Zhuge Qingyao looked up at a pure and lovely smile and said, "Senior brother, you have already figured out how to tell him?" ”

Wen Jun shook his head and sighed: "His love for you is no less than my love for you. To hurt someone who loves you so much, to be honest, it's hard for me to open my mouth. ”

Zhuge Qingyao suddenly grabbed his wrist, kept shaking it gently, and pouted: "I don't care, I don't want to be separated from you for a moment." ”

Wen Jun stroked her hair lovingly, and said softly: "If the two love for a long time, how can they be in the morning and twilight?" Some things are done in a hurry and are counterproductive. ”

Zhuge Qingyao's face changed suddenly, he looked up at him, and said in a lost voice: "You...... Do you want me to come back to him? ”

Wen Jun was dumbfounded, and he didn't know what to say for a while. His mind was a mess, and it was almost numb.

Originally, the things at hand were messy enough, the martial arts competition was about to start, and the group of "Taobao Gate" was secretly eyeing him, and he was not allowed to be negligent. Now that this great trouble has come to him, what should he do?

Zhuge Qingyao suddenly threw his hand away, turned his back to him, and sobbed: "Senior brother, you ...... You have changed, your heart has changed. ”

Wen Jun's heart seemed to have been cut by a knife, and an indescribable sourness suddenly surged into his heart. Looking at Zhuge Qingyao, who was close at hand, he felt that she seemed to be so far away from him.

Zhuge Qingyao gritted his teeth and hissed: "If you want me to return to his side again, I am willing to go...... Die. ”

Wen Jun's heart softened, and he hugged her beautiful body again, and choked up: "Senior sister, don't say stupid things, you know that I love you." ”

Zhuge Qingyao struggled gently in his arms, and cried "duh": "Love me? Love me, do you want me to come back to him? Don't you care at all? ”

Wen Jun's heart hurt again, and he choked up: "Who said I don't care?" The thought of you lying next to another man makes my heart hurt more than a knife, and I almost want to die. ”

Zhuge Qingyao stopped struggling, turned around and threw himself into his arms, sobbing, "Senior brother, what should we do?" ”

Wen Jun comforted: "Senior sister, you have to believe me, I will definitely not let you be alone again." ”

Zhuge Qingyao fell into his arms, silently weeping.

Wen Jun groaned for a while, and suddenly said, "Since you don't want to return to him, then go back to Zhuge first." ”

Zhuge Qingyao raised his head and nodded with tears in his eyes.

In Duan Jingru's office, Yang Jianming's brows were deeply locked, like an ant on a hot pot, sitting down for a while, standing up again for a while, and from time to time casting those melancholy eyes that were almost collapsing to the window.

Outside the window, the night was already very thick, thick like the sadness of his brow. In the cold wind, the bare sycamore branches swayed in the wind, as if they were sighing.

Zhuge Feiyang sat on the chair, his expression was calm, his eyes closed and he was contemplative, like an old monk sitting in meditation, and no expression could be seen on his face. But is his heart as calm as that?

Suddenly, there was a sound of light footsteps at the door, getting closer and clearer.

Zhuge Feiyang and Yang Jianming were both startled, got up almost at the same time, and greeted them at the same time.

When he saw Zhuge Qingyao's face full of sweet smiles, Zhuge Feiyang's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Yang Jianming rushed to Zhuge Qingyao's side with an arrow step, grabbed her wrist, and said softly: "Sister Yao, are you okay?" ”

Zhuge Qingyao broke free of his palm, his body quickly flashed to the side, and said, "Aren't I okay now?" "It's a little impersonal, but it's not as cold as before.

Yang Jianming is a humble gentleman, he wants to be a good husband in front of Zhuge Qingyao, and he wants to be a good son-in-law in front of Zhuge Feiyang. Therefore, even if he has all kinds of grievances, he can only suppress them in his heart, and he can only smile embarrassedly.

In a person's life, if he cares too much about the eyes of others, he is destined to be burdened by external reputation. Why not try to live a more authentic life, laugh when you want to laugh, cry when you want to cry?

Wen Jun couldn't help but sigh secretly, why is fate so cruel and helpless?

Since Zhuge Qingyao had already dodged away, there was a space between Wen Jun and Yang Jianming, and their eyes collided with each other unexpectedly.

Yang Jianming's eyes were deep, as if he was hiding thousands of questions and doubts, and he wanted to ask but didn't know where to start.

Wen Jun was frank and open, not only did he not dodge a little, but he also did not have a trace of guilt. He seems to have forgotten that he was hugging someone else's wife just now.

His charming peach blossom eyes blinked, and he smiled, "Do you want to ask Miss Zhuge about the course of her illness?" ”

In front of Yang Jianming, he called Zhuge Qingyao "Miss Zhuge ", not "Mrs. Yang", at this moment in his heart, has he made a decision?

Yang Jianming frowned and muttered, "How is my wife's illness?" ”

Zhuge Feiyang's heart suddenly rose again. Although his daughter's eyes looked much softer, and there was still a hint of sweetness on her face, how could he rest assured before he was confirmed by the doctor?

Wen Jun touched the bridge of his straight nose and groaned: "Miss Zhuge is not big, but it is not small. ”

Zhuge Feiyang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Doctor Wen, how do you say this?" ”

Wen Jun glanced at Zhuge Qingyao, who knew that this Nizi was staring at him with a pair of autumn-like eyes, looking at him without blinking, as if he was watching a play for a long time.

He smiled bitterly in his heart and said slowly: "Miss Zhuge is a little abnormal because she was stimulated. If she wants to return to a normal condition, in addition to continuing treatment, she also needs to recuperate with peace of mind, which is very important. ”

Yang Jianming's deep eyes blinked, and asked, "How can I recuperate with peace of mind?" ”

Wen Jun said: "Don't let her be stimulated again, don't force her to do what she doesn't want to do." It is best to be able to return to the familiar environment in which she used to live, which can relieve her mental stress and let her slowly recall the happiness of the past. ”

Yang Jianming frowned and said, "The familiar environment in which you lived? What does that mean? ”

Wen Jun said bluntly: "What else is more familiar to her than the Zhuge family? ”

Zhuge Feiyang nodded and said, "Doctor Wen is right, we will definitely do it." Just this continues to treat...... What to do? ”

Wen Jun pondered for a moment and said, "Once a week, I can ask Miss Zhuge to come over, or when I am busy with this martial arts competition, I can also pass." ”

Zhuge Feiyang said: "It's so good, it's just too troublesome for you, Doctor Wen." ”

Wen Jun said with a smile: "The doctor is benevolent, as long as Miss Zhuge can recover as soon as possible, what is this trouble." ”