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

I can only ask the nurse for help.

The nurse wondered why Mr. Han didn't personally apply the medicine for Mrs. Han?

Recently, a lot of grapevine news has been spreading. President Han and his wife are seemingly divorced.

Some news even said that Tang Wanliang asked to be the president's secretary in order to keep an eye on Han Jingchu.

Such news can be seen at a glance, but it is not so simple for outsiders.

Everyone was talking behind her back about Mrs. Han, who was always hot around Han Jingchu, and speculated that she must have some magic, so that Han could tolerate her like this.

The nurse began to apply traditional Chinese medicine hot compress for Tang Wanliang and just turned on the instrument.

"Wait a minute, slow down."

The cold, steady bass came from behind the nurse.

The nurse was instantly controlled by the magnetism of the sound and slowed down by half a beat.

"What does president Han mean?" The nurse doesn't understand. Even if she doesn't move slowly, she will be very gentle and won't hurt Mrs. Han.

"I need to learn." Han Jingchu's voice was still like ice: "after all, I'll take care of my wife next time."

Tang Wanliang and the nurse were stunned.

Han Jingchu can say such warm words?

The doubts in the nurse's heart were swept away in an instant.

"It turned out that the rumors outside were false..." the nurse was happy, as if she had mastered the first information of gossip: "President Han really hurt Mrs. Han."

"What do you say?" Han Jingchu smiled, his voice still had no temperature.

After the nurse left, Tang Wanliang sat quietly on the bed. His legs became crisp and numb because of the just hot compress.

She stroked her knee, looked at Han Jingchu, and warned her not to sink again.

When Han Jingchu saw Tang Wanliang looking at him, he looked back with ice like eyes: "don't think about it. I also need reputation."

"Your implication is that I ruined your Han's reputation?" Tang Wanliang smiled bitterly.

Fortunately, fortunately, I didn't believe his unintentional words as foolishly as before, and put them in my heart and look forward to a result.

"That's right." Han Jingchu didn't want to say one more word: "now that I'm settled down and I'm gone, aunt Fang will take care of you. I've warned aunt Fang, don't tell old man Han, take care of your mouth."

Oh, after so many things, Tang Wanliang thought he was closer to Han Jingchu, but he didn't.

In his heart of Han Jingchu, Tang Wanliang will always be a substitute for Su Weian and a cheap, nominal wife bought by 50 million.

Those words just now were as cold as ice, but they couldn't pierce Tang Wanliang's heart.

Han Jingchu closed the door, and Tang Wanliang was alone in the terrible silence of the ward.

She looked at the ceiling and said to herself, "if there is no hope, you won't be disappointed. Han Jingchu, I decided not to love you anymore."

Tang Wanliang turned his face sideways. His clear tears rolled down and penetrated into the snow-white pillow. They disappeared, leaving a pool of tears in the air.

She knew that it was already four o'clock in the morning. Han Jingchu was in such a hurry. What else would he do except to catch the flight to the other side of the Pacific Ocean?

I don't know how long later, Tang Wanliang closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Han Jingchu, who was driving to Hanyuan to pick up his luggage, suddenly found that the fingers of his left hand were empty. It seemed that he was not used to it. There was something missing.

Suddenly, black Bentley braked on Jiangcheng Avenue.

It was the ring. Han Jingchu suddenly thought of the seemingly insignificant but actually indispensable Gold Hoop Ring!

Han Jingchu drove all the way back to the hospital regardless of the traffic lights.

Rushed to the nurse's desk, just as the nurse who changed his dressing was discussing the big gossip just found.

"You know what! That President of iceberg, Mr. Han, really hurts his wife! "

"Really? Really? That wind. Will the president still hurt his wife? "

"You can't say that. On the surface, the more romantic the flow of people, the more earth shaking it hurts!"

"Yes, yes! You don't know. Just now when I helped Mrs. Han with hot compress, Mr. Han actually told me to slow down. He wants to learn how to help his wife with hot compress! "

"Oh, my God! It's really too sweet. It's too sweet to be greasy. "

……

"Cough..." Han Jingchu coughed and interrupted the nurses' chat.

"Han... President Han?" The nurse's face turned red in an instant.

The nurses stood quietly in a row, afraid that the rumored iceberg president would be angry because of their gossip.

"Yes." Unexpectedly, Mr. Han didn't mind their gossip: "I changed my dressing today. Did you drop anything?"

"Er... This..." the nurse suddenly remembered that because she was too nervous today, the plate for changing Han Jingchu was still in Tang Wanliang's ward.

"Sorry, I left the medicine tray in your wife's ward. Now she should sleep. Is it convenient to disturb?" Asked the nurse timidly.

"I'll just get it myself." With that, Han Jingchu turned smartly and walked towards Tang Wanliang's ward.

As he walked, the corners of Han Jingchu's mouth rose slightly.

Fortunately, I didn't lose the ring. Thinking of seeing the exquisite little face again, President iceberg's heart quietly gave birth to an unspeakable feeling.

He came to the door of the ward and quietly opened the door. Tang Wanliang had fallen asleep.

The delicate Emei of a woman may cluster slightly due to the severe pain of her knee.

Han Jingchu went to the hospital bed and found the gold hoop ring from the nurse's medicine plate under the slightly dim yellow bedside lamp.

Quietly picked up the little ring. Han Jingchu sat next to Tang Wanliang and looked at the woman's baby sleeping face.

Why is this damned woman so hateful, and why does she make him want so much? Why can't she?

The man sighed heavily and found a clear tear seeping from the corners of the woman's eyes.

The man stretched out his slender fingers to smooth the women's cluster of Emei and wipe away the clear tears.

Who knows, the woman suddenly opened her eyes slowly.

In the dim light of tears, half awake and half dreaming, she said vaguely: "Why are you in my dream? I have decided not to love you anymore."

With that, it was like eating some sweet food. The woman chewed her mouth and fell asleep again.

When Han Jingchu heard a woman's dream, he smiled. The woman's dreams were so strange, and then his heart hurt a little.

Who does her sentence "decide not to love you anymore" mean? You mean him?

Is it the "big brother" who often appears in this woman's dream?

"You dead woman, having a dream can upset me. I really want to punch you." Han Jingchu looked at the sleeping Tang Wanliang and gently raised his fist to demonstrate.

Tang Wanliang completely opened his apricot eyes. He saw Han Jingchu's real face in his hazy sleep. He stretched out his hand and poked Han Jingchu's thigh on the bed.

"Han, Han Jingchu, how did you come back..." Tang Wanliang was startled and sat up from the bed with a look of panic.

Han Jingchu also stood up angrily: "if I didn't come back suddenly, I don't know what shameless words you would say in your dream!"

Then he glanced at Tang Wan coldly with a disdainful face.

"I......" Tang Wanliang was like a deflated ball: "I, what did I say?"

"Now ask me?" Han Jingchu tidied up his clothes and looked contemptuous: "who remembers, only how disgusting it is."

This man is really the biggest devil in Jiangcheng! It's unreasonable. It raises Tang Wanliang's curiosity. Without saying it, it's more than humiliating people face to face!

Tang Wan turned her face away coolly and saw the clock hanging on the wall ticking to 5:30.

"Your plane..." Tang Wanliang was in pain, but his face still pretended not to care: "the flight at eight o'clock needs to be over now. Hurry and look at you. I can't recover at all."

Han Jingchu's anger was suddenly ignited. The dead woman ordered herself to leave!

He Han Jingchu was ordered by a woman for the first time in his life!

"Hello!" Han Jingchu sat in his chair and tilted his legs: "what class did you book for me? I have to rush there two hours in advance!"

Tang Wanliang suddenly realized that Han Jingchu had come to plead guilty for this.

She seldom takes a plane on weekdays. Even if she takes a plane, it is economy class. She actually forgets that the first class of this difficult president is standard.

Tang Wanliang wanted to beat himself up, lowered his head and said in a low voice, "yes, I'm sorry."

In fact, Han Jingchu was not angry at all. Instead, he felt relaxed not to go this trip.

Yesterday I decided to go. I was really forced out by Su Weian's tears. I can see that he refused to tell Aunt Fang to pack up. He didn't want to go.

Tang Wanliang just said that he needed to catch the plane two hours in advance. Han Jingchu guessed that the woman booked him an air ticket for the first time and must have booked economy class.

I picked up the reason and cancelled the trip.

At 6:00 Jiangcheng time and 18:00 New York time, Su Weian was just about to have dinner, waiting for Han Jingchu to visit her abroad.

"Ding -" the phone rang.

"Hello, brother Jingchu, I'm having dinner. When I finish dinner, brother Jingchu will be here soon, right?" Suvivian was as proud as if she had won the war.

"Ann, my ticket has been booked as economy class and has been cancelled. I'm dealing with my Secretary for this."

"Brother Jingchu, what do you mean?" Su Weian tried to hold back her anger, opened her mouth calmly and clenched her hand hard.

"I'll go another day." Han Jingchu didn't want to be multilingual and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Suvivian smashed the phone on the ground“ Tang Wanliang! I want you to die! "

"A sneeze -" Tang Wanliang sneezed. Tang Wanliang stared at Han Jingchu on the hospital bed. It must be because she broke Han Jingchu's good deeds. He cursed her in his heart.

When Han Jingchu heard Tang Wanliang sneezing, he threw the remote control of the air conditioner on the bed without looking directly at Tang Wanliang: "don't give me a cold again. I don't like the taste of disinfectant."

Tang Wanliang took the remote control and lowered her head shyly.

This man really doesn't care about people at all. It seems that there is no warmth in his world, but such cold words really make people sound very comfortable and reassuring.