Ex-wife Won't Remarry

In a trance, she seemed to hear the sound of the door closing, and her body instinctively warned, but the tingling of her eyes and the suffocating darkness made her unable to open her eyes.

Fu Junhao looked at her tightly frowned eyebrows, squatted slowly in front of her, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, stretched out his hand to hold her, but attracted her to struggle uneasily.

"Good, it's me..." he whispered a few words and succeeded in calming the people in his arms. Fu Junhao satisfactorily hooked the corners of his mouth, looked down, looked at the more and more surging tears in the corners of her eyes, smiled and turned into the room with her.

Looking at her pale face, Fu Junhao's eyes trembled slightly, lying in bed with her, slightly close to her ear, with a dull voice and a bit of fatigue, "am I... So painful to you?"

Muxi said that her eyelashes trembled and her throat was sore. She didn't dare to open her eyes. Was it painful? What's that?

Feeling her reaction, Fu Junhao caught a layer of love on the fundus of his eyes. A warm kiss gently fell on her eyes and whispered, "good, I know you're awake. Open your eyes and look at me. I'm very tired..."

Muxi Yan trembled slightly at the tip of his heart, struggled for a few seconds, and slowly opened his eyes. In the blurred line of sight, it was his handsome face, with a touch of fatigue Lingering between his eyebrows.

Fu Junhao flashed a smile in his eyes, covered her lips, twirled and grinned. He only felt that the boredom in his heart dissipated without a trace these days. Even if he didn't want to, he had to admit that she was different in his heart

Feeling his desire for further, Muxi Yan's eyes suddenly widened, and his body couldn't help shaking violently.

Feeling her discomfort, Fu Junhao slightly propped up and saw the fear that her eyes were not coming and disappearing. The desire suddenly disappeared without a trace. A trace of astringency flashed through her eyes, slowly hugged her and lay down together and buried it near her neck.

"Don't touch you, just lie down with me..."

Muxi's words were slightly stunned. Her heart was desolate, but her hand instinctively hugged him and didn't touch you... These three words were her second time to listen, but compared with her first gratitude, why did she only feel uncomfortable and suffocated now?

Feeling her quiet, Fu Junhao's eyes sank, slowly picked her up and stared at her deeply, "Muxi Yan, what's the matter with you?"

It was the first time for her to shed tears like this. Even on that day, she didn't cry like this. If she hurt her that night, she would be sad and blame him. He knew in his heart. However, from just seeing her, her eyes were no longer forced indifference, but real sadness. There was a trace of self mockery. Although it was weak, she could not deceive him.

Muxi Yan trembled slightly at the tip of his heart, opened his eyes and looked at him. A few seconds later, he turned away in a panic.

Fu Junhao flashed a flash of light at the bottom of his eyes, grabbed her shoulder tightly, and his eyes were deep. A few seconds later, the ink in his eyes gradually faded, leaned close to her ear and coaxed her softly.

"Darling, what happened these days? Huh?"

Muxi Yan suddenly felt a pain in his heart, took a deep breath, slowly pushed him away, and fixed his deep eyes. Their eyes were tangled in the air.

"This is New York. Don't you really know?"

Fu Junhao was stunned, and his eyes looked at her.

Mu Xiyan wiped his tears one by one with a paper towel, endured the pain in his eyes and looked at him coldly, "at the beginning, you ran away at the wedding. Why did you choose the United States?"

Fu Junhao's eyes were instantly stained with ink. Muxi Yan mockingly hooked his lips, with a dull pain in his eyes.

"Isn't it because... There's a her here?"

As soon as the voice fell, Fu Junhao's fierce eyes were suddenly shrouded in Mu Xi's words, "did you see her?"

Feeling his fierce eyes, Muxi said, his heart trembled slightly, his voice was cold, trance and self mocking, "is it... Du Ruo?" what's the nice name of 'you alone in the forest, Zhu Rui taking purple stems'

Fu Junhao's eyes flashed and was about to speak when her light and ethereal voice rang.

"Ah..." Muxi Yan took back his mind and looked at him lightly. "She is very important to you, isn't she? You didn't want to marry me at the beginning, not just because you didn't like grandpa's threat?"

Fu Junhao frowned and looked at her, his eyes deep and unpredictable.

Mu Xi's ugly face turned whiter and whiter. Sure enough... Was she the third party in their feelings?

"I will help you, but not now!"

She took a deep breath. She struggled to spit out a few words. She turned and was about to leave. However, she felt that her arms were tight, her body suddenly retreated, rotated, and then reacted. The man had reached his arms, and his dark, low and dumb voice was sprinkled under her head.

"Xi Yan, don't do this..." Fu Junhao held him tightly, his drooping head made people can't see his look, but his voice trembled, "she... You are different, there is no comparability..."

Mu Xiyan's body was shocked, and the cold eyes were broken in an instant, full of self mockery and astringency, "I see..."

The husky voice made Fu Junhao suddenly look at her. Seeing that she had no anxious eyes, his heart suddenly trembled. He was trying to explain, but was interrupted by a gentle bell.

"Sir, miss, the situation is very bad. I've been calling your name..." as soon as the phone was connected, there was a worried and flustered voice from inside.

Fu Junhao's eyes were slightly heavy. He subconsciously looked at Mu Xiyan. Mu Xiyan's eyes flashed and hurriedly turned away.

"OK, I'll be there right away. Please calm her first!"

He gave a careful explanation, hung up the phone, looked at Mu Xi calmly and said, "I..."

Muxi Yan shuddered. A few seconds later, he pinched his palm, looked at his watch, interrupted him with a smile, got up and walked towards the door.

"It's 3 o'clock in the middle of the night. I can't get a taxi. I'll ask the attendant if I can rent a hotel car at this time."

As soon as his finger touched the door handle, he was hugged by him from behind. Fu Junhao gently put his head in her shoulder socket. The tone was low and dull, "trust me, okay?"

Muxi Yan shook his fingertips, gently opened his hand, tried to hook his lips, and slowly spit out two words, "let's go..."

Fu Junhao looked at the hand tightly held by her side, and his eyes became darker and deeper. He rubbed the center of his eyebrows and followed up.

They were speechless all the way. The car stopped quietly and quickly in front of the main gate of the hospital. Fu Junhao took a deep look at the people around him, got out of the car and walked slowly towards the hospital.

Muxi Yan's eyes flickered slightly for a few seconds, opened the door and followed up. Tonight's night seemed much darker than ever before. Before that, she never thought that she would step into the same place in two ways and two moods.

They walked through the wide hall, boarded the open-air elevator, crossed the overpass, and stepped through the narrow and strange corridor. Just as they approached the independent ward, there was a voice of grievance and uneasy sobbing from inside.

"Gina, why hasn't Jun Hao spoken yet? Hasn't he arrived in New York?"

"Miss, I've called my husband. He'll be here soon. Will you have a rest first?"

Fu Junhao frowned slightly, looked at Muxi and said. Seeing that she just pursed her lips, he turned his eyes slightly. His eyes flashed, stretched out his hand to open the door and went in.

The noise at the door made Gina look back. When she saw that Fu Junhao had a happy look in her eyes, she hurriedly opened the quilt Du ruomong had put on her head and said with a happy smile, "Miss, sir, here you are..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that the quilt on her bed was suddenly lifted and looked at Du Ruo who was about to run out of bed. As soon as Gina's dark face changed, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to stop her, "miss!!!"

Looking at the struggling Du Ruo, Fu Junhao's eyes flashed slightly, hooked his lips and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Ruo, are you not good again?"

(Note: 1. The poem "you are alone in the forest, and Zhu Rui is covered with purple stems" comes from the thirty-eight feelings (II) by the poet Chen Ziang of the Tang Dynasty. The poem describes the ghost of Du ruohua, which is open, elegant and beautiful. The following is the full text of the poem:

LAN ruosheng in spring and summer, he Qingqing in Qianwei! You are alone in the forest, and Zhu Rui has purple stems. It is late in the day, curling in the autumn wind. What is the meaning of fragrance?)

2. Filipino domestic helpers are senior domestic helpers from the Philippines, that is, domestic service professionals. Filipino domestic helpers have a little culture and understand English. They are known as "the most professional nanny in the world". In the world domestic industry, "Filipino domestic helpers" can be regarded as a world-famous brand.)