But all he could think about was the lines of words that had just appeared on the screen of Sheng Xin's phone.
There wasn't much content in their chat, but those short words reminded him of her gentle words.
Now, is she using the gentlest tone to persuade another man to drink less?
My throat suddenly tasted a fishy-sweet taste.
He held the wine glass to his lips, trying to suppress the discomfort in his stomach.
As soon as the wine touched his lips, his stomach twitched.
Soon, the cup was placed forcefully back on the table.
The door was opened from the inside, and he ran out, but only took a few steps.
The staff member Su Bai arranged to take care of at the door was immediately frightened. After a few seconds, he reacted and immediately took the intercom: "Mr. Fu fainted."
His face was covered with vomited blood.
In the colorful lights, his dark black eyes gradually lost their luster.
How long?
One year?
Like a thousand years.
He doesn't want to and doesn't look at it.
Whether he didn't want to or didn't dare, he never argued, anyway he didn't know.
But at that moment, all the memories suddenly rushed into my mind, and a mouthful of blood that seemed to have been blocked in my heart for a long time finally came out.
He returned to that afternoon.
As soon as he arrived, Lin Ruxiang let go.
At his feet was a woman covered in blood, and outside the window was his son who fell and did not survive.
Which one is not his true love?
One is the woman he has been associated with since he was young, and the other is his blood and flesh and blood relationship with that woman.
He really should have thrown Lin Ruxiang into the sea.
Or as long as this is the case, she will no longer speak softly in the arms of other men, or be squeamish and charming.
twin?
There was a ball of heat in his brain, and soon he finally lost consciousness.
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the next morning.
Sheng Xin was still watching the news when the housekeeper suddenly came to his side and whispered.
Sheng Xin turned to look at him inquiringly, and his subordinate whispered: "He is in the hospital now."
"Don't let Madam know."
Sheng Xin only said this lightly.
The butler nodded and left.
Hospitalized?
The first thing that came to Sheng Xin's mind was, is it a cruel trick?
Fu Yanye woke up before dawn. When he opened his eyes, he immediately knew that he was in the hospital.
But he was unusually calm.
It's like he doesn't know anything about Zhuo Jian and Sheng Xin.
He just came to the city where she lives.
Very, very close to her.
There was a strong wind outside, accompanied by raindrops as big as pearls, which knocked hard on the windows.
Su Bai leaned against the window and looked outside. The whole city seemed to be enveloped by the coming typhoon.
"How about we go get Sister Jian back."
Su Bai felt heartbroken when he thought of Fu Yanye's appearance last night. After enduring it for a long time, he finally made this suggestion.
"Take it back? Will it hurt her more if you take it back?"
Fu Yanye asked coldly.
"But he said that little sister Jian has amnesia. Anyway, little sister doesn't remember anything. Can't you just take her back and love her well?"
Su Bai said.
Fu Yanye's mind was full of the way she looked at him with disappointment, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I don't deserve it."