Ex-wife, please marry me

"The road to God is unpredictable, because the essence of his compassion is placed in his words and his myth, because although God has given us news, we still have the obligation to explain it..."

At Su Ran's funeral, Wan Zi was dressed in a black suit, holding a white rose in his hand. His face was sad, and he didn't close his eyes for many days. One could see the fatigue on his face at a glance.

"... because when we open our arms, the earth accepts this empty and unconscious body, but now the soul is far away and has entered into eternal glory. It is because of pain that we find the meaning of life and the grace we lost when we were born. God with infinite wisdom teaches us the answer, just because he has no body, So our souls can be reborn in his world... "

To cheer up, Wan Zigui calmly looked at the priest standing on the stage. The same eulogy made him want to stop.

"Wan... We can't get in touch with Miss Fang Zhilan."

She walked quietly to wanzigui's side. Her secretary, Linda, who was also dressed in black professional costume, bent down gracefully and quietly in his ear.

Wan Zi Gui instinctively frowned and was about to take out his mobile phone. "How could he not get in touch? Isn't she staying at the Pearl Hotel? If you can't get in touch by phone, won't you go to the hotel to find someone directly? "

Accused by Wanzi Guiyi, Linda didn't show any embarrassment on her face, but she hesitated when she mentioned Fang Zhilan.

"Mr. Wan, I went to the Pearl Hotel to check. Miss Fang Zhilan checked out two days ago. Even Miss Fang Zhihan checked out with her at the same time..."

See wanzigui's face has a faint sign of anger, Linda in time to stop his next words, but wanzigui maybe she stop.

"Go on!"

Linda sighed, wanzigui let her finish, she did not dare to hide, had to continue to report.

"I went to the Traffic Management Bureau to check the entry and exit records of Miss Fang Zhilan. One hour after checking out, Miss Fang Zhilan directly flew back to Hong Kong."

The situation that Linda reported to him was arranged in her mind. Except for the emergency that Fang Zhilan had to go back, she couldn't say why she had to leave in such a hurry.

Two days ago, isn't that the time when Su ran died on the operating table? No wonder even Zhuo Xiangyu went to the hospital, but she didn't see anyone.

"Is there any news from the Fang family?"

Linda shook her head, did not explain anything, but let Wanzi's eyes gradually condense, the whole person's face is very gloomy because of haggard and emotional displeasure.

"May God forgive you as you forgive others. Man comes from dust and returns to it. May your soul rest in heaven, Amen."

The long eulogy is finally over. With the priest's sign, Wan Zigui gets up first. Linda also takes down the white rose from her chest pocket and follows Wan Zigui's steps to put the rose on Su Ran's ice coffin.

Following Wan Zigui's action, the people sitting in the church also lined up with their own rose and went on stage in turn to learn Wan Zigui's way of offering white roses.

Wan Zigui stands in front of the ice coffin and bows to everyone who comes to offer flowers. Linda stands not far behind him and follows him closely for fear that he will fall down in the meeting because he is too tired.

Finally, when all the people have finished offering flowers, there are not many people left in the church. Su Ran has always been a loner, and he is very lonely abroad. Besides Wan Zigui, a sincere friend, he has few friends in the circle.

When Su ran was abroad, he almost lost contact with Wan Zigui, and WAN Zigui knew little about his interpersonal relationship. His funeral was handed over to Wan Zigui, and almost all the people invited came to attend because of Zhuo's face.

After leaving the church and burying Su Ran's ashes in the cemetery, a few drizzles finally came down from the gloomy sky. With Wan Zigui's sad face, it seemed that the sky was moved by their deep friendship.

When all the funerals were finished, Wan Zigui, who had been holding on, finally failed to go back and fell down.

When he woke up again, Wan Zigui's head was dazed, as if a century had passed, but the black-and-white photo at the head of the bed clearly reminded him that all the memories he didn't want to remember were coming back.

The door is pushed open, and Linda, dressed in casual clothes, is a little less fierce to work with Wan Zigui, but she is still beautiful. Seeing Wan Zigui wake up, she immediately presents her bone soup, which has been boiled for several hours, to him like a treasure.

"The doctor said you would wake up at about this time. I think it's almost time to boil some tonic Soup for you. You haven't had a rest during this time. You need to take good care of yourself!"

Wanzi reluctantly opened his mouth and felt that he was really hungry. He took the bowl from Linda and poured all the soup into his mouth. There was no taste of the soup, so he spoke highly of it.

"It's delicious!"

Linda didn't seem to care about Wan Zigui's carelessness. She immediately gave him a satisfied smile. "I cooked a pot and prepared your favorite food. I think I must be hungry. Get up!"

Wan Zigui adjusted his mind and soon lost the unhappiness of his good friend's death. Although he was still a little tired, he obviously had a smile he hadn't seen for many days.

I felt my stomach, then nodded to Linda, "your bowl of soup really makes me feel hungry. Thank you for your care!"

The smile on Linda's face does not change. It seems that as long as Wan Zi Gui is in a good mood, she will naturally be infected by him.

At the dinner table, when Wan Zigui throws the last green vegetable into his mouth, his fatigue these days seems to be suddenly swept away, and the whole person becomes more energetic.

After having enough to eat and drink, Wan Zigui began to care about Zhuo's situation. "These days when I'm away, there's nothing wrong with Fang's new project."

As for wanzigui, she just let herself into a busy state when she had a little spirit. Linda obviously didn't agree. Because she wasn't in the company, they got along with each other more casually. She threw wanzigui a blank eye.

"Even if there's any new problem, it's not up to you for the time being. Mr. Zhuo has granted you half a month's holiday, so that you can have a good rest, so you can enjoy this rare holiday."

A holiday in exchange for a friend's life?

Wan Zigui's eyes suddenly flashed a trace of self mockery, and soon gathered down, and asked Fang Zhilan like a change of topic.

"Is there still no news coming from Hong Kong?"

Linda has been with Wanzi for some time. Naturally, she knows what he really wants to ask. She slightly restrains her casual mood and twists her eyebrows.

"So far, Fang's business is as usual. Miss Fang Zhilan goes to work normally every day. There is no important news."

Wan Zigui suddenly feels that it's not worth it for Su ran. In order to save her life, he doesn't even want it. After suffering in the intensive care unit for so long, she doesn't say that Fang Zhilan doesn't respond to the news of Su Ran's death.

"A woman without conscience!"

He picked up the watermelon juice that Linda had just squeezed for him on the table and poured it directly into his stomach. He almost regarded the watermelon juice as wine, which made Linda frown.

When Linda went back, she looked at Wanzi's posture. Although she knew she shouldn't be too busy, she couldn't help reminding him.

"You are still very weak. Take a good rest during this time. Don't touch the wine!"

But wan Zigui didn't seem to hear it. She didn't give any response to Linda who was worried about him. Helpless Linda had no choice but to pray for WAN Zigui's reason to stay for a while.

Hong Kong

"Daddy, how are you feeling today? Did you take the medicine prescribed by Dr. Wang on time

After a day's work, the first thing for Fang Zhilan to go back to Fang's mansion is to go upstairs to Fang Wenguo's bedroom to see his condition, for fear that he might have any more accidents.

Fang Wenguo is holding a picture in his hand. He looks down at the picture as if he is recalling the memory of the past. Even when Fang Zhilan talks to him, he doesn't seem to hear it. He doesn't give her any response.

Fang Zhilan sighed and came closer. She shook her hand in front of Fang Wenguo's eyes, but she didn't get any reaction from him. She squatted down and found that he was not in memory at all, but fell asleep looking at the photos.

Dad's spirit has been worse since he came back from the hospital, but he insists on recuperation at home, and no one can change his mind.

With a sigh, Fang Zhilan gently takes out the photo in Fang Wenguo's hand. She can't help looking at the photo more, but almost immediately recognizes that the three people in the photo are Fang Wenguo himself, Fang Wushu, Fang Zhengzhi and Fang Chengzhi, who died early.

Put the photo back on the cupboard at the head of Fang Wenguo's bed. Uncle Lin, the housekeeper, comes in. Fang Zhilan frowns and glances at Fang Wenguo who is sleeping on the bed. She silences him and asks him in a low voice.

"How's daddy today? How many meals did you take? "

Uncle Lin looks at Fang Wenguo who is asleep. He takes the initiative to put his body flat and let him have a comfortable sleeping position. Then he sighs at Fang Zhilan and shakes his head.

"The master's condition is not good. After sitting on the bed and looking at the photos for a day, I'm not allowed to stay at the side. He said that he wanted to be quiet. After sleeping for a while, he woke up. When he woke up, he continued to look at the photos, but he took the medicine."

When he heard uncle Lin say that Fang Wenguo was not only mentally depressed, but also obediently taking medicine, his worries dissipated. He rubbed his eyebrows and walked out.

"As long as daddy took the medicine, the doctor also said that Daddy's body should recover slowly."