"You are a family member of the Weixi patient, right, there is no big problem, she can be discharged from the hospital when she wakes up." The doctor's voice rang out outside the room.

"Thank you!" The voice is clean and familiar.

Soon the man came in, the man who had carried himself into the hospital from the broken room.

It is also the husband that this woman named Wei Xi got by the next means.

Sure enough, when the other party looked at her, there was no emotion in his eyes.

Yu Zhi has the memory of that woman, even she despises her, what mad person can do such a thing, the man in front of him is already a bodhisattva incarnation without strangling her to death.

"The formalities are done, let's go."

Even He Si was surprised, she obviously hit her head against the wall, at least it should have been a concussion, but she was able to be discharged from the hospital the next day, which was also a miracle.

"Okay." Her voice was cold.

He Si's gaze fell on her for a moment, a little confused, but quickly moved away.

It's no wonder that according to Wei Xi's previous shrewd character, she can't stand such grievances, but I'm afraid that she will have to die or live again.

The awards on TV continued, and the supporters shouted impassionedly, "Let's ask Director Wu to present the newcomer award to Tong Miaomiao." ”

With a soothing vagueness, I saw a woman in a haute couture dress walking towards the podium with her skirt and curly hair, like a delicate doll.

When the woman took the trophy and said a thank you, the host handed the microphone to her, "Let me ask here, do you have any plans for the future?" ”

"I'm going to audition for "Fenghua" ......"

The TV screen went black suddenly, but it was the nurse who was taken away by the nurse on the next hospital bed, and the TV was turned off by the way.

Yu Zhi's gaze slowly fell on He Si's face, this man was too cold, it was too difficult to guess his thoughts.

"If you hadn't married me, would you have married her?"

Yu Zhi didn't get an answer from him, and the other party didn't even bother to answer the question.

In the parking lot, Yu Zhi opened the car door and was about to sit in, when he saw a paper bag on the seat, so he picked it up and held it in his arms.

The car drove slowly, and He Si looked straight ahead, "There are character biographies and audition clips of "Fenghua" in the bag, as well as the original book. ”

Wei Xi went to the He family's old house with a bunch of broken melons and jujubes, knowing that the second wife of the He family has a wide range of connections in the entertainment industry, and she wants to audition for the role of the heroine.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't treat her as a garlic at all, and directly bombarded her away, she actually played tricks and hit the wall by herself.

In my memory, He Si's cold personality and such a husband and wife relationship should not help.

She took the original book out of the paper bag, and on the cover was her favorite photograph, wearing a cheongsam, a jeweled necklace around her neck, and a veil covering half of her face.

This "Fenghua" is written as Yu Zhi's biography, and she is also the heroine in the movie.

She turned the book to the last page: The river is rolling, but the soul of the beauty is buried, a generation of beautiful women, and she is martyred for love.

"Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the Star City Hotel, the assistant director will wear an actor and a cheongsam." His expression was gloomy, "I hope this is the last time, and I won't go to the old mansion again in the future." ”

There was already a warning in his voice, and it seemed that he was really angry.

In her memory, He Si was a very dull person, he lived like an old man in his last years, he didn't smoke or drink, but he had a temperament that was alienated from anyone.

Since his father's death, he and his mother have moved out of the He family, and instead of fighting for the family property, they have taken the Master of Arts degree and are now adjunct professors at the university.

Wei Xi even said that he married a little antique, and it seems that this description is very vivid.

"Okay." She agreed, and opened the book.

Perhaps because no one had spoken to her for too long, she casually asked, "Have you read this book?" How's it written? ”

"I've seen that some stories are just fabrications, and in my opinion, there are some things she wouldn't do that." His voice was low, as if he was only willing to say a few more words when he was talking about books.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, "For example?" ”

"For example, she won't jump into the river to be martyred."

She sneered, "You know her. ”