Chapter 243: The Stubborn President Fu
Fu Zheng closed his eyes, a slight curve appeared at the corner of his lips, and his heart chilled.
Sure enough, in her heart, he was not worth mentioning at all.
She didn't want to stay with him for even a second longer.
Wen Liang saw Fu Zheng closing his eyes, shrugged helplessly, and stood up. "Then I'll leave. You should take good care of yourself."
Fu Zheng closed his eyes and tightened his hands, gripping the bed sheet tightly.
The dry firewood in my heart was doused with a layer of oil by the warmth and coolness, and the slightest spark started to burn violently and uncontrollably.
A large amount of thick smoke and gas gathered in the atrium and could explode at any time.
She was indeed cold-blooded and cruel to him!
But he was just a jerk and still didn't want her to leave!
Fu Zheng was about to speak when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach...
“Cough cough cough…”
A coughing sound came from behind, accompanied by the sound of dry heaving.
Wen Liang stopped and turned around to see Fu Zheng lying weakly on the bed with a hint of bright red at the corner of his mouth. The scarlet was glaring against his pale face.
His face was as white as thin paper and brittle, as if it would break with a poke.
Wen Liang's heart immediately tightened. He quickly returned to the bedside, gently patted his back, and asked worriedly, "Fu Zheng? How do you feel now?"
Fu Zheng took a deep breath, and his eyes turned red physiologically.
He slowly pulled a tissue from the bedside, wiped the corner of his mouth, and threw it into the trash can. He pushed away her hand on his back, turned over and lay flat on his back. He glanced at her lightly, then looked away and said a few words in a deep voice, "It has nothing to do with you."
Wen Liang: “…”
You are so stubborn.
Even if the sky falls, Fu Zheng will hold it up.
Wen Liang looked around, picked up the kettle on the table, poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to Fu Zheng, "Rinse your mouth."
Fu Zheng looked up at her, took it without saying a word, put a mouthful in his mouth, rinsed his mouth, and spit into the trash can beside the bed, then put the cup casually on the bedside table.
"Fu Zheng! Your needle is bleeding!"
Wen Liang glanced at the needle on the back of his hand and saw a small amount of blood coming out of it, so he quickly pulled his hand over and laid it flat.
His hands were cold, bony, and a little tingling.
Wen Liang adjusted the angle of the dropper and the dripping speed, watched the blood return to the blood vessels, and then carefully placed his hand under the quilt.
Fu Zheng watched her do all this silently, and the fire in his heart was suddenly extinguished. He lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curled up, disappearing in an instant.
"Do you have a heat pad? Or a hot water bottle?" Wen Liang asked.
Fu Zheng shook his head. "I don't know. Look in the drawer over there."
I was so cold that I rummaged through the drawer and actually found a hot water bottle.
She took a bag of hot water and carefully pressed it on the IV tube.
After doing all this, Wen Liang asked worriedly, "Do you need me to call a doctor for you?"
"Need not."
The ward became quiet.
Wen Liang turned and walked towards the door.
Seeing that she was about to leave, Fu Zheng's face suddenly darkened and his eyes were gloomy.
She didn't want to stay for even a moment and was in such a hurry to leave. Did she hate him so much?
The door opens and closes.
Her figure was blocked by the door panel.
Fu Zheng closed his eyes, burning with anger, and waved his hand——
With a "pop".
The glass on the bedside fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"Uncle! I'm here to see you!"
Fu Shifan pushed open the door and trotted in.
"Be careful!" Fu Zheng shouted immediately.
Fu Shifan stopped, looked at Fu Zheng in confusion, and tilted his head.
Fu Zheng pointed to the broken glass on the ground and said, "Fanfan, be careful not to step on it."
Wen Liang walked in behind her and immediately went to the corner to pick up the broom, "Fanfan, go over there, auntie will clean this place."
"Didn't you leave? Why are you back?" Fu Zheng glanced at Wen Liang coldly, his voice cold and thin.
Wen Liang was sweeping up the broken glass. He raised his head and frowned at Fu Zheng. "Since you want me to leave so badly, I'll leave right away."
Fu Zheng laughed angrily.
This woman must have done it on purpose!
To make him angry on purpose!
Fu Shifan shook his head disapprovingly. How could his uncle be so stubborn?
Isn't this pushing my aunt out?
Look at the skinny chicken, calling sister sister, how sweet his mouth is!
Uncle can't continue talking, otherwise Aunt will definitely get angry and leave.
"Uncle, what's going on?" Fu Shifan took a step back and pointed at the glass shards on the ground.
Fu Zheng's expression eased a little, he put his fist to his lips and coughed softly, saying softly, "Uncle wanted to drink some water just now, but he didn't hold it firmly."
"Uncle, why are you looking at me when you are talking to me?" Fu Shifan tilted his head back, blinking his round eyes with a curious expression on his little face.
Wen Liang: “…”
She couldn't help but look up at Fu Zheng.
Their eyes met inadvertently.
Wen Liang immediately retracted his gaze and poured the glass shards in the scoop into the trash can.
Fu Zheng said calmly, "Nothing."
The little girl's eyes rolled around. "I know. Uncle must be missing Auntie. They say on TV that a day without seeing you feels like three years. Uncle hasn't seen Auntie for several years, so he misses her very much and doesn't want her to leave his sight..."
"Fu Shifan!" Wen Liang frowned.
What kind of TV series does this girl usually watch?
At such a young age, he knows more than adults.
The smile on Fu Shifan's face froze, he closed his mouth, crossed his index fingers, and said in a baby voice, "Uncle, you've lost a lot of weight. I'm so sorry for you."
"When uncle recovers from his illness, he will change back to normal."
"Uncle, let me pour you some water!"
She went to the coffee table and got another cup, then filled it with hot water from the water dispenser and handed it to Fu Zheng, "Uncle, here!"
"Thank you, Fanfan." Fu Zheng took the cup of water and shook it in his hand. "Fanfan, how do you feel about living with your aunt these days?"
"Auntie is so kind to me," Fu Shifan climbed onto the hospital bed with a grunt, his short legs dangling. "Yesterday, Auntie took me to a painting class..."
The little girl began to talk about the interesting things that happened in the past few days.
Halfway through her speech, she suddenly thought of something and changed the subject, "Uncle, Uncle Lu said you have stomach bleeding. Does your stomach hurt?"
Fu Zheng shook his head slightly and took a sip of hot water. "Uncle, your stomach doesn't hurt."
"Don't you feel any pain? Is this blood vomited by a ghost?" Wen Liang said in a cold voice.
Fu Zheng touched his nose and said, "It doesn't hurt too much..."
Somehow, when he heard Wen Liang arguing with him with a stern face, he was not angry at all, but instead felt a little inexplicably happy.
It was as if Wen Liang was closer to him at this moment, not so far away.
Like an ordinary couple in the city, the wife was scolding her husband.
"Uncle, are you vomiting blood?! Let me rub it for you!" Fu Shifan's little face was full of worry, and he stretched out his chubby little hands to rub Fu Zheng's abdomen.
She had little strength, and for Fu Zheng it was just like a tickle.
He curved his lips into a smile and held Fu Shifan's little hand, "Uncle, it doesn't hurt."
"Uncle, are you going to have surgery? Uncle Lu said you need to have a gastric surgery. After the surgery, will you not be able to eat?" Fu Shifan frowned.
"Just cut a little, you can still eat it later."
However, thinking about that scene, Fu Shifan still shuddered, "When will you have the surgery?"
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