Zhuo Jian ended the phone call with Zhang Mingliang and looked at him, "Cheng Nuo went to Shengyuan, probably to find you."
"Huh? Or find someone else?"
Fu Yanye felt a little headache when he heard those two words.
"Who else does she know in Shengyuan?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked.
"Liang Yu?"
Fu Yanye frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly thought of that person.
When Liang Yu was mentioned, Zhuo Jian looked at him, smiled at him, but quickly turned cold.
"Get up and drink medicine first. If the fever doesn't go away, we'll go to the hospital."
Fu Yanye said, going to help her.
Zhuo Jian immediately climbed up on his own and reached out to hold the cup for himself.
Fu Yanye stared at her, held her hand and pressed it down. He held the medicine and said to her, "Aren't you dizzy after getting up so quickly?"
"I want to take medicine."
For those who are about to faint when they wake up in the morning, I have no choice but to say this.
"I'll come, just open your mouth and drink."
"I can't even take some medicine by myself? I won't drink it anymore."
Zhuo Jian became angry and turned away from him as he spoke.
Fu Yanye looked at her and smiled helplessly, "Aren't I afraid of burning you?"
Her hands were still burned by cigarette ashes.
After hearing this explanation, Zhuo Jian asked him again, "If it was really that hot, you could just put it there."
The water for making medicine cannot be too hot at all.
"You're still so angry when you're sick. It's really... drink it, I feel bad."
Zhuo Jian glanced at him when he wanted to complain, and Fu Yanye immediately changed his tune.
Feeling distressed?
Zhuo Jian stared at him, then looked away helplessly. If he really felt sorry for her, they wouldn't be able to get to this point.
Now at her age, his few words of concern could no longer move her.
Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered the hot search in the morning, and then looked at him again, "You asked someone to post the hot search this morning, right?"
Fu Yanye glanced at her and suddenly smiled, "Drink the medicine first."
Zhuo Jian just doesn't drink.
"Drink the medicine first, and I'll tell you right away, okay?"
He tried to coax her.
Zhuo Jian wanted to get the answer, so he took the medicine and drank it.
This time he didn't say anything more that he wanted to feed her, and just watched her drink the medicine.
As soon as Zhuo Jian pursed her lips, he raised his hand and wiped her lips gently.
Zhuo Jian stared at him, feeling that he didn't need to.
Fu Yanye, while wiping her mouth, admitted to her: "Yes."
"..."
Zhuo Jian became angry and continued to stare at him in disappointment.
"If you can find someone to help you with your divorce lawsuit, of course I can also find a way to save my marriage, right?"
This may not sound like much at first, and he seems to be very reasonable, but in reality he is saying, I don’t care how you file the lawsuit, you cannot interfere with the freedom I want to restore.
"..."
Zhuo Jian had nothing to say, so he turned around and lay down again.
Fu Yanye was still sitting there. When the lawyer told him that he might lose the case, he had no choice but to make this move.
"Isn't our family good? Your grandparents dote on you, your parents support us, and the children are sensible."
He still said.
"Everything in this family is good except you."
Zhuo Jian muttered.
Fu Yanye's mouth moved, a bit tasteless.
It didn't take long for her fever to go down after drinking the medicine, and she went out while Fu Yanye was going to the video conference.
She doesn't like being in the old house. It's hard to say exactly when she started to dislike it.
Uncle Zhou was cleaning the car. When Zhuo Jian saw it, he immediately ran over and whispered before getting into the car, "Uncle Zhou, Uncle Zhou, get in the car quickly."