Are you sure you want to divorce me?

Wen Wenyao's wrist was painfully pulled by Han Yufeng, but he didn't speak, but looked at him with a smile, "I said it's fine, why are you so nervous?"

Han Yufeng raised his head and glared at him. He also realized that he was overreacting, and suddenly he couldn't hold back.He understands that even if he grabs Wen Wenyao's hand to see it now, he can't help much, because there is no medicine and no water.So he let go of his hand, and fell back sleepily, "Rinse it with cold water, and wait for the doctor to apply the medicine to you."

"Okay, I need you to apply the medicine for me later."

"Yeah." Han Yufeng's ears turned red.

In fact, Wen Wenyao's hand was really not serious, that is, it was spilled on a little place, and at most it was a little red and swollen.But Han Yufeng still didn't dare to be sloppy, and personally took the medicine and rubbed it on the back of his hands several times.

In the end, even Wen Wenyao couldn't take it anymore, took the bottle of medicine and put it on the bedside table for him, and said to the doctor, "He hasn't finished the medicine yet..."

Halfway through the speech, I suddenly remembered, and hurriedly took Han Yufeng's other hand to look at it, but saw that the blood on it had been wiped off at some point, but because the needle was forcibly pulled out, the back of the hand was swollen. Coupled with the sensitive skin of Han Yufeng's illness, it seemed to be a little more serious than Wen Wenyao's.

Wen Wenyao was so distressed that he didn't know what to do. He blamed, "Why didn't you say it? Doesn't it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

In fact, Han Yufeng didn't lie, it just looked scary, but it didn't hurt at all.But in the eyes of those who care about you, it's not like that at all.

In short, the two tossed and tossed, but in the end it was already very late.Because he was worried that Han Yufeng would not survive tomorrow, Wen Wenyao let him go to bed first.Han Yufeng had no objection to this at all. After all, besides the memorial service tomorrow, there is one more important thing, which is also John's "compensation" for himself.No matter how much this man gave him, Han Yufeng would never refuse, because this was also the deal he made with him, and it was also what John hoped for.

Before dawn the next morning, Wen Wenyao heard the commotion downstairs, and it seemed that many people had come.Not long after, Han Yufeng was woken up.He propped himself on the bed in a daze and was about to sit up when Wen Wenyao pressed him on the pillow.

"Slow down, don't rush. Is this going to be dizzy again?"

When Han Yufeng was sleeping soundly yesterday, the temperature rose again. It can be said that Wen Wenyao spent half the night again last night.So now that I say a few words, I have to yawn, as if I haven't woken up.

"Is anyone coming down here?"

"Probably so. Don't mention it, John is quite a big guy. After his wife passed away, not to mention his younger brothers, even a lot of people from the Taoist circle came, and I heard that there are also political and business circles."

"Of course. You're not here, so you don't know how powerful John is. But these will no longer exist in the future."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing. Get up, you help me."

"Ah? But it's still not bright yet. Let's sleep a little longer. Let's go down when it starts."

But before Han Yufeng could say anything, someone knocked on the door, and immediately said that the master invited them down.

Wen Wenyao: "..."

"Forget it, get up."

Lin's memorial service was really grand. Just as Wen Wenyao put Han Yufeng safely on the wheelchair, when he raised his head, he saw many familiar people. He was also looking at them. Although he was a little curious, those people were well-mannered. The upbringing still made them turn their heads and continue talking in a low voice after only one glance.

Without exception, they all wore black suits, with a white flower pinned to their pockets, with solemn and dignified expressions, whether they were pretending or sincere.

In the middle of the hall, there is a bucket of crystal coffin, and a circle of white flowers is placed around the crystal coffin.Although you can't see the scene inside, everyone knows who is lying there.

Han Yufeng was a little out of breath for a while, he unconsciously raised his hand and grabbed the collar, as if he wanted to tear off the button.This kind of action was discovered by Wen Wenyao in time, he quickly took his hand away, squatted down halfway, and unbuttoned the two buttons on the top of the shirt for him with his own hands.

"feelling better?"

"Yeah." Han Yufeng unconsciously clenched his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, "Xiao Yao, push me over."

"The memorial service hasn't started yet, will it be inappropriate for us to go in the past?"

Han Yufeng looked up at him, and Wen Wenyao was stunned by the unquestionable expression in his eyes. After a while, he had no choice but to compromise, "Okay. Then you have to promise me, don't get excited."

"Hmm." Han Yufeng thought to himself, how could he not be excited?He had conceived countless times to take revenge on her and make her completely regret it.Even after knowing this woman, he became unconscious later, but he still did not give up his plan.However, just when he was about to carry it out, he died so lightly.

It's like punching cotton with a punch, and it will block your heart for a long time.

Just as he was thinking, Wen Wenyao had already pushed him to the crystal coffin.Sure enough, their abnormal behavior quickly attracted the attention of other people in the hall.Now, they all gave up the topic they discussed just now, and whispered to the people around them, discussing who are these two uninvited guests?

"I saw them coming down the stairs, could they be relatives of the deceased?" one of them pointed out.

"It's possible. I seem to have seen the one in your wheelchair somewhere."

"where?"

"I can't remember. It's a pity that such a handsome and temperamental man is disabled."

"Yes, I saw with my own eyes that he was carried down by the man behind him."

"..."

The voices of those people's discussions were not deliberately lowered, although they were not very loud, but unfortunately, Wen Wenyao heard them just like that, and he immediately turned his head and glared at them.The person who was stared at probably also felt that talking about others behind their backs was not the work of a gentleman, so they stopped.

Lin was dressed up and lay neatly in the crystal coffin.She was wearing her favorite lace dress, with her hands crossed on her abdomen, her expression was very peaceful, without any trace of pain.

However, it is this kind of serenity that makes people feel even more unbalanced.

How can you leave the world so peacefully, without a word of explanation.

Han Yufeng's hand unconsciously clenched the hand that Wen Wenyao offered. At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the face of the person in the coffin, as if he wanted to poke a hole out of it.But it was just sitting like this for a long time without doing anything else.