Unconsciously, she has fallen deeper and deeper into this relationship, and she can't extricate herself, and imagining the breakup scene is a painful one.

Su Yimo lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes trembled, and her face became colder and paler.

When has she been... I love him so much.

She was shocked and scared at the same time.

The alarm bell in her heart rang straight, and her fingers slowly tightened.

"Yimo, no matter what, protect yourself and don't let yourself get hurt."

Andy looked at her, patted her on the shoulder and sighed.

"I know."

Su Yimo shook her hand and nodded.

Feelings are such a thing, unless you are not tempted, how can you not be hurt?

…

In the twilight.

Lu Xueqi parked the car on the side of the road, covered her face, and cried bitterly.

Yang Rong didn't help her, and Shen Yueru kept persuading her to give up.

What the hell is she going to do?

Do you really want to give up Gu Lichen?

But she really can't let go, since she was a child, she has always regarded him as the person she can spend her life with, for so many years, he has always been her sweetheart, how easy is it for her to give up?

She is persistent and greedy, and she must get what she likes, even if she is unscrupulous.

"Xueqi, is that you?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice reached her ear.

She was surprised, raised her head, and looked at Zhou Shan's face with tears on her face, "Aunt Zhou? ”

"It's really you, Xueqi, we, we really have fate!"

Zhou Shan looked at Lu Xueqi, with mixed feelings for a while, and almost stopped crying.

She finally found her, and they met in this way, is this the so-called mother-daughter fate?

"What's wrong with you? Why are you crying? Did someone bully you? You tell Aunt Zhou, and Aunt Zhou will help you deal with her! ”

Zhou Shan looked at Lu Xueqi's tearful face, she was distressed, she wanted to help her wipe her tears, but she avoided her with a disgusted face, and her face was suddenly lost and embarrassed.

"You? How do you deal with it? ”

Lu Xueqi wiped the tears on her face, looked her up and down, and snorted disdainfully.

"I—I have my own way, I can always help you."

Zhou Shan lowered his head and said humbly.

"No need, you will help me by appearing in front of me less in the future, do you know who I am? I'm Miss Lu, what about you? Go home and look in the mirror, you deserve to talk to me. ”

Lu Xueqi poured all the anger in her heart on her, stepped on the accelerator, and left.

Zhou Shan looked at the rear of her luxurious sports car, feeling both sour and happy.

Her daughter deserves to live such a life, and that Su Yimo... Hum!

Zhou Shan hooked the corners of her mouth coldly, Xueqi, don't worry, anyone who bullies you, your mother will not let go.

Lu Xueqi drove the car, speeding on the road, thinking of Zhou Shan's face just now, she was irritable for no reason.

It is also late autumn, and the temperature in Kyoto has dropped below 10 degrees, but Liangcheng is still warm as spring.

Sun-basked three shots.

Nam Junchen almost didn't fall to the ground when he got out of bed.

He hurriedly held on to the bedside table and struggled to sit down on the edge of the bed.

My head was dizzy and aching, as if it was about to crack.

He frowned, rubbed his temples, and lay back on the bed.

He touched his forehead, it was hot, he had a fever, and it was quite bad.

It appears to have been caused by his all-night drinking on the balcony last night.

Licking his dry lips that were about to crack, Nan Junchen suddenly remembered the old days.

In the past, when he and Han Yuwei were not divorced, he was sick, needless to say, Han Yuwei put the medicine and water on his bedside table, which is like now, isolated and helpless, and he didn't even hand him a glass of water if he wanted to.

He was paralyzed on the bed for a while, and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he picked up his mobile phone and dialed Han Yuwei's phone in a daze.

"Hey."

Han Yuwei is making lunch in the kitchen.

She is resting today, tired of studying, and plans to make a hearty meal to treat herself.

She was cooking soup when suddenly, her phone rang, she glanced at the screen, and the movements of her hands stopped instantly.

Nam Jun-jin?

What was he calling her for?

Do you think that humiliating her last time was not enough to humiliate her again?

Han Yuwei's eyes were filled with coldness, her fingertips slid and she hung up the phone.

But not long after she hung up, Nan Junchen called again.

She hung up a few times, he hit a few times, perseverance, and never sleeped.

Nan Junchen was hung up a few times, and his angry head hurt even more.

He bit his lip, held his breath, and dialed Han Yuwei's phone again.

Han Yuwei frowned at the glaring name on the screen.

Don't... What's the urgency?

She bit her lip and picked it up.

"Hello? Something? ”

"Han Yuwei, you actually hung up on me, you! You're really..."

"There's something to say, I'm hanging up if it's okay, busy!"

"Don't don't, don't hang up, I... I'm in trouble, I'm sick and can't get up, can you come and see me? I was thirsty, hungry and uncomfortable, and I felt like I was dying..."

Nan Junchen covered his forehead, immediately coaxed, and said in a painful voice.

"Sick?"

"Well, come on, play for a while, I guess I don't even have the strength to get up and open the door for you..."

Nan Junchen hung up the phone after speaking, he really didn't have the strength to say anything superfluous.

"Hey! Nam Jun-jin? Feed! Hung up? ”

Han Yuwei looked at the phone screen, pursed her lips and fell into deep thought.

His voice was hoarse like this, he probably wasn't lying.

But what if he was sick? Does it have anything to do with her?

They are divorced, and now their relationship is not even as good as that of strangers, why did he call her, why did he ask him to take care of him?

Really...

Han Yuwei put down her phone and continued to boil the soup, but she was so restless that her hands almost burned her hands.

Finally, she sighed heavily, wiped her hands, opened the cabinet, and took out the insulated lunch box.

Let's go, and we should return the favor.

Half an hour later.

Han Yuwei carried a large cloth bag, stood at the door of Nan Junchen's villa, and knocked on the door.

She knocked for a long time, but Nan Junchen didn't come to open the door for her.

A worried look appeared on Han Yuwei's face.

No... He couldn't have fainted, did he?

She was anxious in her heart, and while knocking on the door, she loudly called Nan Junchen's name.

When the third sound was called, the door suddenly "clicked" open.

She stared in with wide eyes, and the stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

"Don't shoot, you've smashed the door."

Nan Junchen held on to the door and staggered in front of her.

He looked at the blurred figure in front of him, and inexplicably felt warm and reassured.

The tense body relaxed, and he finally couldn't hold it anymore, closed his eyes and fell forward.

The man's tall body suddenly pressed down, Han Yuwei was shocked, and she hurriedly supported him.

"Hey, Nan Junchen, Nan Junchen, wake up, I—I can't hold it anymore."

Han Yuwei gritted her teeth and supported him with difficulty.

She patted his face and touched his forehead again, "It's so hot, it's so bad?" ”

She helped him in with all her strength and threw him on the couch.

"Whew~ heavily, it's the same as a pig!"

Han Yuwei poked his head and scolded him while gasping.

There was no time to rest, Han Yuwei took out the medicine box from the bag, opened it, took out the thermometer, lifted his arm, and put it under his armpit.

After a few minutes, she took out her thermometer, looked at it, and shook it.

"It's almost forty degrees, and if you burn it again, you can burn stupidly."

Han Yuwei sighed, put the thermometer back, poured a glass of water, opened his mouth, fed him fever-reducing medicine, and then she took a fever-reducing patch and pasted it on his head, after doing all this, she wet a hand towel with cold water again, wanting to cool him down physically.

But she walked up to him and looked at the bathrobe strap on his body, but she couldn't do it.

Although she has been married to him for three years, she has never had close intimate actions, let alone undressed him to see his body.

She took a breath, gritted her teeth, and muttered, "Don't look at incivility, don't listen to incivility, color is emptiness, emptiness is color." Unfastened the straps of his bathrobe and lifted it.

The man's near-perfect body instantly burst into her eyes.

He has muscles, but not too much, just right, well-proportioned and extremely beautiful.

Han Yuwei looked at his body, his face was almost ripe in an instant, and he tried it red with a tomato.

I'll go... Is he so good?

The standard dress looks thin, and there is meat in the undressing.

Han Yuwei looked at his figure for a while before coming back to her senses, patted her hot cheeks, secretly scolded herself for being unproductive, leaned over, took a towel, and bit her lip to wipe him.

She tried her best to control her eyes, so she kept staring at the towel and didn't look at him.

She wiped him with trembling hands and hurriedly closed his clothes.

She exhaled, her tense nerves relaxed.

She had never looked at a human body so nervously.

It stands to reason that she is a medical student and has seen countless human bodies, so she shouldn't be so nervous.

But somehow she was so nervous that she died.

After doing all this, she lifted his legs and put them on the sofa, married a blanket to cover him, took out the insulated lunch box, water and medicine and put them on the table, and looked at him silently for a while before turning away.

But as soon as she was about to leave, her hand was grabbed, and immediately, her slender body fell into a hot embrace.

The man's scorching breath instantly enveloped her.

She was stunned for a few seconds, raised her hand, and just wanted to push him away, she heard him say, "Don't go, don't leave me, don't go, don't..."

Nan Junchen hugged Han Yuwei, his red abnormal cheeks rubbed against her shoulder, and his tone was fragile and helpless, like a child.

Han Yuwei's eyelashes trembled, and her heart instantly softened.

He's... Don't want her to go?

"Okay, I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving."

Han Yuwei patted his arm, looked at his pale and sad handsome face, and spoke.

Hearing her answer, Nan Junchen gradually settled down, he hugged her, sniffed the smell of her, and his frowning eyebrows gradually relaxed.

Seeing that he fell asleep peacefully, Han Yuwei wanted to push his arm away, but for some reason, even if he fell asleep, his arm was like steel, clamping her to death, not moving.

Han Yuwei was tired, and she didn't break free from his arms.

She bit her lip and stared at his face, a little suspicious of whether he slept or not. Are you pretending to be asleep?