Became the boss's sweet wife after divorce

In the middle of the night, what was He Shenming doing calling him?

Feng Yue frowned slightly. He and He Shenming had already made it clear what they needed to say, but he still called at such a late hour. Could something have happened?

Looking at the name that was always on on the phone screen, Feng Yue didn't know whether he should answer He Shenming's call or not.

The phone rang for a long time, and Feng Yue also thought for a long time.

After a while, the ringing stopped, and He Shenming sent another WeChat message: "Where are the stomach medicines at home?"

He Shenming clutched his stomach tightly, sweating continuously.

When he was in the bar, he fell asleep because he was drunk.

Fortunately, he brought a driver with him on his daily trips. Seeing that it was getting late, the driver went back to the bar to look for He Shenming. Only then did he find He Shenming and sent him home.

When He Shenming woke up, he felt his stomach twitching continuously and the pain was severe.

He Shenming has chronic gastritis, and occasionally his stomach hurts, and he will feel very uncomfortable, so he never takes off the stomach medicine at home.

But when He Shenming was struggling to find stomach medicine, he remembered that Feng Yue had packed up the things at home before.

In the past, if he had a cold or a stomachache, Feng Yue would definitely prepare the medicine for him and bring it to him.

But now, He Shenming has no idea where the medicines at home are kept.

There were many things in the past that He Shenming didn't take to heart.

After all, Feng Yue has always kept the house in order.

He was sick, and Feng Yue helped him get the medicine. When he went to the company in the morning, Feng Yue would help him choose the clothes to wear the next morning the night before.As long as he was at home, Feng Yue would go to the nearby supermarket to buy the freshest ingredients and cook for him.

Even though Feng Yue's cooking skills were really so-so, if it wasn't for Yi Yun's appearance, He Shenming would have never been picky about his cooking.

But now, only He Shenming lives in this family.

Feng Yue divorced him, and even Jingjing died. He Shenming never thought that this family would become so deserted.

Ever since he divorced Feng Yue, He Shenming never took the initiative to call Feng Yue.

It's not that I don't want to make a call, it's just that I don't know what reason to use to make this call.

Now that his stomach hurts badly, it can be regarded as finding a reason to make this call.

It was clearly in the middle of the night, but He Shenming still beat him with the strength of alcohol.

It's just that he didn't expect that Feng Yue didn't answer his call at all.

But He Shenming didn't want to give up like this.

Even if he couldn't find stomach medicine, Fan Feng Yue was still willing to answer his call...

He Shenming's thoughts were a little unclear. He clearly didn't know his real intention of making this call, but it seemed that as long as Feng Yue was still willing to answer his call, he would feel better.

Seeing that Feng Yue didn't answer his call, He Shenming still didn't give up.

He then sent a WeChat message.

When Feng Yue saw the WeChat message sent by He Shenming, his expression froze slightly.

Thinking about it carefully, although He Shenming would go back to live every now and then, everything in the house was handled by Feng Yue.

Not to mention stomach medicine, there are still a lot of things in the house. If He Shenming wants to find them, he may have to search for a long time before he can find them.

Since He Shenming called in the middle of the night to find stomach medicine, it is not difficult to guess that he must have suffered from stomach problems again.

Feng Yue casually replied to him on WeChat.

"The medicine cabinet is in the third cabinet under the wine cabinet on the left side of the restaurant."

In fact, He Shenming didn't have much hope. He thought that Feng Yue would not reply to his message, but he didn't expect that Feng Yue would come back.

Looking at the message he sent, the corners of He Shenming's lips twitched slightly, and a very pleasant smile flashed in his eyes.

But then Feng Yue sent another long message.

"I sorted out all the things in your house before. There are a lot of things. You may not know where I put them. I will write a booklet and send it to you in the morning tomorrow. You don't need to contact me to ask me These little things."

None of the words Feng Yue sent was concerned about He Shenming.

Instead, he seemed to be stating a certain matter very calmly.

In the middle of the night, Feng Yue finally fell asleep, and was disturbed by He Shenming.

Watching him ask him where he put the stomach medicine, Feng Yue just thought it was ridiculous.

If it was in the past, he must have felt very distressed. No matter where he was, even in the middle of the night, he would try his best to get back to He Shenming's side.

But now, when he looked at the WeChat message sent by He Shenming, he was able to maintain absolute calm.

When he really doesn't love He Shenming anymore, he won't worry about him anymore, and love him dearly.

But He Shenming was still in a happy mood when he saw Feng Yue replying to his first WeChat message a second ago, but when he saw the second WeChat message he sent, his face darkened.

According to what Feng Yue told him, he found the medicine box easily, and found stomach medicine from it.

But looking at the medicine in front of him, He Shenming clearly felt a severe stomach pain, but there was one place that seemed to hurt more than his stomach.

He didn't know if it was because he drank too much tonight, so he couldn't control his emotions.

He stared at the WeChat message sent by Feng Yue, his lips were tightly pursed, and his face darkened.

He was holding his mobile phone and wanted to say something. He was angry and wanted to vent.

So, taking advantage of his drunkenness, He Shenming called again.

How did Feng Yue think that He Shenming would do this? He frowned and looked at the call from He Shenming, feeling extremely conflicted.

In fact, he could completely ignore He Shenming, but what if something happened to He Shenming?

Otherwise, why did he insist on calling him?

Thinking of this, Feng Yue sighed helplessly: "Forget it, who told me to be so kind."

After all, he got through to He Shenming's call.

As soon as the phone was connected, He Shenming's drunken complaint came from the phone.

"Feng Yue, why are you so cruel, you say divorce, you get divorced, you say you don't love me, you don't love me..."

Feng Yue frowned tightly: "Did you drink tonight?"

"Aha..." He Shenming laughed self-deprecatingly, and continued: "Will you still care about me as before? Feng Yue, you have changed.

I'm so gentle, so considerate..."

When he spoke, his tone seemed to be full of complaints, but it was obvious that he was indeed too much.

"He Shenming, I didn't answer your call to listen to you complaining to me! Since you are just too busy and have nothing else to do, hang up!"

Feng Yue didn't want to chatter with him on the phone.

When Feng Yue said that he was going to hang up the phone, He Shenming became anxious, and he accused loudly: "Why! Why do you say divorce and get divorced! Why do you say that you hang up the phone? You have to hang up! Feng Yue, tell me, what are you doing? Why!"

Feng Yue is just a person from a small family, who is He Shenming?

The only son of the He family, the second largest family in Yancheng, is now the leader of the He family.

Why did Feng Yue leave as soon as he said that he would not love him if he said he didn't love him?

Why on earth would he make him so unwilling, make him always think about him and miss him!

The person he loves has always been Tong Yunjing, why does Feng Yue always hang around in his head without his permission!

Feng Yue never thought that He Shenming would suddenly go crazy on the other end of the phone.

He gritted his teeth and said, "He Shenming, don't you even look at what time it is! Why are you yelling at me when you call me so late?"

After saying these words, Feng Yue was still angry.

After all, the drowsiness that was finally born was disturbed by a drunk, and Feng Yue was annoyed.

So he continued to speak to the phone: "He Shenming, you heard me clearly. After hanging up the phone, I will delete all your contact information. As for the brochure I agreed to send to you, don't worry. Fortunately, I know your work email address, and I will definitely organize it and send it to your email address tomorrow!"

After Feng Yue finished speaking, before He Shenming could get back to him, Feng Yue hung up the phone without delay.

He Shenming stared blankly at his phone.

After confirming that Feng Yue hung up his phone, He Shenming's body staggered suddenly.

Why...what on earth is he!

His heart is very uncomfortable, but why is it so uncomfortable?

He just drank a lot of wine, but why is he so uncomfortable!

"No, I haven't finished talking yet, why should he hang up on me!" He Shenming said to himself, then picked up his cell phone casually, and dialed Feng Yue's cell phone number.

He Shenming really realized that Feng Yue wasn't just joking when he said that he wanted to delete his contact information when the artificial mechanical notification sound came from the phone.

Feng Yue blocked his mobile phone number.

After He Shenming reacted, he immediately clicked on WeChat again, and tried to send him a message through WeChat.

As a result, the system prompt content also appeared in the WeChat dialog box.

Feng Yue really deleted all his contact information.

"Deleted... He actually deleted it..." He Shenming muttered to himself.

He Shenming staggered towards the sofa in the living room.

When he walked to the sofa, his empty eyes swept across the empty sofa, and his thoughts faltered slightly.

It was as if Feng Yue appeared in front of his eyes again.

Feng Yue was sitting on the sofa, holding Jingjing in his arms, one person teasing the other cat, the scene was extremely warm.

But after just one glance, He Shenming came back to his senses, and when he looked closely, he found that there was no sign of Feng Yue on the sofa at all.

He Shenming's heart twitched fiercely.

His eyes were a little astringent, his eye sockets were reddish, and a tear fell out of his eyes unexpectedly.

He raised his hand and gently wiped the tears on his fingertips. He stared blankly at the tears on his fingertips, and for a moment he felt heartache so bad that even breathing was very difficult.

"What the hell happened to me?" he asked muttering.