My bad ex-husband scolded me for being infertile? A wealthy man got married again and had two babies

It was already late at night when Fu Zhencuo received Bai Lang's call.

Xu Yansang was awakened by the ringing of the phone. She sat up and stroked her heart in shock. "Who's calling? Is Feng Zheng in trouble?"

Although she didn't show it, she was still hung up on it.

Fu Zhenzhuo hugged her quickly and said, "It's not Feng Zheng, it's a work call. I'll go out and answer it. You go to sleep first."

Xu Yansang nodded. Although Fu Zhen had gone out, she had no mood to sleep. She leaned against the head of the bed, worried.

After a while, Fu Zhenzhuo came in and said to her, "There was a problem with a batch of goods shipped from the UK at the port. I have to go and deal with it. It's not a big problem, don't worry, you can just go back to sleep."

Xu Yansang was relieved when she heard that it was really about work, "Okay, go ahead."

But for some reason, after Fu Zhenzhuo left, she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Her heart was pounding, probably because she was scared by the phone call. Xu Yansang forced herself to close her eyes, and after a long time she finally fell asleep again.

But Fu Zhencuo drove all the way to the hospital.

When he got to the second floor, Bai Lang was waiting for him there. When he saw him coming out of the elevator, he hurried over to greet him, "Brother Fu."

"How are you doing?"

Fu Zhen asked.

Bai Lang's eyes were filled with sorrow. "He's fine. He was found in time and was just rescued. He's still in a coma. The doctor said that being in a coma at this time is a good thing. It will allow him to have a good rest."

Fu Zhen walked over and looked through the glass of the ward. Feng Zheng was lying on the bed with a plaster cast on his leg and a bandage around his wrist.

Mr. Feng and Mrs. Feng were inside with him.

Bai Lang hesitated and said, "Brother Fu, I didn't tell them that I asked you to come. I was afraid that you didn't want to see them."

Fu Zhen nodded, retracted his gaze, and looked at Bai Lang, "Let's go for a drink?"

Bai Lang was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "Okay."

In the bar, Bai Lang started talking after drinking a glass of wine. He sighed and said, "I really don't know what he was thinking. I didn't see it before. How could he have such a low tolerance? She's just a woman. Is it that serious? He treated himself so badly and even cut his wrists to commit suicide. Doesn't he want to live?"

His eyes were red, and he cursed non-stop, "He's just a coward, he doesn't even have the courage to start over. I lose face if I'm friends with him. Damn it, why is he so fragile? He thinks death is the end of everything? Du Qiqi is still alive, his parents are still alive, his relatives are sad and his enemies are happy, but he can't understand such a thing!"

Fu Zhenzhuo drank in silence without saying anything.

Bai Lang suddenly shed a tear. He wiped it away hastily, looked at Fu Zhenzhuo as if nothing had happened, and asked, "Brother Fu, can't you really give him a chance? He...he is quite pitiful. After all, we have been brothers for so many years..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Lang couldn't continue. His voice was choked with sobs, and he couldn't continue.

Life is so dramatic. We thought we would be good brothers for life, but suddenly we broke up.

He could no longer speak for Feng Zheng. He kidnapped Brother Fu in the name of brotherhood time and time again, but in fact Feng Zheng never regarded Brother Fu as a brother.

When things are good, everyone is fine. But when something really happens, you will know whether he is a human or a ghost.

Fu Zhenzhuo didn't say much and pretended not to hear Bai Lang's words.

The drinking session lasted for more than two hours. Fu Zhenzhuo put down his glass and handed Bai Lang, who was already drunk and crying and laughing, to Mao Qi. Before leaving, he said to Bai Lang, "Separation and reunion are inevitable in life. Just have a clear conscience."

Bai Lang's misty eyes trembled slightly.

He was very drunk, but in fact, he was not that drunk. He just took advantage of the drunkenness to avoid those things.

But Brother Fu saw through him. Those words were meant to comfort him, but they were also Brother Fu's self-comfort.

It was already four o'clock in the morning when Fu Zhenchuo returned home.

He was not sleepy and sat alone in the living room. He drank a little too much tonight and had a severe headache. He was about to get up and pour a glass of milk when he heard the bedroom door open and Xu Yansang opened the door and walked out.

She turned on the living room light, walked up to him, smelled a strong smell of alcohol, got up, went to the refrigerator to pour him a glass of milk and brought it to him.

Fu Zhenzhuo looked at her with concern, "Why didn't you sleep? Can't you sleep? I'm fine. I just drank some wine. I'll be fine after a rest. You go to bed first. Staying up late is not good for your health."

Xu Yansang smiled and said nothing, but sat down next to him. Seeing this, Fu Zhenzhuo sighed, "Don't be stubborn, go to bed first."

Xu Yansang looked at him, smiling but with an unconcealable pain in her eyes. After a while, she suddenly said, "A-Tsao, are you sad?"

Fu Zhenzhuo was stunned.

Xu Yansang said softly, "Everyone will feel sad. It's no big deal. You are a human being, not a saint. It's normal for you to feel sad when your good brother stabbed you in the back. Don't be so hard on yourself. I won't laugh at you."

She walked forward and hugged Fu Zhenzhuo gently, "If you feel sad, you can cry for a while, I will accompany you."

This was the first time Fu Zhencuo was held in her arms.

He is a seven-foot tall man, calm and hard, his edges are sharp and ruthless, and he has not known what tears are since he was a teenager.

But at this moment, being hugged by such a petite body, his eyes actually felt hot.

But it was impossible for him to cry. He was Fu Zhenzhuo, and he had encountered too many similar things. In the first few years after returning to his ancestral home, he encountered such things almost every year. He treated others as friends, but no one treated him as a friend.

After so many years, my heart has become hardened.

But when Xu Yansang hugged him, the slightest warmth seemed to melt the ice in his heart, and he suddenly wanted to talk.

"Feng Zheng met me sixteen years ago. At that time, I was abroad and all the people I met and interacted with were foreigners. He and Bai Lang were the only Chinese. We helped each other and trusted each other all the way from middle school to university, and then returned to China. We each chose to develop in different industries."

Friends for sixteen years.

Xu Yansang asked, "What happened to him tonight?"

"He cut his wrists," Fu Zhen closed his eyes, still feeling a little hot in his eyes, and sighed, "He came to see me twice for Du Qiqi, and he was also involved in drugs. This time, it was definitely him who took the initiative to crash into the car. Assistant Huang said that he admitted it himself. He wanted to make things difficult for me and didn't want to see me so happy... Haha."

Xu Yansang thought that something happened to Feng Zheng, but she didn't expect Feng Zheng to be like this.

In her impression, Feng Zheng was a gentle doctor with strong medical skills and extensive connections. In order to become a doctor, he resolutely gave up inheriting the family business.

Such a person has now become a drug addict full of resentment?

She gently stroked Fu Zhenzhuo's back, "He may be pitiful, but he doesn't deserve sympathy. You have given him too many chances."

Fu Zhen nodded. Strangely enough, his depressed mood became much better after being comforted by Xu Yansang. He picked up the milk beside him and drank it. He kissed Xu Yansang on the forehead and said softly, "I'm fine. You go to bed first. I'll take a shower and go to bed."

Xu Yansang smiled and said, "Okay."

She turned around and went back to her room, not noticing that Fu Zhenmu was looking at her back deeply with a smile on his lips.

She has changed a lot. Fu Zhenmu feels that even if he gives her the chance to divorce now, she probably won't bring it up again.

Doctor Gao deserves to be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple. I will send him a few more banners later.

The next day, Chen Ranxing came to see Xu Yansang early. She had very little luggage, just a carry-on suitcase. Xu Yansang was surprised, "Why don't you bring a few more nice clothes?"

Chen Ranxing waved his hand, "It's the same if we buy it right away."

She seemed like she was worried about something and wasn't very excited about going out to play.

Xu Yansang thought it was because of Gao Yuan and didn't ask any more questions.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Zhen sent the two people to the airport.