Cold President: Ex-wife is hard to chase

Chapter 6
Ye Zhenshan glanced at his wife and said helplessly, "Bihua, after so many years, are you still blaming me?"

Gu Bihua walked to the bed, took off his coat, lay down directly, and pulled the quilt over, "Who the hell is she?"

Who is Ye Chen's mother? In the past 25 years, no matter how much she asked, he refused to tell. Such silence eventually became her heart disease.

Ye Zhenshan sat down beside his wife, "Bihua, she is already dead, why bother."

"She is dead, but the daughter she gave birth to is always in front of me. It's been more than 20 years. I'm a woman." Gu Bihua threw off the quilt and sat up on the bed, her chest was heaving sharply due to anger, "Ye Zhenshan, when you brought her back 25 years ago, did you ever think about my feelings!"

I just married him and became a stepmother before I had time to become a mother. I'm afraid few women in this world have experienced it, but she has experienced it herself.

Guilt flashed across Ye Zhenshan's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to help his wife close up the collar of her pajamas, "Bihua, it is because I feel sorry for you that I love Jiajia so much. To Chenchen, I actually..."

He paused, and didn't continue talking. In order to comfort his wife, he didn't pay much attention to the daughter he brought home. As a husband, he felt guilty; as a father, he was even more sorry for his daughter.

Gu Bihua patted his hand away and snorted coldly, "Ye Zhenshan, is it to make up for the guilt you have felt towards Ye Chen all these years, so three years ago, when she insisted on marrying Ling Mo, you resolutely agreed despite my objection?" ?”

If Ye Chen hadn't been one step ahead, Ling Mo might have been her good son-in-law.

Ye Zhenshan didn't speak, and suddenly thought of Ye Chen's red and swollen right cheek, his heart tightened suddenly, he sat by the bed, fixedly looked at his wife, he didn't know how long, he got up, took his coat and put it on his body, and walked towards the door Walking outside, "You have a good rest, I will go to the study to sort out the content of tomorrow's meeting."

Ye Chen woke up again, it was bright outside, the smell of disinfectant water was in his nostrils, there was a snow-white ceiling above his head, and an intravenous drip was hanging on his hand.

Only then did she realize that she was a hospital, who brought it here?
Biting her lower lip, she thought about it carefully, and remembered the scene where she tried to lean towards the man's warm and generous chest.

It was Ling Mo who sent her to the hospital!
The thought jumped into her mind, and she startled herself.

How can it be?

He couldn't help touching the face that didn't hurt so much, and smiled self-deprecatingly, he had already decided that he had killed his child, those two slaps were so hard, and the eyes were so cold, how could he send her to the hospital.

But, who else is he?
Who would show up at Ye's house in the middle of the night, exuding the same aura as him.

She was clutching the quilt and thinking wildly when someone pushed the door to the room. She followed the sound and saw that the man she had categorically denied came in with a blank expression on his hand.

"You..." Ye Chen was stunned.

"What's wrong with me?" The man rarely took the initiative to answer the question, and put the thermos on the bedside table, "I don't even know to see a doctor if my fever exceeds 39 degrees."

Seeing the man pouring porridge sideways to her, Ye Chen's nose felt sore, "It's so late, why did you go to Ye's house?"

"Ye Chen, it seems that you are seriously ill." The man turned around and handed the poured porridge to the surprised woman, "I even forgot that I called me."

Ye Chen took the porridge and frowned, "You mean... I called you?"

How can it be?

If it really happened, how could she have no impression at all.

The man seemed to be in a good mood. Seeing her puzzled face, he took out his mobile phone and put it in front of her face, shaking it, "Look, isn't this number yours?"

Ye Chen looked up and was about to take a closer look, but the man had already put his phone back, "Eat quickly."

Ye Chen looked at the warm porridge in his hand, pursed his lips, and said lightly to the man, "Thank you."

Oh, it's a bit ironic, after three years of marriage, she never got a glass of water from Ling Mo, but on the second day after the divorce, she ate the porridge he brought for an unprecedented time.

The man didn't speak, he raised his wrist and looked, "I have to leave first."

This time it was Ye Chen's turn to say nothing, she picked up the porridge, brought it to her lips silently, and took a sip.

Ling Mo walked to the door, and when he turned around and closed the door, he looked at the woman on the hospital bed again, then closed the door and strode away.

With the sound of closing the door, Ye Chen's hand holding the bowl trembled slightly. Was he in such a hurry to take care of another woman?

She shook her head, not letting herself think about him any more.

The mobile phone on the bedside table rang, she took it, it was Qian Lifang.

"Hey……"

"Chenchen, where are you? I went to your school and they said that you asked for leave today and didn't go to work."

"I'm in the Chinese Medicine Hospital."

"What?" Qian Lifang's voice suddenly became anxious, "Are you sick?"

"I probably caught a cold yesterday when it was hot and cold. I hung up two bottles of water and it's almost gone."

"I'll pick you up."

"No..." She was about to refuse, but the person on the other end of the phone had already hung up the line. Hearing the beeping sound from the receiver, Ye Chen suddenly felt a headache.

She was afraid that Dong Man would be here, and she was even more afraid that something uncontrollable would happen after being met by the fiery Qian Lifang.

After drinking half of a bowl of porridge, Qian Lifang rushed over.

"Chenchen, you are sick, why didn't you call me earlier." This was the first sentence she said after seeing Ye Chen, half distressed and half complaining.

Ye Chen smiled at her, "A small cold is not a big deal."

"Cut!" Qian Lifang rolled her eyes at her, and stretched out her hand to test the temperature on her forehead, "We are different from other people. Others have their parents to take care of them when they have a cold, but we can only rely on ourselves, so morning Chen, no matter what happens in the future, remember to call me as soon as possible."

Ye Chen looked into her eyes, nodded and smiled, "Well, I see."

(End of this chapter)