Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 572

Sheng Mian stayed here for two hours, and verbally agreed to Wen Zhao's request to come to SM.

She had been observing the actors who were playing tricks around her, but she didn't find anyone who caught her eye for a while, and then she found Wen Sihe.

Wen Sihe was discussing something with the director in a serious manner, and after it was over, he came to her side.

"Penny, are you leaving?"

Sheng Mian nodded, and the two walked out of the set together, and stopped in front of Wen Sihe's car, Wen Sihe asked: "Yancheng hasn't come to look for you recently, you've been with him for so long, are you really not at all moved?"

Heartbroken?

Sheng Mian thought about this question at first, but now she has woken up.

Maybe it was really shaken, but it was only because of the stimulation he gave to Fengyue.

"I have never been tempted. I know the relationship with Mr. Fu very well."

Wen Sihe glanced inside the car and smiled, "Don't you like him at all?"

"Mr. Wen, I don't have the habit of self-abuse."

With a calm tone, she took out her phone and glanced at the time.

"I have something to do later, so I won't talk about it. Goodbye."

Wen Sihe nodded, and when she left, the car window in front of her slowly lowered, and Fu Yancheng was sitting inside.

The car window was opened a crack just now, and Fu Yancheng heard every word Sheng Mian said.

Every word is like a knife.

He felt that at that moment, something sharp pierced into the deepest part of his heart.

According to his pride, he should have opened the car door and questioned her a few words.

Since you are not moved, why are you so emotional every time you do it with him?

Why do you keep your legs weak every time, and look at him with that kind of eyes that want to hook or not.

But he didn't show anything, just looked down at the document, as if he was indifferent to her words.

Wen Sihe stood outside the window with a faint smile on his face.

"Penny is much calmer than other women."

"Ah."

"Not angry?"

"No need."

Wen Sihe also got into the carriage, and Qi Shen was driving in front.

He continued earnestly, "It's what I said before. If you really like her, you should have a good relationship with them. After breaking up, pay the compensation in place. After all, you will be divorced in about a month and a half."

Fu Yancheng was holding a pen and reviewing the documents. Hearing this, his face was expressionless.

"Do you think I must have her? I told her clearly before that it's an adult's game, just for fun. If she takes it seriously, I won't find it troublesome."

Seeing that he refused to admit it, Wen Sihe raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

After Sheng Mian left here, she went to the Sheng family villa.

As soon as he reached the second floor, he saw a basin of bloody water coming out of Sheng Zhong's room.

The servant was startled when he saw her, "Miss Sheng."

Although Sheng Mian knew very well that Sheng Zhong didn't have much time, but seeing this scene with his own eyes, he still felt distressed.

She put her fingertips on the doorknob, thought for a while, and pushed the door open.

Sheng Zhong's hoarse cough came from inside.

Sitting on the head of the bed, he lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sheng Mian's footsteps froze, and he suddenly couldn't remember his high-spirited appearance back then.

"Mianmian."

Sheng Zhong raised his pale eyes to look at her, but now there was no light in his eyes.

Sheng Mian squeezed her hands tightly so as not to let herself lose control.

"dad."

She yelled and saw that there were still many tissues in the spittoon next to her, "How do you feel?"

It's hard for Sheng Zhong to speak now.

"I may not last half a month."

The tip of Sheng Mian's nose was sore, and he heard him continue slowly, "I'm sorry for you in the end, after all."

"Dad, the whereabouts of that child are still not found. I don't have that much ability now. I'm sorry for you."

"From now on... from now on, just tell me at the grave. If you leave today, don't come to see me. I look like this, and I feel terrible. Go and book a cemetery for me. Everyone is mortal."

Sheng Mian sat silently, and said after a long time, "In one and a half months, Fu Yancheng and I will divorce."

"Okay, okay, you don't love him."

Sheng Zhong didn't have much energy every day, and the few paragraphs just now were just forced to say, he suddenly looked outside in a daze, and his voice became ethereal.

"When I was setting up a roadside stall before, you had a small bed about one square meter under the stall. I bargained with the customer, and Mu Yan squatted down to take care of you. At that time, the lights on the side of the road were not very bright. When you cried, the customer left impatiently, and we had to coax you."

Sheng Mian couldn't bear to listen anymore, and quickly patted him on the back, worrying that his sudden energy was due to his return to light.

"Dad, you should rest first."

Sheng Zhong was indeed tired, his lips turned pale, "My cemetery is in the imperial capital, I don't have the face to go to You County to meet Mu Yan."

"Okay, in the imperial capital, I will choose later."

"Ah."

He closed his eyes.

With red eyes, Sheng Mian stretched out her fingertips, and tremblingly moved them to his nose.

There is still a faint breath, but it is too weak, too weak, as if it will disappear at any time.

(End of this chapter)