Ex-wife Won't Remarry

He Ziling bitterly hooked her lips and looked faintly at the sleepy person on the hospital bed. "Her name is Du Ruo, the dry daughter of Mrs. Fu Mo LAN!" he said, gently grasping her shoulder and saying word by word, "she is also a person in Jun Hao's life who can't be left anyway!"

Muxi Yan's pupil suddenly widened and suddenly looked at the hospital bed. Even in a coma, his eyes still trembled.

He Ziling held her hand tightly. "For her, Jun Hao has only compromise and pity. It can be said that as long as she says what she wants, even the people related to her, Jun Hao will take special care of her. So... Do you understand?"

As soon as the voice fell, Muxi Yan's heart suddenly trembled, and his whole body was trembling. He forced down the pain in his heart. After a careful glance at the ward, he found that the decoration, furnishings, layout and lights of the room were gorgeous and exquisite, dreamy and romantic. If it wasn't the potion flowing quietly into Du ruo's body It's not that there is a faint smell of disinfectant in the air. It's almost the same as home. No wonder she insisted on returning to this ward under the circumstances of yesterday.

"Have they known each other for a long time?" she said vaguely.

He Ziling looked at her ugly face and her eyes were weak and sad. "Yes... They knew Jun Hao before I knew him! I don't know why Jun Hao was so good to her. From their usual relationship, she must be a very important person, and Mrs. Fu must have recognized that she is the daughter-in-law of the Fu family..."

"Really?" Muxi Yan suddenly pinched his palm and laughed at herself. No wonder no matter how hard she worked this year, Mo LAN just didn't like her, but said she was disgusted!

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and her face became more pale, "a year ago..."

"Xiaoyan..." he Ziling held her tightly and interrupted in a deep voice, "don't ask again..."

The body shook and looked up at his eyes. At this time, the eyes were no longer warm, but dark as ink, worried, painful, spoiled and extremely complex. Muxi Yan suddenly suffocated in her heart, and countless depression poured into her heart. She only felt a fishy sweetness in her throat. The strong pain made her speechless no matter what.

Vaguely stroking his hand, his eyes fell on Du Ruo on the hospital bed. He felt a stabbing pain. Muxiyan trembled and slowly got up and walked towards the door. It turned out that... She was the reason why he left her a year ago?

She spent nearly 8 years watching him, and her deep gratitude turned into a touch of love. The touch of love unconsciously turned into deep love, but... Now Du ruo's appearance clearly told her that her persistence was not worth mentioning. She was like a clown, performing a monologue alone. In addition to sadness and irony... What is she? What is it

Looking at her thin back, he Ziling's clenched fist was full of green tendons. She seemed to be several years old, which made his heart sink to the bottom of the sea. In addition to the pain of suffocation, it was a deep sense of powerlessness!

******

China, 23 p.m., other courtyard in the south of the city.

In the study, Fu Junhao sat lazily in front of the desk, his deep and unpredictable eyes fell on the huge screen in front of him, and his whole body was calm and wise.

"... in addition, with regard to the bidding scheme for Pearl Island, I hope you can draw up a credible data as soon as possible and hand in your own data before the bidding list is published. Is there a problem?"

The heads of the branches in the video screen looked at each other one after another. A few seconds later, they nodded confidently, "please rest assured, president!"

Fu Junhao nodded with satisfaction, "OK, break up the meeting!" and cut off the remote control.

Slowly put down the remote control, Fu Junhao's eyes fell on the side of the mobile phone, and suddenly sank. A few seconds later, he mysteriously hooked the corner of his mouth and dialed a number, "Devin, don't come back for the time being, fly directly to the United States!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a pig like complaint on the phone. The poor Chinese was very funny, "Oh! Mygod! Evil capitalists, what a shameful thing to squeeze the surplus value of the working class!!!"

Fu Junhao slightly picked his eyebrows, hooked his lips and faintly spit out a few words, "those who can do more work!" he said, his eyes sank and faintly dropped a word. He didn't care what the reaction was over there, so he hung up the phone directly.

"I'll talk about the cooperation case myself. See you in New York!"

Leaving his mobile phone, Fu Junhao slowly got up and walked to the French window. The light sprinkled on him, deep and shallow, outlining his unpredictable smile.

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In the open hotel room, I only heard the rapid and regular sound of fingertips tapping on the keyboard. Muxi stared at the portable screen without expression, cool and calm.

Finalizing the last word, she slowly closed her hand, got up and walked to the window. Looking at the dark sky at some time, she mockingly hooked her lips. Thinking of her escape from the hospital this morning, she was nothing but satire.

Oh, it's really embarrassing

His eyes swept over the gradually quiet night scene, and suddenly his eyes trembled suddenly. Muxi said, slightly supporting his eyes. The figure leaned quietly against the trees on the side of the road. He stared at her direction quietly. His dark eyes were full of warm and jade light. Under the lights all over the sky, it seemed that his happy figure was integrated with the night, but filled with endless sadness and loneliness.

Muxi Yan's heart was stagnant. He picked up his mobile phone and dialed flustered. A few seconds later, the gentle voice came faintly, and the tone was a little dull, "Xiaoyan..."

Mu Xi said, his eyes trembled violently and interrupted softly, "how long have you been waiting?"

Hearing the trembling in her voice, he Ziling's eyes flashed slightly, looked up and calmly stared at her, slowly hung up her mobile phone, gently raised her lips, exposed the dimples on her cheeks, and turned away a few seconds later.

Looking at his figure stretched by the night, muxiyan's fingertips trembled violently, his mobile phone fell slowly on the sofa, turned and fell on the sofa, gently closed his eyes, and tears slipped through the corners of his eyes.

She always knew that when she came out of the hospital, he had been silently following her, not far or near; Just now she understood his whispering voice - if you're all right