

A low and lazy voice sounded behind him, and Fu Lingheng appeared outside the ward door at some unknown time.

Being caught saying bad things about him, Li Fei felt mixed with shame and anger. His right hand holding the water glass tightened and loosened, then loosened and tightened. For a moment, he couldn't think of anything to refute, so he could only pretend that he didn't hear it, and turned around with a guilty conscience. Toward the window.

Why are you eavesdropping on other people's conversations?

However, just as the idea popped up, Fu Lingheng's eyes fell directly on her red rabbit eyes.

Seeing his thick eyebrows and frowning, Li Fei felt inexplicably frightened, like a child who had done something wrong and been caught by the teacher.

"Why are you crying?"

When he walked to the door of the ward, she only heard her saying that he was expressionless and dead-faced, so naturally he didn't know why she was crying.

"I'm not crying, the wind is blowing my eyes."

She denied it, but she couldn't deceive the vigilant man.

Within a few seconds, the ward was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and the air seemed to freeze.

Fu Lingheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his dark pupils as deep as an abyss, making it difficult to fathom.

After a while, he responded calmly: "Yes."

Li Fei raised his head blankly and looked into those dark and deep pupils.

He seemed to notice something strange about her, his lips curved slightly, he placed the food box he was carrying on the table of the hospital bed, and took out chicken soup and a few light side dishes from it, his movements were elegant and natural, as if he had done it thousands of times.

Looking at the old man on the hospital bed: "Grandpa, how do you feel now?"

"Much better. It's hard for you to think that I made a special trip."

Mr. Zhao had a smile on his face, his eyes fell on his hand holding chicken soup, and there was a hint of admiration in his old and cloudy eyes.

Young and promising, respectful and filial to elders, this quality is very rare!

"Should be."

Fu Lingheng replied quietly and handed the white porcelain bowl filled with chicken soup to Mr. Zhao, "I packed the chicken soup for you on the way here. Drink some of it while it's hot."

"Thank you."

Mr. Zhao nodded, reached out to take it, and smiled happily.

She was always a dignified man who needed to be cared for, but he would actually bring food and soup to her grandfather, and he would do it himself...

The style of this painting was so weird that Li Fei, who was standing aside, couldn't help but suspect that he was hallucinating.

By the time she came to her senses, Mr. Zhao had finished most of the bowl of chicken soup and was wiping the soup stains around his mouth.

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Outdoors, the moonlight is everywhere, the streets and alleys are filled with red lanterns, and fireworks soar into the sky, blooming brilliantly.

Fu Lingheng hired two professional nurses to take care of Mr. Zhao around the clock. He also greeted the hospital director to ensure Mr. Zhao's recovery progress.

After arranging these, Li Fei no longer insisted on staying the night.

"What to eat?"

The dim street lights stretched the shadows one behind the other into long shadows. Fu Lingheng followed her, and every step he took would fall on her shadow accurately, without any delay.

Li Fei paused, turned to look at him, and said in a calm tone: "There is a hot and sour noodle shop across the street that is delicious..."

She didn't have much appetite, but her stomach had already growled in protest. If she had to eat something, the hot and sour rice noodles would definitely be her first choice.

After thinking about it, a man with such a distinguished status as Fu Lingheng would definitely not condescend to accompany her to eat that kind of street food, so he changed his mind: "There seems to be a Western restaurant on the left, let's go eat steak."

As soon as his foot took half a step to the left, he was pulled back. Li Fei turned sideways and stared at him, frowning slightly: "What are you doing?"

"Go eat hot and sour noodles."

Fu Lingheng spoke softly and pulled her towards another street.

Li Fei: "Are you really going to eat hot and sour noodles?"

Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, Li Fei quickly stopped him: "That store is an old store with many people, and the environment may be different from your usual dining environment..."

She wanted to prepare him mentally so that he wouldn't develop mysophobia and stand in front of other people's stores with a cold face and create hatred.

However, Fu Lingheng didn't listen to her words at all, and just pulled her away with a firm attitude: "Whatever you can accept, there is nothing I can't accept."

The implication is that if she can eat it, so can he...

This store is located in a relatively remote location, but the taste is really good. There is still a long queue outside at seven or eight o'clock.

"Please give in, I want to pay the bill!"

"Sorry, there are a lot of guests today."

"No. 48, please come and pick up your meal yourself."

"........."

Fu Lingheng took a look at the surroundings. The sewer was right next to it. There were two large trash cans less than 20 meters away. There were also various plastic bags and kitchen waste piled around. They were dirty. There was not even a clean bench to be found, it could simply be described as dirty and messy.

His brows were so frowned that he could kill several flies. He was obviously a bit unacceptable.

Just when Li Fei thought he would turn around and leave, he didn't expect him to take the initiative to queue up...

Wearing an expensive suit, with his feet on the dirty ground, broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a cold and aloof aura, he looked particularly out of place when standing with many ordinary people.

"My little brother is so handsome. Which university do you go to? Can you leave me your contact number and make friends?"

A female college student who was about to arrive in line suddenly turned her head and glanced at Fu Lingheng, and came over to strike up a conversation with a shy expression.

She wears a black leather jacket, has straight and slender legs, is above average in appearance, has dreadlocks, and slightly heavy makeup, giving her a cool look.

"Okay, but you have to let me jump in line."

Fu Lingheng's voice was low and gentle, with no emotion audible.

As soon as the other party saw that there was something going on, he immediately gave up his position and invited him over.

Li Fei stood not far away and watched. He saw the man quickly packing two portions of hot and sour noodles and telling the female college student a series of numbers before walking towards her calmly.

There were just two empty seats outside. Fu Lingheng put down the hot and sour noodles, took out a handkerchief and wiped the seats carefully before letting Li Fei sit down.

"Eat."

"Mr. Fu is really a good-natured person. He is approached by people wherever he goes. Even at twenty-six, he is still recognized as a college student and asks for his contact information."

"Mrs. Fu is jealous?"

"Why should I be jealous of you?"

Li Fei lowered his head and smacked his noodles, soaking the hot and sour soup into his mouth, which instantly made his whole heart feel more comfortable. "But, Mr. Fu is quite good at flirting with girls. I'll give it to you on the phone."

Fu Lingheng raised his eyebrows, smiled slightly, took a sip of the soup, and said on purpose: "The vinegar smell is very strong."

"..."

During the ten minutes that the two of them sat down to eat powder, many girls came over to strike up a conversation, but they were all persuaded to leave by his attitude of freezing to death.

Li Fei completely lost his appetite, put down his chopsticks and left first.

Fu Lingheng stepped forward with two long legs and grabbed her arm. His tone was gentle, yet overbearing.

"Angry?"

Li Fei shook him off and walked forward alone, "You are thinking too much. I am just a little tired and want to go home and sleep early."

"I didn't give my phone to another woman."

"..."

Still ignore him.

Fu Lingheng smiled helplessly, followed behind and tried to hold her hand, but was ruthlessly thrown away.

Finally, he simply pulled her into his arms, and a magnetic and sweet voice came from above her head: "The phone number I gave is Xiangchuan."