"Fu Yanye is hospitalized. A top boss in City A is hospitalized. Do you really think that no one knows? It's just that they don't dare to report it."
Sheng Xin explained.
"So that's it."
Zhuo Jian nodded after thinking about it, turned around and left.
Sheng Xin looked at it and stretched out his hand to hold her anxiously, "Ajian."
Zhuo Jian turned around and saw his frustrated and pleading eyes: "Is there anything else?"
"Can you swear you don't know who that woman is?"
Sheng Xin really had no other choice. There was a woman with his seed hidden somewhere, and he could never accept it.
"Why should I swear this to you?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him with cold eyes and looked down at where he was holding her, "Let go."
"You know how important that is to me."
Sheng Xin continued to talk to her pitifully.
"Sheng Xin, if you still want that hand, take it away from my wife's hand immediately."
Suddenly a familiar voice came.
Both of them looked outside.
Fu Yanye suddenly appeared wearing a hospital gown.
Zhuo Jian immediately shook off Sheng Xin, but of course Sheng Xin didn't dare to stop him anymore.
"Why did you get out of bed?"
Zhuo Jian nervously ran over to hold his strong arm and asked him.
"..."
Sheng Xin's heart was full of holes.
She is the one who cares about Fu Yanye, even though Fu Yanye once made her covered with bruises.
He even suspected that it was not Fu Yanye but Zhuo Jian who suffered from amnesia.
Otherwise, how could she stop worrying about that man?
"Because someone wants to steal you."
Fu Yanye looked at her with indescribable stubbornness in his eyes.
Zhuo Jian felt hot and whispered: "What nonsense are you talking about? He just asked you where you hid his woman."
"Why should I hide his woman? At most, that woman has only had a relationship with him. Could it be that this is the first time for Mr. Sheng?"
"..."
Sheng Xin suddenly turned pale.
Zhuo Jian also looked at Sheng Xin curiously, and couldn't help but asked curiously, "No, is this really the first time?"
"How can it be?"
Sheng Xin suddenly puffed up his chest.
"Then what do you have to ask? Maybe there are many illegitimate children out there."
Fu Yanye suddenly said irresponsibly.
"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't."
Sheng Xin immediately explained.
Zhuo Jian looked at Sheng Xin, then at Fu Yanye's expression, and sighed helplessly, "Two childish ghosts."
"Don't be friends with this kind of person in the future. And I heard that he hid our son for more than a year and made our life miserable. He should be considered our enemy."
Fu Yanye tried to speak fluently to Sheng Xin again, and reminded Zhuo Jian in a serious manner.
Zhuo Jian: "Yeah, that's right."
"You, you, you and your husband are working together to bully me, right? Ah Jian, Fu Yanye, forget it, you know me."
"I don't understand it at all."
Zhuo Jian hugged Fu Yanye's arm and expressed his position to Sheng Xin.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at Zhuo Jian's performance, feeling very pleased.
Sheng Xin was heartbroken for a while, and couldn't help asking her vindictively: "Who brought you home from the hospital and took good care of you? When you were so weak, he personally fed you soup in front of your bed, and when you wanted to die,
I hugged you and comforted you over and over again, and I even wore my underwear for you. Are you so ungrateful?"
Zhuo Jian was shocked, his face turned pale, he hesitated for a long time, raised his eyes to look at Fu Yanye's increasingly dark face, and finally held back the words for a long time: "Don't talk nonsense, when did you help me put on my underwear?"
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"Socks are considered close-fitting clothing."
"Socks...how can socks count?"
Seeing Sheng Xin's behavior, Zhuo Jian planned to start a fight between her and Fu Yanye. She remembered that her face was red and her neck was thick.