Teasing: Qing Leng's ex-husband lost control and kissed me

Chapter 36 Divorce
Fu Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, shook off Wen Yu's hand, and straightened his messed up collar.

Her sharp gaze was full of ice-coldness:

"Li Yang is my wife. Now, in what capacity is Dr. Wen questioning me?"

"You married her just to torture her?"

The muscles on the side of Wen Yu's face clearly showed the marks of teeth clenching, "You can use Xu Qingru to humiliate her, but now you don't even let your own child go? Fu Qingyu, what kind of enmity do you have with Li Yang?"

This time, Fu Qingyu did not refute.

He still remembered the first time he saw Li Yang, her cold and innocent appearance, like a charming iris.

When did it start that there was only targeting and hatred between them?

When did it start that she never smiled at him again?
A sense of loss and sadness spread around him.

The brief silence also made the two men notice something was wrong.

They had already quarreled like this, and the voices of the little nurses talking together could be heard outside the ward.

But Li Yang on the hospital bed did not respond at all from the beginning to the end.

If it weren't for seeing the undulating curvature of her chest, everyone would have thought that there was a corpse lying there.

Seeing her current appearance, Wen Yu's anger was completely extinguished.

"Li Yang?" He called softly.

But no response was received.

All I could see was her hand tightly clutching her lower abdomen, her knuckles turned white from the excessive force.

The two men who were arguing endlessly finally chose to quiet down by coincidence.

Seeing her painful appearance, Fu Qingyu's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and several struggles flashed in his eyes.

After a long time, he asked softly in a hoarse voice: "How long will she have before she can be discharged from the hospital?"

"She didn't have an artificial abortion for more than 7 weeks of pregnancy. Check it out. If there is no placenta remaining, she doesn't need to be hospitalized. But her body is seriously worn out. When she is in confinement, she must take good care of it."

When Wen Yu talked to him, there was obvious disgust in his gentle voice.

Seeing the little girl who was still alive and kicking a few days ago turned into what she is now, he only felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

"Thank you." It was rare for Fu Qingyu not to confront him tit for tat. In the ward, his deep voice was like a cello that no one was playing, "I will protect her well."

"Oh, protection?"

Wen Yu sneered, looking at him like he was looking at a fool: "Fu Qingyu, do you know a saying that late affection is cheaper than grass? Besides, do you have affection?"

After finishing speaking, regardless of Fu Qingyu's expression, he turned and left.

Fu Qingyu looked at Li Yang, whose face was ashen ashes, and his deep eyes set off a turbulent wave.

……

Li Yang didn't know when he fell asleep.

I just remember that in the dream, Fu Qingyu was holding a long knife, and let the white blade stab into her abdomen one by one with no expression on his face.

Everything around was instantly stained red with blood.

The bone-deep pain, accompanied by the child's shrill cry, made her feel as if she was in hell.

The only one who was judging her was that devil-like man.

"Li Yang, why aren't you dead yet? Why aren't you dead yet?"

She heard the man questioning over and over again, but she didn't understand where this was and what happened.

then……

"Yangyang, Yangyang! Yangyang, wake up!"

A familiar voice rang in his ears, accompanied by an unforgettable pain, Li Yang's mind was blank, and his name emerged.

Oh, yes, she is Li Yang, the orphan Li Yang, who also lost two children...

The crow feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly and then slowly opened, the dark eyes did not have any luster.

But the man who desperately called her name finally heaved a sigh of relief, holding her tightly in his arms like iron.

The strength is so great that it seems to be able to strangle the ribs.

"Great, you're awake," said the man, "I order you never to do this again..."

She smelled a faint smell of blood at the tip of her nose, and she rolled her eyes, looking at everything strange around her.

Here, not a hospital.

There are no white walls, no smell of disinfectant, no patients coming and going in a hurry.

It's so quiet here.

She felt that her throat was dry and unbearably dry, and tried to open her mouth, but she could only utter one word: "...water."

In an instant, the man who hugged her froze, and stopped talking abruptly.

"You...you want to drink water?" Fu Qingyu's dark eyes were shining with light.

But Li Yang's whole body was in severe pain, and he didn't have the strength to respond with one more word.

When the clear water sent to her lips flowed into her throat, she felt as if she came alive in an instant, but the pain in her body was also more obvious.

Subconsciously looked down, only to find that his body under the quilt was not covered.

The abdomen was wrapped with a thick gauze.

But the bright red blood still seeped through the gauze, allowing people to see clearly.

Looking up, she saw that her hands holding the water glass were also tightly bandaged.

Even a slight movement of the index finger and middle finger can cause severe pain to the entire palm.

Sensing her gaze, Fu Qingyu's eyes narrowed slightly: "Don't you remember what you did?"

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

Then I found that my voice was rough and hoarse, like a dilapidated bellows.

Looking into her really puzzled eyes, Fu Qingyu fell silent.

After returning from the hospital to the home where she lived for many years, she calmly went to the kitchen, picked up a fruit knife, and cut at her abdomen without hesitation.

Her blood was all over the kitchen floor.

Looking at the woman in front of her who had lost a lot of blood and her face was extremely pale, Fu Qingyu shook his head and pulled the quilt for her:

"You are too tired during this time, take a good rest first. This month, I will always take care of you at home."

Li Yang's eyes followed his movements, and he said calmly, "A month later, cough cough... will be able to cough cough... divorced?"

The man froze in place.

As if Li Yang didn't notice, he said to himself:
"What you asked me to do... I have... done it. Tangtang cough... President Fu, you don't even have... the most basic reputation, right?"

After finishing speaking, a mocking smile curled up on the corner of her lips, and she stared at the man's tall back provocatively.

His face as pale as snow was full of determination to regard death as home.

"Yangyang, you haven't woken up yet." Fu Qingyu looked at her expressionlessly.

After saying that, he turned and left.

The room was very big, and after such a distance, Li Yang could still hear the slight sound of the lock being locked when he went out.

Li Yang sat on the bed blankly, looking at the room he had lived in for five years, and the man he had known for five years, he suddenly felt extremely strange.

Fortunately, her mobile phone was not taken away.

She tried her best to reach out, and after taking her mobile phone from the bedside table, she didn't even have time to open it, so she curled up on the bed and gasped for breath.

The sequelae of excessive blood loss began to appear.

(End of this chapter)