Aren't you going to get a divorce?

As soon as Wei He got out of the subway, he took a huge suitcase, hurriedly took a taxi, and headed to the hospital.

It was the rush hour, and the traffic was so congested that the half-hour drive was abruptly extended by two hours.

Wei He stepped into the gate of the hospital, and received a message from Aunt Cheng, saying that Yan Muqiu had just woken up, maybe the place where he was undergoing surgery after the anesthetic was in pain, and his temper...was a little bad.

Auntie said it tactfully, but Wei He knew that according to Yan Muqiu's temper, being a little bad means being very angry.

He smiled bitterly and put the phone back in his pocket.

He understands what Aunt Cheng means, Yan Muqiu has a bad temper now, she wants Wei He to wait for Yan Muqiu's anger to subside before coming back, so as to avoid being scolded.

But Wei He knew in his heart that no matter when he went, Yan Muqiu would lose his temper whenever he saw him.

No reason.

Putting away the bitterness in his eyes, Wei He told himself, there is no way, who made him like him?

Don't like the kind of dignity.

Walking into the elevator, there is a mirror hanging inside.

Wei He inadvertently raised his head and looked at himself.

Messy hair, bangs soaked in sweat, sticking to the forehead in strands, the face is full of oily shine and exhaustion, the clothes on the body are messy, and there is a heavy suitcase in the hand.

I haven't seen you for a few weeks, and he is going to meet Yan Muqiu with this appearance?

After getting out of the elevator, Wei He went to the bathroom, tidied up briefly, and managed to make himself look a little pleasing to Yan Muqiu.

He took a few deep breaths, tried to pull himself together, then turned around and went to the ward.

After finding the VIP ward where Yan Muqiu was, Wei He hesitated for a while, but he still didn't open it directly, but knocked on the door cautiously.

After a while, Aunt Cheng opened the door, and when she saw Wei He, she subconsciously looked back at Yan Muqiu who was lying on the bed.

Yan Muqiu turned his head out of the window, and from Aunt Cheng's perspective, he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Auntie Cheng closed the door, leaving herself and Wei He outside the concierge, she said softly to Wei He: "You are here, then I will go back first, and I will bring Mr. Yan's food later, and his surgical wound It hurts, I'm getting angry, be careful."

Wei He and Auntie thanked, "I see, Auntie."

When Aunt Cheng left, Wei He pushed the door softly and entered, the wheels of the suitcase in his hand rubbed against the ground making annoying noises, Wei He paused, put the suitcase in the corner, and then walked to Yan Muqiu's hospital bed.

Yan Muqiu didn't respond from the beginning to the end, as if he didn't hear anyone coming in at all, he tilted his head with a cold expression on his face.

Seeing his appearance, Wei He sighed slightly, and couldn't help thinking that if the person who came was Zhong Xin, then Yan Muqiu would definitely not have such a reaction.

After being silent for a long time, Wei He couldn't help but speak first, and said softly, "Are you hungry? Do you want me to buy you something to eat first?"

When he heard Yan Muqiu exhale heavily, he seemed very impatient, "Wei He."

Wei He looked at him without blinking.

Yan Muqiu finally turned his face around, but still didn't look at Wei He, "Wei He, Zhong Xin has returned home."

Wei He's hanging hand trembled subconsciously, and unconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Yes."

When Zhong Xin returned to China, he already knew about it.

Yan Muqiu said: "Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yeah." Wei He felt like a stupid elementary school student, and he would just nod stiffly in response to what Yan Muqiu said.

Yan Muqiu told him to get out.

Because Zhong Xin has returned to China, Yan Muqiu's Bai Yueguang came back to look for him.

For so many years, Wei He has accompanied Yan Muqiu for so many years, lived with him in a rented house, accompanied him to pay off his debts, accompanied him to undergo surgery, but in the end, he was no more than a Zhong Xin who had disappeared in his world for ten years!

Wei He loved Yan Muqiu for ten years, and Yan Muqiu also loved Zhong Xin for ten years.

He was suddenly sad.

Wei He would rather Yan Muqiu lose his temper at him, and he wouldn't be as sad as he is now.

Wiping his face with his hands, Wei He tried to wipe away the wrinkles and fatigue on his face, Yan Muqiu was right, he should get out.

He told himself that it was time to end, he should have ended with Yan Muqiu long ago!

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a well-dressed lady trotted in, her sharp high-heeled shoes stepped on the ground and made an abrupt "da da" sound, constantly impacting Wei He's fragile eardrums.

"Son is awake?" Yan Muqiu's mother paused when she saw Wei He, a strong displeasure suddenly appeared in her eyes wearing colored contact lenses, she gave Wei He a hard look, then changed her face, looking When talking to his own son, he suddenly softened: "My son is suffering, why does it hurt?"

Behind her was a middle-aged man who looked like Yan Muqiu.

Wei He was originally sitting on the stool, when he saw the two get up: "Uncle, Aunt."

No one pays attention to him.

As expected, Wei He told himself, don't care and don't be sad, he just had another reason to leave Yan Muqiu.

Yan Muqiu's parents dislike him very much.

There were three members of the family, and Wei He left with self-knowledge: "I'm going to buy some fruit."

After speaking, it didn't matter whether anyone heard it or not, and went out the door directly.

No one would care anyway.

A gust of cold wind blows, Wei He has a severe headache.

He hadn't had a good rest during his business trip for the past few days, and when he learned of Zhong Xin's return home, Yan Muqiu had a car accident again, and many things were messed up in Wei He's mind, which made him frustrated and irritable.

Feeling exhausted, Wei He simply didn't think about it, numbly lifted his legs, and went downstairs to buy fruit at the entrance of the hospital.

The floors where Yan Muqiu was located were all VIP wards, and those who could live there were rich people, so there were not many patients. Wei He walked along the corridor for a long time, and saw more medical staff than patients.

A patient came out of the ward, Wei He turned sideways to make way for others, and when he passed by, he heard the other party say to the person on the phone: "My girlfriend has been working hard to take care of me in the hospital these days, and I plan to leave the hospital Then propose to her, do you have any good suggestions?"

Wei He's body trembled uncontrollably all of a sudden, he couldn't hear what the person on the other end of the phone was answering, only heard the man say again: "That is, I am so lucky to meet this kind of woman who loves me to death, for sure Cherish it!"

When the people gradually walked away, Wei He exhaled slowly. He moved his stiff arm, and there was a scar left by the burn on the back of his hand.

It was left by Wei He after an accident in order to cook for Yan Muqiu.

It's a pity that Yan Muqiu didn't know anything about it.

He also loved Yan Muqiu for so many years, and served him without complaint for so many years, why, why Yan Muqiu didn't even want to look at him until now?

Weihe thought, am I not doing well enough?But I've tried my best, Yan Muqiu, what do you want from me?

"What do you want from me?" A violent male voice suddenly sounded, Wei He was taken aback suddenly.

The voice came from the ward that Wei He just passed by, Wei He looked over subconsciously.

The door is ajar, and you can see the scene inside.

A tall man was standing by the hospital bed, looking at the very delicate man on the bed. The man's face was a little irritable, but more helpless.

As if sensing Wei He's gaze, the man suddenly turned his head and looked at Wei He.

Wei He was taken aback by his eagle-like sharp and fierce eyes.

This is a very handsome man, he should be of mixed race, with deep and three-dimensional facial features, carrying an aura of calm and prestige.

The gazes of the two met were instantly closed, Wei He hurriedly turned his head, found the elevator and pressed the down button of the elevator.

Recently, the price of fruit has been soaring, and Weihe will pay 100 yuan less if he buys some casually.

When he was walking back, he was stopped by someone.

"Xiao He, since you're back, why don't you go home first, and then come to the hospital to see that man?"

Wei He thought to himself, he probably met all the people who hated him and the people he hated today.

Turning around, looking at the middle-aged man opposite, he said calmly, "Uncle."

Wei Shangkun nodded, frowned and looked at Wei He, "Why do you look like this? What's the difference between you now and the trash picker I met at the hospital entrance just now?"

Wei He was uncomfortable being watched by him. Although he was a little haggard, it was not impossible to see, and there were no homeless people at the entrance of the hospital.But Wei He didn't have the heart to refute, and said directly: "What can you do with me?"

Although Wei Shangkun is his uncle, Wei He has never been in the habit of going to Wei Shangkun's house, and he has never regarded it as his home, so Wei Shangkun must have other reasons for coming to him.

Wei Shangkun looked around and raised his chin at the empty seat beside him, "Go and sit there, I have something important to tell you."

Weihe didn't move.

Seeing his hesitation, Wei Shangkun sneered: "What are you doing? Are you rushing up and posting? Does anyone care about you? That's fine, I'll just say 5 minutes, don't blah blah blah."

Wei He really wanted to throw the fruit onto Wei Shangkun's fleshy face.

But he didn't because fruit is expensive.

As soon as he sat down, Wei Shangkun couldn't wait to say: "I think you and that Yan Muqiu are completely out of luck, right? This is just right, and I have arranged a marriage for you."

Wei He's eyes widened in disbelief, "What did you say?"

Wei Shangkun: "Marriage, that is, marriage. The other party is the young master of the Ji Group. He is a good-looking talent. He is also a mixed race. He is two years younger than you. He is very suitable for you."

Wei He was puzzled: "Why... so suddenly? And, why... is it me?"

Wei Shangkun said: "What happened suddenly? You still look like this at the age of 30. I let you marry him because I think you are the best match for him. What a great opportunity, isn't it? Nephew, you have to take good care of it. Xiaozhen wanted to marry me, but I didn't let her marry, but gave you this opportunity."

Wei He didn't believe a word Wei Shangkun said.

Wei Zhen is Wei Shangkun's most beloved daughter, and she always responds to every request. He refuses to let his daughter marry him, which only shows that there must be something wrong with this young master of the Ji family.

Wei Shangkun reached into his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes. He paused when he saw a no-smoking sign on the pillar next to him, and took out one in his hand, "I said nephew, anyway, Yan Mu Qiu doesn't want you again, and you are quite old, with such a good thing in front of you, how can you still hesitate?"

Wei He was also a little stunned, if it was before, Wei Shangkun asked him to marry a stranger, Wei He would definitely refuse.

Because at that time his heart and eyes were full of Yan Muqiu.

But now, although Wei Shangkun's words were difficult, they were like needles piercing him fiercely.

He knew what Wei Shangkun said was right, Wei He is 30 years old today, and everyone says he stands at [-], but now he has no career, no love, no RV, nothing...

If he agrees to this marriage, can he completely put Yan Muqiu down?

Weihe asked himself.