"The body temperature is still a bit high, can Miss Shen take her medicine on time?" asked the nurse in charge of taking care of Shen Zhiyue as she took notes.

Shen Zhiyue nodded, his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the newspaper that the other party put on the table, and asked casually, "Is that today's newspaper?"

The nurse was slightly stunned, then shook her head, "Two days ago, I just got it from the next ward." ”

Shen Zhiyue stretched out his hand to her, "Show me." ”

She had been in this hospital for several months, and she had hardly received any news from the outside world, and she didn't think there was anything at first, but now that a newspaper appeared in front of her, she felt a little itchy in her heart, eager to know what had happened in Jiangcheng recently and was enough to report.

The nurse hesitated, but handed her the newspaper.

Shen Zhiyue opened it and saw that it was all innocuous topics, among which she was a little funny was that the daughter of a family boldly recommended herself to the young marshal of the Jiang family, who has been sought after by major famous families recently, and was rejected.

Jiang Jiajun, a young young marshal, has an extraordinary spirit, a prominent family background, and has means and courage, and has been in Jiangcheng for less than a year, he has already gained a firm foothold, cutting off most of the forces secretly cultivated by Jiang Doujun in Jiangcheng, which has greatly damaged the vitality of the Jiang family, and the limelight is not as good as before.

The magnates in the city have always seen the wind and steered the rudder, and naturally they vied with each other to win him over, and rushed to send their young ladies to his house, but he refused them one by one.

In private, everyone couldn't help but talk about it, saying that he had a deep relationship with his wife and was not confused by women, and that he was afraid of guilt and did not dare to take concubines, and even said that he was a good man, and that the wife at home was just a delicate ornament.

Of course, this latter statement is completely that after those daughters were rejected, they couldn't get over their faces, and they were quick to talk for a while, seeking balance in their hearts.

The corners of Shen Zhiyue's lips couldn't help but evoke a faint smile, what kind of person is Brother Jiang, she knows very well, his deep affection for Cousin Xinyue has surpassed a qiē, no matter how good the girls from other families are, he will not take a second look, those who want to use beauty to envelop him are simply in vain, and they make people look down on them.

After reading the entire content, she just turned over the newspaper, but the smile on the corner of her lips suddenly turned cold.

I saw that there was a huge black and white photo on the front page, and the man in the photo was so familiar to her, and the handsome face like an axe and a chisel was clearly engraved in her heart, and it couldn't be erased.

It turned out that she had never forgotten him, and the peace for such a long time was all deliberately disguised by her, and she deceived herself into thinking that she no longer loved him, no longer cared about anything about him, whether he lived or died, married a wife or took a concubine, and no longer had anything to do with her.

But now, when he sees this photograph of him wearing the ring of eternity for the woman in the holy white veil in the presence of the priest, her heart aches.

He got married again, the Western-style wedding was more grand than the wedding he had with Xu Qiu, the bride had a white veil on her head, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but her posture was slender and noble, and she was very compatible with him.

Jiang Dujun's daughter-in-law, such an identity is something she can't compare, at this moment, she suddenly felt that even breathing was so painful.

She has been "dead" for less than a year, and even if he hates her and hates her, he shouldn't marry someone else so soon, which seems too ruthless, and his reputation is not good, and he will be criticized.

Thinking of this, she laughed self-deprecatingly again, what is she?

Clear-eyed people know that she is not his wife at all, she is just a plaything, and others will only complain about Xu Qiuming, who has always been good at acting, who will think of her?

"Miss Shen......" The nurse saw that her expression was wrong, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

She came back to her senses and smiled acutely at her, "I'm fine, you go get busy." ”

She pinched the newspaper with trembling fingers, tears swirling in her eyes, but she refused to fall, one hand subconsciously stroked her already high bulging abdomen, her heart throbbed and hurt, her lower lip was bitten by her with a trace of blood, and her mouth was full of blood, but she just sat there numbly and did not move, forgetting the pain, and even forgetting to breathe......