At that time, no matter how powerful you are, it will be difficult to buy health and longevity.
It has to be said that Mu Wanqing's words hit the point and successfully shocked Wen Zhan.
He had forgotten that the old man died of gastric cancer. Maybe this disease also has the potential risk of being inherited in the family. He really couldn't act willfully.
After Mu Wanqing finished preaching, it seemed a little awkward to stay any longer.
Seeing him eating slowly, she stood up and prepared to leave, whispering: "I'm out, you should rest early."
Wen Zhan looked at her back, his heart tightened inexplicably, and he quickly said: "I'm not full, please bring me another bowl."
The woman turned around with a hesitant look on her face: "You... it's not okay to eat too much at once, isn't it?"
His expression was extremely awkward, "I haven't eaten all day..."
Mu Wanqing blurted out, "Didn't Lu Kejun give you something to eat this morning?"
"I haven't had a few bites."
"..." She was speechless.
For such a tall man, a bowl of porridge was indeed not enough to fill his teeth. Mu Wanqing curled her lips and turned around to go out, saying, "I asked Aunt Zhou to deliver it."
"I want you to send it. We haven't divorced yet, and you have the obligation to take care of me now."
Listening to the cold orders in the room, Mu Wanqing didn't bother to argue with him.
She could see now that this guy was just unhappy and deliberately tortured and embarrassed her in order to satisfy his perverted desire for revenge.
If Aunt Zhou were to deliver it, he would definitely make things difficult for her and drive her away.
So Mu Wanqing personally brought a bowl of porridge upstairs.
Seeing this, Aunt Zhou happily said to herself: Just ask my wife to go, this brine is mixed with tofu, and everything will be reduced.
"Two bowls are enough, otherwise your stomach will hurt if you hold on too long. This is the medicine prescribed by your family doctor. You should take it together and go to bed early." Seeing him finish the second bowl of porridge very quickly, Mu Wan Qing was afraid that he would still want more, so she cut off her retreat first, then took out the pills and gave them to him.
Wen Zhan put down the exquisite bone china bowl, took the pills, took the water she handed him, and drank the medicine.
It has to be said that the two of them look like an old married couple in this scene, and there is no sign that their relationship has broken down and they are about to get divorced.
"Okay, it's time to go to bed after a long day of work." Mu Wanqing was probably annoyed by him and lost her temper, so she spoke much calmer.
Wen Zhan raised his head, drank the water, and swallowed the pills. His handsome face showed pain again: "You come here to sleep at night, I need someone to take care of me at night."
"You—" Mu Wanqing was taken aback, and her eyes widened.
Don’t be too obvious about this!
"Don't worry, I'm a patient now and I won't do anything to you." He lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at the woman, as if she was thinking wrongly.
Mu Wanqing blushed and became even more embarrassed and angry, "I have to breastfeed at night, so I will disturb you."
"My stomach hurts and I can't sleep."
"but I--"
Wen Zhan interrupted her continued defense and said in a tone of voice: "Third Young Madam, we are not divorced yet. We are just like monks beating the clock every day. I hope Third Young Madam will fulfill her marital obligations until the last moment."
"..."
Mu Wanqing completely lost her temper.
After an angry silence for a while, she said, "I'm going to see if the babies are sleeping first." Then she turned and left.
After a day of "working", Wen Zhan finally got back a win. Wen Zhan felt a little more comfortable. He looked at the woman's leaving back, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little.
But the next second, his stomach began to cramp and ache again, instantly shattering the pride that had just risen in his heart.
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Mu Wanqing was breastfeeding her two babies in the nursery, deliberately dilly-dallying.
After feeding, she took her time to wash up, and even put on a facial mask on a whim today.
The phone kept buzzing, she glanced at it and ignored it indifferently.
It wasn't until 10:30 that I saw Wen Zhan's WeChat message - I want to drink water, right away!
She sneered, then stepped in slowly with a kettle in hand.
Wen Zhan stared at her with extremely dissatisfied eyes, but she was too lazy to pay attention. After pouring the water, she put it there, turned around and walked around the end of the bed to go to bed.
The man followed her with his eyes, "Is this how you take care of patients?"
"Why, I want to feed it to your mouth?"
"At least get it to me."
"Sorry, the water is too hot. I dare not hold it." The glass has no handle and is very hot to hold.
Wen Zhan's eyebrows tightened when he heard this, "I have a stomach attack, you want me to drink boiled water?"
"I didn't let you drink it now."
"..." The man pursed his lips in anger at her extremely calm and rational speech, and his eyes shone coldly.
Mu Wanqing had already walked to the other side of the big bed, lifted the quilt and got into bed.
Seeing that he stopped saying anything, the woman also secretly felt proud in her heart.
Oh, use magic to defeat magic. She is not a good girl who accepts everything. He forced her to sleep with him. She deserves it.
Mu Wanqing did not know whether he drank water in the end.
Because she didn't sleep at noon today, she was too sleepy and fell into sleep not long after falling into bed.
Wen Zhan was still thinking about finally getting her back to the master bedroom and finding a chance to have a good chat. Unexpectedly, before he could lower his face and take the initiative to find a topic, he heard the sound of even and smooth breathing coming from the pillow.
When I turned around, I saw that she was already sleeping like a little pig...
Wen Zhan is speechless!
He stared at her sideways for a while, tracing her beautiful features inch by inch. Gradually, he couldn't help but turn around and face her.
As if with consciousness, his fingers gently landed on her distant eyebrows and brushed gently.
The woman in her sleep felt itching, frowned and dodged for a moment. She didn't know if she noticed it, then turned around and lay down on her side.
The man's hand failed and he could only withdraw it in embarrassment.
His eyes were staring deeply at her back, and his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down impatiently. He took a breath and closed his eyes.
…
Because Wen Zhan was ill, the two of them reached a tacit understanding and stopped quarreling for the time being.
But Mu Wanqing still remembered the divorce.
On Saturday, Ye Huan finally got a reply, and Chen Haoyang could make an appointment when he was free.
Coincidentally, Wen Zhan's health was almost recovered, and company affairs were delayed a lot. He went to the company early on Saturday morning.
After Mu Wanqing settled the children, she cleaned herself up briefly and went out around noon.
Wen Zhan got the news at the company and instantly felt depressed.
She doesn't have many relatives or friends here, but her chances of going out have increased significantly recently, so she obviously knows someone.
He couldn't help but feel jealous when he thought about the man she had gone on a date with last time.
She keeps putting off the divorce. Is her oily-haired and pink-faced mistress anxious? So he summoned her quickly?
"Mr. Wen, do you want to... follow your wife?" Yi Hang asked anxiously, not daring to make any decisions without authorization.
Wen Zhan was so angry that he felt dizzy. He rubbed the corners of his eyes with one hand and said depressedly, "No, just let her do it."
So what if you follow, what if you witness that scene? It's just making yourself more frustrated.
Now that the messy news on the Internet has not subsided, she can't wait to run out to date her mistress - Wen Zhan gets more and more angry as he thinks about it, and he can't wait to break the news to the media immediately, so that she will also be trapped in the quagmire!
By then, everyone will have a bad reputation, and no one will have the right to dislike the other.
