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1192. Chapter 1192 The Recovery of Love 5

That was indeed the seven-year itch.

Whether it was because he was busy and didn't attend the Harvard graduation ceremony, or whether he suddenly hung up her phone impatiently that day... There was a time when he was indeed upset, not just because of work, nor because of the environment he was in...

...It's not even because of any third party...It's just that suddenly, I feel that I don't miss her so much, and I don't feel so urgent...the passion is no longer strong...and I also lose the urgent lovesickness I once had.

Because that thing already belongs to you, there is no longer any suspense - therefore, it cannot attract too much effort and attention from you.

Every love and marriage will encounter a bottleneck period.

At that time, he was in this bottleneck period, but he didn't know it.

Until the bad news came.

Overnight, you suddenly find that your time deposit has disappeared and you have lost all your money.

Everyone can understand that stocks have lost money.

However, if the fixed deposit goes out of business, it will become big news.

The state will also compensate time deposits, right?

It was then that he panicked.

After half a year of searching, I almost went crazy with frustration.

At that time, he was frightened: the best thing between husband and wife is not the distance, but staying together.

For him, the seven-year itch disappeared while he was searching for it.

For her, it was just the beginning.

He was suddenly frightened. He had known it for a long time but refused to admit it: Huang Xiaojue had unknowingly surpassed him - he was her first love. The two had also talked about getting married. She wanted to fall in love with him again.

, this is very, very easy.

Especially, when he attended the Harvard graduation ceremony, at that moment, he was far beyond Wang Donglin.

Just like on New Year's Eve, when she heard the sound of a car, she rushed out of the cabin and shouted in surprise: "Xiaojue...Xiaojue, is that you?"

At that time, he automatically ignored this, but now, it was a thorn in his back.

Fortunately, the guy disappeared without a trace long ago.

If he was really involved in that mysterious plane crash, he would probably never be able to appear in public again in his life.

Even so, Wang Donglin didn't dare to relax a little. He sat on the sofa until the darkest time before dawn and fell asleep again.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn.

It was the weekend, it was cloudy again, and the sky outside the window was very dark.

Yan Xixi is still lying down.

But seeing that her arms were habitually placed outside. He frowned slightly, walked over, pulled the quilt and covered her. However, he soon realized that something was wrong. He stretched out his hand and touched it. Good guy, his forehead was extremely hot and his face was all hot.

Burned red.

He was anxious: "Take care... take care..."

She turned over and said weakly: "I'm so thirsty... I want to drink water..."

Even his voice became hoarse.

He hurriedly poured a glass of warm water for her. She held it weakly, drank it in a gulp, and was about to fall down again, but he supported her and said softly: "Xixi, you have a cold, you must have some tonsillitis.

I'll take you to the hospital to have a look..."

"It's okay... I won't go..."

"You have a high fever."

She was still very determined: "I won't go...I don't want to go..."

Because she had no strength left in her body, and her lips were dry and cracked. She couldn't help but push Wang Donglin away, and lay down again and fell asleep.

The doctor came, prescribed some medicine, and gave her an injection.

Wang Donglin asked: "Is it okay not to go to the hospital? She has such a serious fever..."

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