Chapter 252 Do I have to consider my ex-husband’s mood when dating?
Wen Liang's silence made Fu Zheng even angrier, his eyes darkening. "Am I right?"
Wen Liang lowered his eyes and racked his brains to explain, his tone sounding particularly hollow, "Actually, it's not... it's just..."
Fu Zheng's guess was correct, except for the fact that she liked Meng Ce.
"What is it?" Fu Zheng repeated through gritted teeth.
Wen Liang felt guilty but remained stubborn as she glared at Fu Zheng. "It's nothing. You guessed right, I just like him more. I agreed when he confessed his feelings to me. Why would I need to worry about so many reasons? I'm single and in a relationship, and I have to depend on my ex-husband's mood?"
Fu Zheng stared at Wen Liang and laughed in anger.
The rage in his heart was rising. Fu Zheng's eyes were eroded by thick fog, full of sharpness and rationality. He pulled the quilt aside with his big hands and looked at the spring scenery exposed in front of him. The corners of his lips curled up with a sinister smile, "You are so beautiful! If I send a photo of you under me like this to Meng Ce, do you think he will break up with you?"
Wen Liang hurriedly covered his body with one arm and tried to grab the quilt with the other hand, but couldn't get it back.
Hearing Fu Zheng's words, she froze and looked at him in disbelief, her eyes filled with resentment, "Fu Zheng, you are shameless!"
"Since you've already called me shameless, wouldn't it be unfair for me not to prove this crime?"
Wen Liang looked at him in surprise, and then the handsome face in front of her eyes enlarged.
He leaned down and kissed her lips, biting and sucking roughly.
Wen Liang's struggling hands were easily clamped by him and raised above her head, while his other big hand wantonly ravaged her soft flesh.
“Mmm…”
The air in Wen Liang's mouth was robbed by him. One of his nostrils was blocked and he could not use his mouth to assist breathing, so his breathing became more and more rapid.
Her mind was already groggy, and now it was even more angry and anxious. Her mind went blank, buzzing, and she gradually became unable to breathe.
Fu Zheng noticed that Wen Liang was no longer struggling, so he let go of her lips and stepped back. Wen Liang's face was pale, her breathing was weak, her pupils were dilated, and she looked like she might faint at any time.
His heart immediately tightened, and he pinched Wenliang's jaw with his big hands and immediately began to give her artificial respiration.
After a few times, Wen Liang gradually came back to his senses. He covered his chest and gasped for breath, "Cough cough cough..."
Fu Zheng covered her with the quilt, put a pillow behind her back, and said softly, "Eat well, and take some cold medicine after dinner."
Wen Liang shook his head expressionlessly and glanced at him indifferently, "If you don't want to eat, you either let me go or starve me to death."
She will fight him to the end.
Fu Zheng laughed angrily and nodded, "Okay, good job, Wen Liang, you know I feel sorry for you, and you're sure I can't bear it, right?"
Wen Liang lowered his eyes, "You don't have to feel bad."
She knew in her heart that he could not really let her starve to death.
The reason why he did this was probably because he saw Meng Ce's circle of friends from somewhere last night and suddenly went crazy.
Of course, even if she didn't like Meng Ce, she wouldn't try to appease him, as that would only make their relationship more complicated.
If her relationship with Meng Ce could make Fu Zheng let go, it would be a pleasant surprise.
Fu Zheng was so angry that he was speechless.
He is just a jerk.
It has been more than a month since the divorce, and she is now someone else's girlfriend, but he still can't let her go.
He had already knocked her unconscious and taken her to his bed and undressed, but he didn't dare go any further, for fear that she would hate him when she woke up.
Fu Zheng helplessly smoothed his hair with his big hands, "Wenliang, you win. Eat well, and when your cold is healed, I'll let you leave."
"Why are you waiting until my cold is gone? Can't you just let me go today?"
"I was afraid that your fever would recur, so I asked you to stay here with your aunt to take care of you. This is really like a dog biting Lu Dongbin!"
Wen Liang: “…”
She's become a dog.
"You keep your word. Now go get my clothes."
Fu Zheng really went out to get it, but it was a set of pajamas that could only be worn at home and was very thin. It was just right to wear in a villa with floor heating, but he would definitely freeze to death if he went out.
Wen Liang took the pajamas and saw Fu Zheng staring at her. Her face darkened and she said, "Get out."
“It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”
Fu Zheng glanced somewhere and turned to leave.
Wenliang changed his clothes and started to eat breakfast.
She was actually so hungry that her stomach was growling, and the food her aunt cooked was to her taste, so she finished it quickly.
Wen Liang came downstairs with a tray. Fu Shifan was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast. Seeing Wen Liang, he waved excitedly, "Auntie!"
"Fanfan, eat well. Auntie has a cold and can't play with you." Wen Liang took the plate to the kitchen. Auntie was already cleaning up the pots and pans.
She put down her plate and asked casually, "Auntie, is your grandson's illness healed?"
"It's gotten much better now. It should be fully recovered in a few days."
"That's good." Wen Liang walked out. "If you're busy, I'll go out first."
"Hey, ma'am!" Auntie called her.
"You forgot, I'm no longer Mrs. Fu."
"In my heart, you are Mr.'s wife. Madam, you don't know that last night you had a fever of 39 degrees. Mr. stayed by your side all night, feeding you medicine and wiping your body. He didn't rest until your fever subsided. He is still a patient now... Sometimes, it's easier to see clearly than to be an outsider. Mr. must have very deep feelings for you, Madam. I sincerely hope that Madam will give him another chance..."
"Auntie, I'm grateful for what he did for me, but I already have a boyfriend."
Auntie was stunned. "You have...you have a boyfriend?"
Isn’t this too fast?
More than a month ago, my wife was still depressed because of the loss of her child. How could she have a boyfriend so soon?
"Um."
Wen Liang came out of the restaurant, lost in thought as he walked.
She was completely unaware of what happened last night. It turned out that he had been guarding her all night.
Wen Liang felt mixed emotions. She recalled that during that marriage, when she had a cold, fever, and headache, he was very considerate.
So, she always thought they had feelings for each other.
Later, reality hit her hard.
"Aliang."
Seeing that she didn't respond, Fu Zheng walked straight towards the stairs and called out again, "Aliang? Come here and take your medicine."
Wen Liang came back to his senses and saw Fu Zheng appeared in the living room without knowing when. He turned and walked towards the sofa, "What did you just say?"
"Come here and take your medicine, cold medicine." Fu Zheng had already placed the medicine on the table with a cup of water next to it.
Wen Liang noticed that the medicine on the table was not in boxes, but in small packages wrapped in white paper, containing prepared cold medicine.
She was very familiar with such medicine packs. When she was a child, she lived in the countryside with her grandparents. Whenever she caught a cold, her grandfather would take her to the village clinic to get medicine. At that time, the medicine was prescribed by doctors and was very effective.
Nowadays, when you go to the pharmacy to buy cold medicine, you buy it in boxes, and few pharmacies will dispense medicine.
The small packages of prepared medicine on the table were obviously not from the medicine box, but were prescribed by Fu Zheng at the pharmacy.
Wen Liang sat down on the sofa, opened a paper package, picked up the water cup and took a sip. The temperature was just right. It seemed that it had been poured in advance and had been cold for a while.
I don’t know if it was because I thought of my grandfather or for some other reason, but maybe I tend to be sentimental when I’m not feeling well. Wen Liang’s nose felt sore and his eyes couldn’t help but turn red.
She opened her eyes wide, looked up and asked Fu Zheng as if nothing had happened, "Why don't you go to the hospital for an IV?"
"Right away."
"By the way, give me my phone."
"No, just rest at home."
"You bitch." Wen Liang cursed.
Bai was moved.
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