Faced with the beautiful scenery, Lin Zhi had no time to appreciate it and instead walked faster.
Fu Lanchen caught up with her, walked side by side with her, and accompanied her into the car and left.
She flew back home that day in a very bad condition.
His face was pale and his eyes were empty, like a walking corpse.
After returning to Fengcheng, Fu Lanchen took her directly to see a psychiatrist. Lin Zhi refused to cooperate with the treatment and insisted on going home.
"I'm not sick, what am I doing here?"
She had a tough attitude and her eyes were bloodshot.
The doctor didn't dare to say anything and secretly observed Fu Lanchen.
He couldn't be mean to her, so he had to cancel the medical consultation temporarily and took her back to Champs Elysées.
Lin Zhi stopped making a fuss and remained quiet, which was very abnormal.
Fu Lanchen didn't dare go anywhere and had to stay by her side all the time.
He cooked dinner for her himself.
Lin Zhi leaned on the sofa in the living room, watching the man busy in the open kitchen, and her heart was touched. You know, in the three years she was with him, let alone cooking, she almost always cooked for him.
Now, the roles have changed, and he has become the one wearing an apron and dealing with the stove.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
His phone, which was placed on the coffee table, vibrated. Her thoughts were drawn in, and she stared at him without asking him to answer the phone. After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the phone finally stopped.
Lin Zhi stood up soullessly. Coincidentally, the phone screen on the coffee table lit up and a WeChat message appeared: [You're back, let's have dinner together tonight.]
His daughter is missing, and he still has the mood to have dinner with another woman?
Lin Zhigang's gratitude towards him disappeared without a trace in an instant.
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