Fu Hanye only stayed in the hospital for two days, and Chao Chao couldn't persuade him, so he had to go through the discharge procedures for him.
Dynasty sent him back to Mansion No. 8.
As soon as Fu Hanye got out of the car, a cold wind hit his face, making him shiver. For the first time, he felt extremely cold in winter.
The servant standing in front of him was hired by Wang Chao during the day. Sister-in-law Yu left, and Shen Nian would not come back. He would eventually have a woman to take care of his daily life.
The first time the servant saw Fu Hanye, he was shocked by the aura he exuded. Even when he was ill, the man was still so heroic.
"Hello, Mr. Fu."
Fu Hanye said nothing and stepped into the villa.
In the bedroom, his lonely figure, tall and tall, stood in front of the window. The street lights outside the window fell on his face. His handsome face was half hidden in the dark and half exposed in the light and shadow, with an indifferent expression. , people can't find out what he is thinking.
The servant knocked on the door for a long time but did not get any response. The servant had no choice but to bring down the cooked supper again.
Fu Hanye turned on his phone and searched for a long time, but he couldn't find even half of Shen Nian's photo in the phone.
With her slender fingers, she clicked on WeChat and saw that Shen Nian's circle of friends was clean and tidy. She never liked posting in her circle of friends. She was a cold-tempered woman, but the six years he had been with her were like her circle of friends, clean and tidy. Like white paper.
It seems that nothing is left except memories.
This kind of consciousness is enough to drive him crazy. He doesn't want to think about it, but wants to think about it deeply.
Not wanting to fall into memories alone, he walked out of the room and headed directly to the study. As soon as the study door was closed, he was the only one breathing in the quiet space.
Turning on the computer, he forced himself to process the mailbox files.
After reading the subtitles on the screen for a long time, not a word caught his eyes or his heart.
As a last resort, he turned his head and lit a cigarette. He smoked too quickly, and the smoke rolled into his lungs. When he released it, it choked his throat, causing tears to well up in his eyes.
"Han Ye, I made a cup of honey water for you. It's very good for your stomach."
He seemed to hear Shen Nian's gentle voice. Then, he raised his eyes. In his moist eyes, he saw Shen Nian's slender figure standing at the door. She smiled at him. Fu Hanye's breathing stopped, and he He stubbed out his cigarette, stumbled over, and hugged her tightly, "Nian Nian... you are finally back."
"I……"
Under the incandescent light, the man's clear Adam's apple was obviously rolled.
"Sir, you... admitted the wrong person."
This voice was not Shen Nian's.
Fu Hanye lowered his head and his eyes fell on the woman's face. Her gentle eyes were cold and cold. She was a servant who had just been hired by the dynasty.
A woman in her prime of life, around twenty years old.
Like a hot potato, he let go and turned away, his eyes cold, "In the future, don't come in without my permission."
The servant was extremely aggrieved, "I...knocked on the door."
She knocked more than once. When Assistant Wang left, he told her not to pay attention to Mr. Fu at all times.
so……
"This is honey water. Wang Zhu said you have a bad stomach."
Fu Hanye turned his face and his eyes fell on the honey water. The light yellow water was steaming, and he couldn't help but reach out and take the cup.
When the servant saw him taking the cup, he was very happy and said, "Mr. Fu, you can enjoy it slowly. If you need anything, please tell me. I'll go down first."
Fu Hanye took a sip of honey water. The water was too hot and burned his mouth. Unlike the water Shen Nian made for him, the water temperature was just right every time, not too cold, not too hot, and tasted good.
It turned out that in the past, he liked honey water, not because the water tasted good, but because the person who arranged it for him was Shen Nian.
Shen Nian is gone, and the glass of water has lost its taste.
He put the cup on the table and started working on the papers.
"It's a cold night. It's late at night. Wear more clothes. You are naturally cold. It's winter. How can you do it without turning on the heater?"
Shen Nian's voice seemed to be lingering in his ears again.
His hands on the keyboard paused for a moment. He slowly raised his head and looked at the central air conditioner above his head. The heating was indeed not on, but the person with a cold body did not feel cold at all.
At one o'clock in the morning, he finally finished processing the documents and opened the door to the study. In the corridor, the maid left a few street lights. If it were in the past, Shen Nian would have been standing under the mural in front, waiting for him with a smile on his face and love in his eyes.
He turned a corner quickly and saw that under the mural of the goddess scattering flowers, it was empty and deserted. He stepped on his lonely shadow and returned to the master bedroom.
If it were in the past, when Shen Nian saw him coming back, he would immediately go to the cloakroom to get the clothes he liked to wear, what color pants to wear with a black shirt, and what kind of tie to wear. All these were done for him by Shen Nian.
However, now, except for the cold air in the room, there is no trace of Shen Nian anymore.
However, he seemed to be able to smell Shen Nian's fragrance in the air.
The faint fragrance of jasmine breathed into his nostrils. He lay down on the bed in Shen Nian's favorite position. He picked up the pillow and put it on his chest. The fragrance of jasmine was richer, more greedy, and more memorable for him. Incessantly.
He didn't find out where Shen Nian went or look for her. He just wanted to let her go free and let her think clearly. After she thought clearly, she would come back to him. After all, she had loved him before and relied on that love. The lost love, he believed that Shen Nian would come back to him.
In the middle of the night, Fu Hanye woke up in a cold sweat. His vest was covered with sweat. In his dream, Shen Nian hugged Bu Nian and turned around to fall into the arms of another man. She asked her daughter to call him man daddy.
He raised his hand, trying to stop her from leaving, but there was only cool wind around his fingertips.
Shen Nian walked out of his life, and from then on, he became a stranger to her.
The word "strange" was like a cold nail driven into his temple.
Fu Hanye got up, lit a cigarette, and stood by the window sill, looking at the hazy night outside the window. The fingers holding the cigarette could not stop trembling slightly.
He was really the only one left in the huge room.
He lost Shen Nian.
The silent atmosphere everywhere made his mind clearer. Shen Nian's voice and smile seemed to be imprinted in his mind, clearer than ever before.
Shen Nian became quicksand that could not be grasped by his fingertips.
After smoking a cigarette and picking up his coat, he accidentally pulled the wound on his chest. The tearing pain hit him. He gritted his teeth, took the car keys, and dialed Dynasty's number as he walked out.
Being woken up in the middle of the night, Wang Chao was a little unhappy. When he glanced at the screen with a gloomy look, he sat up suddenly and said, "Fu...Mr. Fu."
I called him in the middle of the night. Could it be that there was something urgent?
Fu Hanye's voice fell into his ears along with the sound of wind, "Where is Shen Nian?"
Wang Chao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized with hindsight, "It's not appropriate to go to her at this time."
"Do you care about me?"
Those two cold words made Wang Chao feel as if the air around him had stopped flowing.
He didn't dare to care about him.
He was just a kind reminder.
"The house Shen Nian rents is at No. 88, Tamsui Bay Home Community."
