After the divorce: the president can't hold back the young grandmother

Chapter 210 Fu Huaijin pinched her chin and bit her lip

Fu Huaijin just came back from the outside, and the skin on her wrist was cold.

When his skin touched like this, he realized that Sheng Chaomu was really burned.

He pursed his thin lips and looked at the woman who grabbed her wrist. After a long time, his mood seemed to stabilize, and he asked Jiang Fengmian:
"What's the specific situation?"

"The cold air entering the body causes high fever, and induces upper respiratory tract infections and old age diseases. Her situation... needs to be rectified slowly."

Fu Huaijin's complexion became more and more ugly.

He looked up at the three infusion bags, and said to Jiang Fengmian, "Go back, I'll pull out her needle later."

Jiang Fengmian hummed, thinking about the thought that came to him when he saw the scar on Sheng Chaomu's palm again when he pierced the back of Sheng Chaomu's hand, he couldn't help asking Fu Huaijin subconsciously, "Fu Huaijin, is she Sheng Chaomu?"

After saying that, Fu Huaijin looked at him coldly, "Why did you say that?"

Jiang Fengmian replied methodically:

"The scar on her left palm is exactly the same as Sheng Chaomu's. Apart from that, you care about her completely beyond the ordinary. Not only that, but she also gives me the feeling that Sheng Chaomu's soul has possessed her. That's why I asked this question .”

Fu Huaijin sneered, and asked, "You hate Sheng Chaomu, why do you still want her to live?"

"I...don't hate her a long time ago. If she is still alive, I think, I will still love her just like Sheng Jingnian did back then. "

Jiang Fengmian's words made Fu Huaijin's heart tremble violently.

After saying this, he left.

When he came downstairs, he saw a woman with a clean temperament standing in the living room, and was slightly startled.

Perhaps his gaze was too aggressive, the woman turned around quickly after feeling his gaze.

It was a face that was so delicate that it was impeccable, so pure that all men would be amazed by its cleanliness.

Jiang Fengmian knew her.

A talented artist, so famous, even if I haven't seen her, I have heard of her name.

What's more, when they were in college, they still had a past like that.

Although Mu Chengen was a little surprised to see Jiang Fengmian here, it was not too surprising, after all, Jiang Fengmian was one of Fu Huaijin's good brothers.

She was thinking about how they were old acquaintances, and when she wanted to say hello, Jiang Fengmian sneered mercilessly, "I have transformed into the eldest lady of the Mu family, and even the way of hooking up men is different."

Mu Chengen curled his fingers a few times because of his words.

She quickly walked in front of Jiang Fengmian, and said to him with a voice that could only be used by two people: "Jiang Fengmian, don't spoil my good deed."

Jiang Fengmian sneered: "That depends on whether you have a bottom line."

After Jiang Fengmian left, Mu Chengen was so angry that even the roots of his teeth were shaking because he was afraid of something.

"You are...Miss Mu, right? Your room is in the small western-style building at the back, please follow me."

Mu Chengen glanced upstairs subconsciously, and couldn't help filling his mind with the picture of the man he loves kissing a notorious woman

She tightened her fingers hanging on both sides of her body, and finally suppressed all her jealousy quietly, and left with the servant.

upstairs.

After Jiang Fengmian left, Sheng Chaomu wanted to sit up.

However, due to the high fever and not having a good meal for several days, she was very weak and had little energy.

After two failed attempts, she looked at the man standing in front of the bed watching her coldly, closed her eyes, and gave up.

Throat still hurts.

After Sheng Chaomu closed his eyes, he quickly thought about how to negotiate with this man.

Because she knew too well that this man was not as easy to deal with as she thought.

She even began to think about what An Nan said before, whether she had subdued or acted like a coquettish to this man, and the short marriage history between her and Lu Shaoyan would have been revealed.

"If you force me to come back to see you like this, why are you pretending to be dead again?"

At this moment, the man's ruthless voice hit her from the top of her head.

The corners of Sheng Chaomu's lips moved slightly, he opened his eyes, and silently looked at Fu Huaijin's extremely gloomy handsome face, "I have a sore throat, I don't want to talk."

When she said this, a trace of moisture appeared in the red eye circles at this moment, and the whole delicate appearance seemed even more aggrieved.

No matter how much Fu Huaijin's temper was, it was tossed away by her dying look.

Although he still had a cold face, he sat down on the edge of the bed.

As soon as he sat down, Sheng Zhaomu smelled the alcohol on his body and the perfume that was only used by women who did not belong to him.

Although the smell is very weak, Sheng Chaomu confirmed that it must be a fragrance that only women can use.

A stabbing pain flashed through her heart, and she said, "You had liver surgery in the early years, so you should avoid smoking and drinking."

Fu Huaijin picked up her man and let him lean in her arms, while she leaned against the head of the bed behind her.

Her body was burning hot.

Hot and soft.

Fu Huaijin embraced the softness in her arms, her eyes darkened a little, "Forcing me to come to see you, if you want to talk to me, just say it."

Sheng Chaomu thought for a while, then looked up at the man's gaze overlooking him, "I want to be free. What are the conditions?"

Fu Huaijin pinched her chin, bit her lip hard, and answered irrelevant questions:
"I ran into Lu Shaoyan at the Yunyun Hotel tonight." After a pause, "Did you give birth to his son?"

(End of this chapter)