He went to get another car and set off again a few minutes later.
Ruxiang put on light makeup in the room, looked around, and then lay down on the bed again.
Ruxiang's mother sat on the side and watched, and couldn't help but mutter: "I don't know when he will divorce. Even if he knows that you are going to die, he is still dragging it out. Xiangxiang, does he really love you?"
When Ruxiang heard what happened, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty, but he smiled and said: "Of course he loves me, otherwise how could he have been guarding me for so many years?"
"I don't think it's because he loves you, and if he knew you..."
"Okay, go back quickly, he will be here soon!"
Ruxiang interrupted her mother's words, waiting for Fu Yanye to arrive.
Ruxiang's mother looked at her daughter's stubborn look and sighed again: "Have you two had sex?"
"Mom! We're not married!"
Ruxiang suddenly sat up irritably and yelled angrily.
"If he loves you, how can he restrain himself after so many years? It's not like you're not good-looking!"
Ruxiang's mother said angrily and then stood up and left.
Ruxiang suddenly became irritable and wanted to be violent, but in the end he just threw himself heavily on the hospital bed.
There was nothing sick about her face at this time, but just unwillingness towards a man.
It's not like she never took the initiative and begged him pitifully to take her.
But he doesn’t want it!
Fu Yanye's car arrived at the hospital parking lot, but when his phone rang again, he could not leave.
There was sudden thunder in the sky. He looked at it and started the car again.
Soon after, Ruxiang received another message from him, "I can't make it!"
With just four words, Ruxiang couldn't help but tremble and threw down the phone. Could it be that the sexy pajamas in her hospital gown still couldn't wait for him to uncover them?
When Zhuo Jian came out of the shower, she found it was raining. She went to the window to take a look, and then wiped her hair dully until a car drove towards her building. Zhuo Jian froze while wiping her hair, feeling heartbroken.
It also sank.
how......
It seems to be his car?
The car was parked in the parking lot downstairs, and the people inside came out holding umbrellas.
She couldn't see clearly, the rain curtain was a bit heavy, but the man disappeared quickly.
It shouldn't be him!
Maybe it's just the same car?
He should be in his apartment with a sea view by now.
Zhuo Jian wiped her hair half dry and suddenly lowered her head in frustration.
She was very disappointed with herself because she could think of him all the time.
When the doorbell rang, she thought she was hearing something.
She approached holding a towel.
The door opposite opened, "Who is it?"
But it quickly closed again.
Zhuo Jian stood by the door, holding the wet towel with both hands, her hair covering half of her pretty face, and only her clear eyes staring at a certain place.
"Knock knock!"
The door rang twice more.
Her heart also trembled.
Is it really him?
so late?
Thinking about him forcibly kissing her in the car, she couldn't help but pursed her lower lip, and then frowned in pain.
The door rang again. She let go of the towel with one hand, put it gently on the door handle and asked cautiously: "Who?"
There was no sound outside the door, but the door opposite opened again, and a woman with a loud voice shouted: "It's very noisy, you know?"
Zhuo Jian realized that the problem was serious and immediately opened the door.
The woman opposite saw her opening the door and slamming it shut, and the man's dark eyes immediately fell into hers: "You, why are you here?"