Wen Nian was lying naked in the middle, her skin was swollen and wrinkled, and the water that kept seeping from the bathtub was shaking her up and down, leaving her unconscious.
Xie Qingzhu's shoes were full of water, and she struggled to lift him out.
Roll up a bath towel and wrap it around someone: "Every year, every year..."
Wen Nian's eyelids were heavy and his breath was weak and trembling.
Xie Qingzhu helped her put on her clothes and went out to ask the locksmith for help. The two worked together to send her to the hospital.
The dream came to an abrupt end.
The strong smell of disinfectant irritated the nasal cavity, and the eyelids squirmed when I opened my eyes. The walls were all white, and the surroundings were covered with medical objects.
"Nian Nian, you scared mom to death."
Song Xinci cried while holding on to the hospital bed, with tears covering her face.
Her mind was confused after she had just woken up. Wen Nian opened her mouth, her throat was stretched and painful, and she lowered her voice: "What's wrong with me?"
"You drowned in the bath. If Qingzhu hadn't heard the commotion at home and found someone to pick the lock and fish you out, mom might not even be able to see you. Don't do such a stupid thing next time."
Song Xinci cried while talking.
Wen Nian weakly raised his hand to wipe her tears: "Don't cry, isn't this okay?"
There was a lump in her throat and she hiccupped. Song Xinci looked at her with complaints and distress: "Tell me the truth, is it because of Yan Sheng that you want to commit suicide?"
"Nothing."
Wen Nian couldn't use his strength.
Song Xinci stopped crying: "I heard from Qingzhu that you want to divorce Yan Sheng?"
Elder Wen breathed a sigh of relief and said frankly: "Yes."
Over the years, she has made several small disturbances.
Every time Song Xinci patiently tried to persuade her to reconcile.
Only this time, she remained silent.
Wen Nian: "Why don't you persuade me to reconcile with him this time?"
"Qingzhu has told me everything about you."
Without blinking, she asked directly: "What did I tell you?"
Song Xinci said nothing and looked at her without blinking.
Wen Nian felt sour in his eyes: "I haven't reached the point of infertility, but it will be more difficult to conceive in the future. I have no regrets about divorcing Cheng Yansheng, and I have thought deeply about it."
"good."
"Then don't ask him to get money from him again, and quit gambling."
Song Xinci frowned: "As for the money he took, can he let us go?"
"It's none of your business."
Song Xinci raised the corners of her mouth but stopped talking.
Wen Nian held up his heavy eyelids and said, "If you are afraid that your life will be difficult, I will call my eldest brother and ask him to take you to Hangnan."
"I dont go."
Wen Nian glanced at Song Xinci and said nothing.
After getting involved in gambling, Song Xinci was afraid of her son and avoided him.
Wen Nian's illness actually made Song Xinci curb his gambling temperament.
…
On the fifth day of teaching at Qin's house, Cheng Yansheng returned to the harbor from other places.
1.2 million was deducted from her account.
One million for one night's sleep, plus two hundred thousand for medical expenses for her illness, it was Wei Zong who personally sent Wen Nian the account book to Zhongshan Garden.
"Miss Wen will live here from now on, won't she go back to Nanshui Bay?"
Wen Nian recovered from a serious illness and his face turned pale.
"I'll go back in two days." She stood by the door, holding a ledger in her hand, and the skirt she was wearing was flying in the wind.
Now that Cheng Yansheng is back, Wen Nian can no longer hide.
She would always go back to playing the role and live a married life with him that was glamorous on the outside but rotten on the inside.
When Wei Zong left, he bowed to her.
I made an appointment with Qin Rang for a class at three in the afternoon.
Worried about being late, Wen Nian was in a hurry and collided with a car on the road. She was fully responsible for paying the penalty.
When the traffic police team was handling an accident, they accidentally hit each other and met Shen Qingzhou.
Shen Qingzhou blinked and saw, who else could that graceful figure be?
She was the wife of his sworn brother who stayed alone in the empty house.
He smiled and stepped forward to chat: "Wen Nian, it's really you! I thought I was wrong!"
While chatting with the traffic police about matters, Wen Nian didn't come back to his senses for a moment when he heard the sound.
"Brother Qingzhou."
"Mr. Shen, is this your friend?"
The young traffic policeman on the side asked, and Shen Qingzhou said, "Yes, did something happen to her? Did the car hit someone or did it hit someone?"
"Tail collision, it's not a big deal."
"That's it!"
For Shen Qingzhou's sake, the traffic police resolved the accident quickly.
The two of them went out together. Shen Qingzhou glanced at Wen Nian's car. One of the lights on the left side was damaged: "Where are you going, sister-in-law? Are you driving so fast?"
"Go to Work."
Shen Qingzhou was a little surprised, but he didn't point it out: "Then drive carefully."
On weekdays, she didn't get close to the people around Cheng Yansheng, and the most friendship they had was through face-to-face encounters.
Shen Qingzhou helped out of love.
"Thank you for your help about what happened just now."
"You're welcome."
Suddenly, a drizzle started falling outside. Wen Nian walked out into the rain without an umbrella, looking a little weak.
Shen Qingzhou curled his lips in amusement.
He hurried to Country Bay, where Cheng Yansheng was.
It was daytime outside, and the ballroom in Country Bay had already gone dark. Enchanting and gorgeous women were swaying on the dance floor, and a circle of beautifully colored wine was placed in the entire hall.
There is a mahjong table spread out in the cubicle.
Sitting in the most conspicuous positions at the door were Zhou Yinghuai and Ye Cian.
They all have small friendships.
Shen Qingzhou stepped in: "Where is Yan Sheng?"
“Catch up on some sleep in the corner.”
According to the position to the left after entering the door, in the corner of the sofa, half-lying on a tall figure, tall and long-legged, with half of his calves hanging out, you can tell at a glance that it is Cheng Yansheng.
