Marital shenanigans: ex-wife, don't come back

When he saw her sweat seeping out, he quickly picked up a clean towel and carefully wiped her sweat

Then Fu Beichen took the medicine bowl next to his head and carefully fed her the medicine juice.

"Cough - cough - cough -" when zhanyan's tongue tip, which had been sleeping because of a bad cold, touched the bitter medicine juice, her body had an instinctive reaction, and then the medicine juice suddenly choked the air inlet pipe, causing her to cough violently.

Fu Beichen was flustered in his eyes and quickly put the medicine bowl aside, with moderate strength to help Zhan Yan pat his back.

Slowly, Zhan Yan coughed up some medicine juice and resumed normal breathing. His breath began to become gentle, but he still unconsciously leaned his head against Fu Beichen.

Fu Beichen looked at Zhan Yan's pale little face with complex and deep eyes.

He gently wiped away the medicine juice at the corner of zhanyan's mouth with a towel, then turned around, picked up the medicine bowl with his backhand, poured it on his head, picked up her face, mouth to mouth, and slowly transferred the thick medicine juice to her mouth.

The bitter medicine juice was fed into Zhan Yan's mouth bit by bit. There was no waste of a drop. He found that he was greedy for her lip fragrance.

He reluctantly put Zhan Yan flat on the bed, carefully covered her with a quilt, and when she was normal, he picked up the documents on the table, observed Zhan Yan's situation and handled her business with some uneasiness.

All night, the condition of zhanyan didn't get too much better, and the body temperature was also high and low.

The light in the bedroom was on all night, and Fu Beichen kept watching Zhan Yan, wiping her sweat, or measuring her temperature.

It was already early in the morning, and the voice of Zhan Yan came from the bed, "cold -- so cold --"

Zhan Yan was talking nonsense, unconsciously tightening his body, and the quilt on his body didn't seem to play any role.

"Yan Yan, Yan Yan -"

After hearing her murmuring voice, Fu Beichen immediately came to the bed and hugged her rustling body. Seeing her like this, the original cold voice unconsciously caught some tenderness.

"Cold... Good... Cold!" the severe wind cold eroded zhanyan's body temperature, making her feel extremely cold at this time.

The cold on her body seemed to invade her bone marrow, and her whole body was like falling into the sea. Just like that day, the cold sea impacted her body and her heart, making her feel hopeless and completely plunged into endless darkness.

Cold!

It's as cold as bone!

Zhan Yan shook his body unconsciously.

Fu Beichen's eyebrows are tightly locked. He has always been as calm as him. He has never been nervous, but in the face of Zhan Yan, he is always at a loss, which makes him a little panic.

He used a thermometer to help Zhan Yan measure again. He had a high fever of 40 degrees!

Haven't you already had an injection to reduce your fever?

Why is it useless?!

"Well -- cold --"

When Fu Beichen's big hand was just about to be taken back, he was held tightly by Zhan Yan. He also heard her keep saying, "brother Beichen, I'm cold... Yan Yan is cold..."

The cold lines on Fu Beichen's face had long been replaced by tenderness. The weakness of Zhan Yan gave him an unprecedented care. He had no way. He opened the quilt with a sigh and hugged her in his arms.

The next day, after the doctor's treatment, Zhan Yan's condition was relieved, and then until the third day, Zhan Yan's disease had been effectively controlled. Except that she was still a little dizzy, she had no fever again and again.

The servant took the medicine to the house and returned.

Fu Beichen tried her forehead again. The high fever has subsided, but her body is still very weak. Her already thin body looks thinner. He stared at her. When did he start to care so much about her health and her every move

Does he really only hate her, just hate?

Do those old friendships really don't exist at all?!

She had been ill for many days, and he had always been by her side. Even the company's affairs were put on hold for the time being. He took it home to deal with really important things.

He forgot how she used his mother to drive Siwei away and hurt Siwei in such a dirty way. Finally, he bought a murderer and let Siwei die so tragically?

Those vivid pictures have always existed in his mind, but now he should be happy to see her like this, but Fu Beichen can't be happy. He doesn't want to see such a face. He doesn't want to see her half dead!

Fu Beichen felt a pain in his heart. He picked up the medicine bowl and carefully fed her the medicine juice.

"Bitter... Don't drink..." Zhan Yan still tasted the bitter taste of hunger in her coma. She frowned and pushed away the medicine bowl with both hands, "don't..."

Her head is so painful and heavy! I feel uncomfortable all over, let alone drink this terrible medicine.

"Yan Yan is good. After drinking the medicine, he will be well!" Fu Beichen said gently, with a bit of spoil.

Zhan Yan slightly opened her eyes. The bad smell of traditional Chinese medicine made her want to vomit, "I don't want to drink."

Suddenly, after exerting her strength, her stomach began to stir, and sour water poured into her throat. She couldn't help covering her mouth and retching.

"Yan Yan, spit it out if you want to. Don't bear it!"

Fu Beichen's powerful arms supported her. The day before yesterday, she also vomited once. The doctor came for diagnosis and treatment and said that it was no big deal. It was only because the patient was weak, had no appetite for food due to a bad cold, and acid water poured into the empty stomach.

"Hmm..." Zhan Yan's little face turned white and cried in pain, "help... Help me to the bathroom!"

She's so sad. She's really going to vomit!

"Spit it out if you want to!" Fu Beichen frowned slightly. "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Fu Beichen picked up the washbasin on one side while ordering. Her body was already very weak and could not toss like this.

Zhan Yan reluctantly raised her head. A pair of ink eyes became tearful because of the acid in her stomach. She looked at Fu Beichen in surprise. He seemed a little different? Why is he? Why be so considerate to her?

She seemed to see Fu Beichen in the past. At that time, Fu Beichen was really excellent to her and couldn't be spoiled?

But something like that happened, and even didn't hesitate to kill Fu Beichen. I wish she would die?

How could you be so kind to her?!

"Oh -" another burst of sour water surged. Zhan Yan couldn't stand it. He pulled over the washbasin and spit it out!

After almost spitting out the bile, zhanyan's stomach slowly became comfortable.

After she vomited, Fu Beichen covered her body with a quilt and asked the servant to come in and clean it up. He picked up the towel next to her, wiped the corners of her mouth carefully, and then let her lie down comfortably.