Xiaozhen's husband looked at his wife tenderly throughout the whole process, waiting for her to do her bidding.
When Lu Wanwan saw this, he was inexplicably envious.
Just then, her cell phone rang.
Xiaozhen couldn't help but ask: "Did Mr. Fu urge you to go back?"
"Well, it's possible." Lu Wanwan said, "Xiaozhen, I'm afraid I won't be able to visit your home tonight. I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future." Xiaozhen did not dare to compete with Fu Shuo, so she said instead: "Then take these gloves and don't catch a cold."
Lu Wanwan held the woolen gloves that Xiaozhen forced on her. She didn't know why, but she suddenly wanted to cry.
Before that, when Fu's mother targeted her and Fu Shuo misunderstood her, her heart was numb and she didn't even want to cry.
However, when Xiaozhen thrust these rough-made gloves into her arms and forced her to accept them, she almost lost her guard.
Lu Wanwan subconsciously clutched it tightly, as if holding on to a hard-won warmth.
"Wanwan, why are you so dazed? If you don't answer the phone, Mr. Fu should be anxious!"
As Xiaozhen's voice sounded, Lu Wanwan came to her senses. Her cell phone had been ringing for a long time.
After saying "goodbye" to Xiaozhen's family of three, Lu Wanwan turned around and answered the phone.
"Hello......"
"it's me."
The next second, a deep voice sounded.
But it was not the "Mr. Fu" Xiaozhen imagined, but another man.
"Li Jingchen..." Lu Wanwan's eyelashes trembled slightly and she whispered out the other person's name.
Li Jingchen asked displeasedly: "Why don't you reply to Qing Ling's message? Do you know how worried I am about you?"
"I..." Lu Wanwan had a lump in her throat. She wanted to go back, but Fu Shuo didn't give her the chance.
"You said you didn't want to see me during this period, and I agreed. You also asked me not to call you, and I agreed, but my concession was not to let you play with me missing!"
The more Li Jingchen talked, the angrier he became, and he almost roared later.
Lu Wanwan pursed his lips and said a little aggrievedly: "Can you... stop being so cruel?"
Li Jingchen was obviously stunned for two seconds before he said, "Am I being cruel?"
"Well, that's terrible." Lu Wanwan kicked the small stones on the road and muttered: "I didn't mean to disappear."
Li Jingchen softened his voice and asked, "Are you homesick?"
Lu Wanwan, who was exposed to the central issue, said quietly: "A little bit."
Li Jingchen found that her voice had a nasal sound, and he didn't know whether it was because she was cold or because she was crying: "I'll pick you up."
His words brushed against her ears, carrying reassuring power.
Lu Wanwan was slightly moved.
But then she remembered Fu Shuo's terrifying appearance of throwing her cell phone and questioning her, and suddenly she came to her senses: "You must not come."
"..." Li Jingchen took a deep breath, as if waiting for her to give a reason to refuse.
"With you here, all my previous efforts have been in vain."
Lu Wanwan rested his arms on the guardrail on the street, as if he was looking for a center of gravity to lean on, showing a bit of self-reliance in his weakness.
"Li Jingchen, do you know? The reason why I don't see you or talk to you during this period is because I want Fu Shuo to rest in peace and recover. I don't want him to lose his temper all the time and delay his recovery. If you come,