He is like a delusional person

Zhu Qingjia was worried about leaving at this time and wanted to stay.

But Wen Sheng couldn't help but insisted again and again, and finally reluctantly agreed to go home first and wait until her fever subsided before coming back.

"Sister Sheng, if something happens to you, remember to call me as soon as possible? Even if it is in the middle of the night, I will come down to accompany you as soon as possible." Zhu Qingjia grabbed Wen Sheng's hand and warned her repeatedly.

Wen Sheng nodded, "Don't worry, Fu Yanlin is with me."

"Okay, Mr. Fu is much more attentive than you. Can you cook? If you stay here to take care of others, why should you order takeout?" Xu Rangchu revealed ruthlessly.

Zhu Qingjia turned around and glared at him, "If you can't speak, just shut your mouth!"

"Let's go, give you a chance to shut up." Xu Rangchu held the medicine box in one hand, took Zhu Qingjia's hand in the other, and dragged her away by force.

The room quickly returned to silence.

It would be much better to find the cause and prescribe the right medicine.

Fu Yanlin divided the medicine and stuffed it into Wen Sheng's mouth one by one. "After taking the medicine, have a good sleep. Xu Rangchu said that influenza is prone to recurring high fevers. I'm afraid it will take two days. You have to be mentally prepared."

The pills fainted in Wen Sheng's mouth, and she tasted a bitter taste on the tip of her tongue.

She frowned, and the next second, Fu Yanlin stuffed a piece of candied fruit into her mouth.

The sweet taste instantly diluted the bitter taste. Wen Sheng looked up at Fu Yanlin and smiled at him, "Flu is easily contagious. How about you sleep in the next room tonight?"

"You want to kick me away after taking the medicine? Don't even think about it!" Fu Yanlin moved the sheets and said domineeringly, "You can just infect me with the virus, so that you can recover quickly."

Wen Sheng smiled bitterly, "Classmate Fu, what's your logic? If the virus is passed on to you, there will be no cooking at home!"

"Don't worry, your husband and I are as strong as a cow and immune to all poisons." After Fu Yanlin finished speaking, he leaned over and kissed Wen Sheng on the lips, deliberately communicating more deeply.

Wen Sheng pushed him away forcefully, "Stop making trouble. Just now Dr. Xu said that the flu season is high recently, can't you endure it for a few days?"

"Hmph, no matter what time or what happens, you can't get rid of me. I'm going to take a shower now and warm your bed later and help you sleep." Fu Yanlin reached out and touched Wen Sheng's face. There was something in his eyes that couldn't be healed. gentle.

During the wedding in Fiji, they read a vow together.

Regardless of poverty or illness, he will never leave.

What's the deal with a little flu virus? -

Soon, Wen Sheng fell into a drowsy state and fell asleep again. I don't know if it was because of the medicine she took or because she was depressed, but she dreamed about many things that had happened in the past.

In the end, when Wen Sheng dreamed of returning to Yanjing where it was snowing that year, the harsh sound of brakes rang in his ears. There was a flash of light and she fainted.

When I woke up, I got the bad news of Wen Tingshu's death.

"Dad...Dad..." Wen Sheng woke up from the nightmare and broke into a cold sweat. His whole body seemed to be wrapped in ice and he couldn't feel any warmth.

The floor lamp next to him lit up. Fu Yanlin turned sideways and hugged Wen Sheng tightly into his arms. He patted her back to comfort her and said, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yeah." Wen Sheng closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

But the dream was too real. Her chest hurt, and her whole body fell into an extreme negative emotion that she couldn't extricate herself from.

Fu Yanlin hugged the woman in his arms tighter. The more she shook, the more uncomfortable he felt.

"It's okay...it's just a dream." He tried to calm Wen Sheng's emotions, but he didn't know that a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. In the phone call yesterday, Zhu Qingjia said that Wen Sheng lost contact only after he found out about Wen Tingshu.

Could it be that she knew the truth and knew that there was someone else behind the wheel?

Thinking of this, Fu Yanlin's mood became panic-stricken, as if his whole heart had been split in two, and all the nerves in his body were tense.

"Honey, what are you dreaming about?" The voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of Fu Yanlin's throat, hoarse and hoarse, accompanied by a bit of cautious probing.

Wen Sheng's face was filled with tears. He put his hands on Fu Yanlin's shoulders and shook his body like a sieve. "I dreamed about my father. He was lying in a pool of blood...but I couldn't save him..."

"Don't cry, it's all over." Fu Yanlin's thin lips pressed against the corners of her eyes, gently kissing the tears that fell.

Bitter and astringent.

Shaking his head, Wen Sheng raised his eyes to look at Fu Yanlin, his eyes as red as a rabbit, "This morning, Jiajia told me...that I was not my father's biological daughter. Fu Yanlin, how could I not be his biological daughter?"

"But Uncle Jiang took my hair sample for a paternity test and confirmed that we are related by blood. There is no need for him to lie."

"Dad's antique watch belongs to the Jiang family."

"Fu Yanlin, what should I do now?"

Question after question that suppressed emotions made Wen Sheng's heart hurt like a knife. She had always been slow-tempered, and the negative emotions that had been brewing all day finally couldn't bear the weight of her heart, and at this moment, they crazily flooded into her heart again.

Tears finally burst out of my eyes.

At this moment, Wen Sheng desperately wanted an outlet to vent the negative emotions that had been suppressed in her heart all day.

Only in front of Fu Yanlin could Wen Sheng let go of all the pretense of strength without reservation.

She clutched Fu Yanlin's collar tightly, and tears poured out like broken beads, quickly soaking his clothes.

At first, she just sobbed silently. Later, I started crying loudly.

The despair and pain hidden in the negative emotions were gradually released with the constant flow of tears. In the end, Wen Sheng was tired from crying and her voice became hoarse. She could no longer lean on the man and gasped for air.

Fu Yanlin's expression was extremely shocked, "Honey, you said - Chairman Jiang is your biological father?"

In other words, Jiang Shifang is Wen Sheng's biological brother?

This sudden truth caught Fu Yanlin off guard. The hand holding Wen Sheng's hand shook involuntarily.

Wen Sheng nodded blankly and told Fu Yanlin without reservation what happened after he went to find Zhu Qingjia this morning.

"Some time ago, Uncle Jiang and Brother Shifang went to Jiazhou. After they came back, they originally wanted to tell me the truth, but they were afraid that I wouldn't be able to accept it for a while, so they planned to hide it for the time being... Jiajia said after she was drunk last night If you let it slip, after being questioned by me this morning, tell all the truth."

"I never understood why Uncle Jiang and Brother Shifang were so enthusiastic towards me suddenly - it turns out that I am the lost daughter of the Jiang family."

"No wonder I had a feeling of déjà vu from the first time I arrived at Jiang's house."

"I lived in that place for several years when I was very young - for so many years, Uncle Jiang refused to move out because he was worried that one day I would not be able to find a home when I came back."

As he spoke, Wen Sheng's voice choked up again, "My original name was Jiang Sheng."