"People like me will only drag you back. You don't want to take me with you even if you do anything."
Zhuo Jian knew he was selfish, but she didn't expect him to be so strong.
"I insist on taking it."
"Fu Yanye, don't be so forceful and push people to death."
"Zhuo Jian, if you don't want to survive the next time you are in trouble, I will even dig your parents' graves for you. If you don't believe it, try it."
Fu Yanye suddenly held the back of her neck, threatening her in a domineering manner that brooked no resistance.
He had wanted to say this to her for a long time.
His breathing began to tighten, and looking at her tearful but hateful eyes, why didn't he?
When he learned that she didn't want to wake up, he secretly thought that if she dared to die, he would break into the underworld.
Their affairs are not over yet in this life, she wants to just let it go?
The whole world agrees, but he, Fu Yanye, disagrees.
Zhuo Jian's chest boiled. He was forced to have no choice but to accuse: "Fu Yanye, you bastard, selfish devil, get out of here."
"How do I get started? Do you know how I felt when I heard the doctor say that you showed no signs of wanting to wake up? Zhuo Jian, if you dare to die, even Fu Chengqian will never have a better life."
Zhuo Jian was speechless and just pushed him hard.
"Um."
She tasted blood on her mouth as tears fell.
Fu Yanye accidentally touched her when he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.
But he didn't care, he was afraid that she would really abandon him.
The forbearance and restraint of the past few days suddenly collapsed at this moment.
"pain."
In the darkness, the woman finally squeezed out a word of helplessness from her throat.
Fu Yanye suddenly stopped the kiss. Remembering that she was still injured, he immediately asked her nervously: "Did you touch your wound?"
Zhuo Jian was speechless, but tears kept flowing.
During the day, she had the urge to make do with him, but late at night, why did she want to stay away from him?
Fu Yanye went to hold her face, but his hands were filled with tears.
He trembled and whispered against her forehead: "I'm sorry, I'm going to call the doctor."
"No, the wound is not open. Fu Yanye, what do you want me to do to let you go?"
Zhuo Jian asked him in a low and hoarse voice.
The wound hurts, and the heart hurts too.
How long are they going to be like this?
The room finally became quiet again.
But fell into a long period of loneliness.
Later, while Zhuo Jian was half asleep and half awake, she heard a whisper in her ear.
"Happy birthday, wife! Don't give up on me."
Or maybe it's a dream.
——
Early the next morning, the weather was not bad.
She was the only one sleeping lightly on the hospital bed, while the other person answered the phone and left.
In the high-end ward downstairs, there was a man lying lifeless on the bed.
Zhang Mingliang said: "I drank a bottle of red wine last night and went racing, and then it became like this."
Yan Zheng and Fu Yanye looked at him speechlessly. Yan Zheng even asked him: "Why did you have a fit last night?"
Su Bai didn't say anything, and didn't dare to say it either.
Last night he wanted to go find Zhuo Jian, but he was afraid of scaring Zhuo Jian, so he turned around and went racing.
Fu Yanye thought of yesterday and just asked: "Where is the gift?"
Su Bai was startled and looked up at him.
"Don't you want to give a gift? I'll give it to you."
Fu Yanye continued.
Su Bai looked at him in disbelief, and so did Zhang Mingliang.
Yan Zheng asked without knowing anything: "What gift? To whom?"