Wife contract has expired: want to remarry, no way!

Although there was no sound amplification, Tang Wanliang's voice could still be heard in the terrible silence room.

"Hang up." Han Jing didn't lift his head and continued to drink.

Hearing the word "President Han", Han Jingchu also felt the distance between them. Yes, he should keep this distance from this woman.

Su Weian, who is far away from home, planted deep guilt in Han Jingchu's heart. This guilt and debt made Han Jingchu unwilling to get close to Tang Wanliang.

Qiao Yiyi realized what she had done wrong, but refused to miss the opportunity of Tang Wanliang to deliver it to the door. She pretended to be coquettish and said, "yes, Mr. Han, I'm sorry, I shouldn't take it."

Tang Wanliang immediately hung up the phone when she heard the sweet whine. Her heart, which had been beating wildly, suddenly slowed down and became as silent as dead water.

The heart with thousands of sores and holes has been numb.

Looking around, there was a smell of male hormones. It was the smell of Han Jingchu, which she was deeply infatuated with. It was so familiar, but so strange.

As if nothing had happened, Tang Wanliang put down the phone, took off his clothes and walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was steaming with fog.

In Dijing bar, Han Jingchu heard Joey say this nonsense. Thinking of the response of the woman on the other end of the phone, he squeezed the glass hard.

"Hua La -" the glass broke in Han Jingchu's hand, and the glass pierced his bony fingers with blood.

Qiao Yiyi screamed and rushed up to care about Han Jingchu's hand.

Han Jingchu pushed away Joey with boredom, took his cell phone from the sofa, left the room and left Joey alone.

Joey sat on the sofa angrily and clenched her hands tightly.

Once upon a time, Han Jingchu was willing to touch her and let her be a junior at least worthy of the name. However, since Tang Wanliang lived in Hanyuan, Han Jingchu won't touch her at all.

"Tang Wanliang, you bitch." Qiao Yimu stares at the front fiercely in her time, hoping to break Tang Wanliang into pieces.

Han Jingchu was driving a black Bentley with one hand. He seemed to be worried about something.

The car skillfully parked in Hanyuan garage. Han Jingchu hurried off, completely ignoring his injured hand and forgetting to lock the car.

Entering the hall, Tang Wanliang's figure disappeared, and Han Jingchu's anxiety filled the air.

Aunt Fang has come back. When she heard someone coming in, she hurried out: "the young master is back."

Seeing Han Jingchu's bloody hand, aunt Fang panicked: "what's the matter with your hand! Why did you lose so much blood! "

"Well, where's Tang Wanliang?" Han Jingchu said eagerly, ignoring aunt Fang's inquiry.

Aunt Fang ran to the telephone and replied, "the young grandmother is upstairs. She didn't look very good when she came back. She should go to bed now."

"Young master, I'll call the family doctor right now." Aunt Fang looked sad and seemed to hurt herself: "Oh, let the master know, but I'm worried."

Aunt Fang's few complaints reminded Han Jingchu that this matter should not be known by Han Laozi, otherwise he would be angry again.

Mr. Han thought he was going to have grandchildren, and the preparations for the birthday banquet are about to begin. Now he must not know that they have a bad relationship.

Han Yuan's family doctor and the old house are the same. If you let the family doctor know Han Jingchu's injury, Han Laozi will know it.

At that time, there was another storm.

"Aunt Fang." Han Jingchu immediately called aunt Fang: "this is a small injury. Don't disturb the doctor."

"Well, I'll call my little grandmother down and ask her to bandage you." Aunt Fang said with concern, "I'm an old woman. I only know the local prescriptions in the countryside. I don't know how to pack them."

With that, aunt Fang hurriedly turned and went upstairs and asked Tang Wanliang to go.

Han Jingchu just wanted to stop it, but there was a trace of joy in his heart. Yes, he wanted to see the little woman.

Even if there is always a suvivian between them.

Aunt Fang didn't know that Tang Wanliang had slept in the master bedroom with Han Jingchu, and hurriedly knocked on the door of the third bedroom: "young grandma, have you slept, young master is injured!"

When Han Jing first saw this, he sneered: "aunt Fang, it's over there."

With that, his deep eyes looked at the master bedroom and motioned aunt Fang to knock on the master bedroom door.

"Oh, oh, look at my memory." Aunt Fang was happy, patted her head and hurried to knock on the master bedroom door.

Tang Wanliang opened the door and just finished bathing. Her hair was not completely dry.

"Young grandma, it's bad. The young master's hand is hurt!" Aunt Fang reported anxiously.

Tang Wanliang's numb heart was pulled, his drooping eyelashes flashed up, and his apricot eyes were filled with care: "where? Is it serious? "

Han Jingchu heard the little woman's voice. The wound on his hand seemed to have healed. He sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes like a high emperor waiting for the servant's inquiry.

Tang Wanliang hurried down and saw that Han Jingchu's left hand was red and even scarred. She couldn't help but want to rush over and bandage him.

But reason, let her stand where she is.

In the past, did it seem too active to cross the minefield again?

The so-called minefield is the boundary between Tang Wanliang and Han Jingchu.

Her fragile heart could no longer bear the feeling that one second was heaven and the next would become hell.

Coupled with Su Weian's unbearable abuse, and Han Yanran framed her again and again.

She decided to stay with Han Jingchu only as the president's secretary until Su Weian returned home and until the position that did not belong to her was returned to her original owner.

"Are you blind?" When Han Jing first saw that the woman had not acted for a long time, he felt lost and a little angry.

"Why not call a family doctor?" Tang Wanliang tried to twist his head again. He didn't want to see Han Jingchu's injuries, nor did he allow her heart to be restless because of those injuries.

"You dead woman!" Han Jingchu was angry. The woman didn't feel bad for the injury!

"Don't forget, you live in my Han Garden now! You are my secretary now! " Han Jingchu roared.

The whole Hanyuan was shocked by the roar.

Hehe, secretary? Is it the secretary who can send her so endlessly, humiliate her, tear her heart into pieces and trample on the ground?

But in the face of the furious Han Jingchu, Tang Wanliang dared not refuse.

I had to squat down and slowly open the medicine box. If I wanted to say something but didn't say it, it turned into clear tears and hit it hard.

Dripping on Han Jingchu's wound.

Han Jingchu, who was already angry, kicked the medicine box to the ground. Tang Wanliang turned back in surprise and knocked his knee on the tea table.

The severe pain made her unable to straighten up and sat on the ground for a long time.

"Let me see you cry again!" Han Jingchu walked to the room.

As cold as he is, he can't admit that he likes this woman because he owes suvivian all his life.

But the woman's tears are like needles. Every time she tears, Han Jingchu's heart is like being pricked by a needle. It's hard to feel guilty.

He doesn't want to see this woman cry, at least not in front of him, because he will be soft hearted.

Aunt Fang was stunned aside. How did the good situation just now evolve into this kind of situation.

After reaction, aunt Fang rushed up and helped Tang Wanliang up.

"Ah! Little grandma! What happened to your knee! " Aunt Fang screamed when she saw Tang Wan's bruised knees.

Han Jingchu, who had just reached the bedroom door, heard it, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, turned and ran downstairs.

This dead woman is really not a worry at all.

When he came to Tang Wanliang's side, his arrogant arm crossed his waist, picked up the little woman who fell on the ground and walked towards the car without saying a word.

Throwing the woman into the passenger seat, the black Bentley quickly started and drove towards the hospital.

Tang Wanliang wanted to resist, but when he saw the man's bloody wound, he swallowed his words before he had time to deal with it.

The man around him, what he did, really let him see through

Tang Wanliang repeatedly warned that he could not cross the minefield.

This decision is very painful. After all, what she put down is her persistence for so many years and the man she has loved for so many years.

But we must put it down, because he never belongs to her.

The car stopped at the hospital. Tang Wanliang quickly opened the door with severe pain.

She did not want the warm and charming arms to touch her again. The weak determination she had just established could not withstand such temptation.

"Stop." Han Jingchu's low voice came. Tang Wanliang was determined to stay in place and didn't dare to move half a minute.

Han Jingchu got out of the car, picked up Tang Wanliang with powerful arms and walked into the hospital.

VIP ward.

"Mr. Han, your wife's knee is a recurrence of an old injury. It's said that she has hurt her muscles and bones for 100 days." The doctor looked at Tang Wanliang in embarrassment.

"The last time I didn't cultivate myself well and was hurt many times, which..." the doctor didn't know what to do.

"Say directly, how to treat!" Han Jingchu's face was black and his overbearing hands crossed his chest.

"Cultivate self-cultivation and minimize the extension and flexion of knee joint. We will give drug assistance and insist on hot compress every day. " Said the doctor.

"All right, I see." Han Jingchu's eyes turned to Tang Wanliang: "stay with me and wait for me."

With that, he went out of the inner room of the ward, sat on the sofa in the outer room and began to clean the wound on his hand.

The nurse cleaned the blood on Han Jingchu's hand with a cotton wool dipped in alcohol and hydrogen peroxide, touched the golden cudgel ring on his ring finger and hesitated.

"Mr. Han, this..." the nurse looked at the cold president. The blood under the ring on her hand was not cleaned. She needed to remove the ring.

Han Jingchu glanced at the ring on his hand, took it off expressionless, left a circle of shallow marks, and soon disappeared.

Such a cold president, which little nurse dares to wrap it up?

The nurse said nervously that Han Jingchu's hand was wrapped up. Under tension, she put the ring and cotton wool on the plate.

Tang Wanliang's attending doctor is a man. It's reasonable that Mr. Han should help Mrs. Han with hot compress. Even if he doesn't do it himself, there will be special people to take care of it.

So the doctor left the hot compress and left.

When Han Jingchu's hand injury was cleared up, the nurse was about to leave with a plate.

"Slow." Han Jingchu raised his eyes: "give my wife a dose of medicine."

Worried that Aunt Fang would report to old man Han, Han Jingchu didn't easily let aunt Fang come to the hospital to help.