Chapter 715

In her sleep, Ling Nian can feel that her arms are holding her all the time, but she doesn't sleep at all.

When it was almost dawn, Lu Chenxi realized that something was wrong. She was getting hot and shivering from time to time.

Half an hour later, the family doctor was called in.

After the injection, the doctor explained: "the recent flu virus is particularly severe. The high fever may be repeated for several days. We must remember to take medicine on time and have a good rest."

"In addition, this is an anti-inflammatory ointment. Mr. Lu will wipe some for Mrs. Lu later."

The doctor rolled the long hair beside his ear and looked at Lu Chenxi with an embarrassed smile.

However, with such a beautiful wife, it's no wonder that she will lose control for a while.

As a woman, she couldn't help admiring Mrs. Lu's beauty. Even if she was ill at the moment, she couldn't hide her inherent glory.

It's beautiful, but it doesn't show.

With two words to describe, that is delicate.

After the doctor left, Lu Chenxi stayed by the bed and didn't close her eyes until dawn.

The next morning, Aunt Zhang prepared breakfast.

Standing at the table, she asked with concern, "is your wife any better, sir?"

The day is still good, how can you have a fever at night?

Lu Chenxi stops chewing, swallows the things in her mouth and gives Aunt Zhang a light look.

The expression on his face was very unhappy.

"..." is this staring at her? Aunt Zhang was puzzled by the sudden look in her eyes.

Lu Chenxi with questioning tone said: "today's porridge why and usually not the same?"

"It's... It's different, isn't it?" Aunt Zhang felt nervous and stammered.

My wife is really good at what she said, and my husband is really a picky man!

Porridge is porridge. What's the difference?

After murmuring for a long time in her heart, Aunt Zhang had no choice but to answer honestly: "usually, my wife would soak red kidney beans the night before. My wife said that my husband likes glutinous porridge, but last night... I forgot."

Last night, my wife was in a bad mood. She didn't even have a birthday cake for her birthday. Everyone would be unhappy.

Her wife's temper is too good for her to say.

After listening to Aunt Zhang's words, Lu Chenxi did not touch the bowl of porridge again, and her face was getting colder and colder.

The atmosphere was stiff. Aunt Zhang beat a drum in her heart and stepped back in silence.

Mr. Wang is tall and handsome, and he can make money. But if she said, Mr. Wang's aura is a little frightening. Just standing close to him, she feels cold.

But Aunt Zhang pondered that she must explain the matter for her wife, otherwise, what would she do if her husband was angry with her wife?

"Sir, yesterday was my wife's birthday. It's also my fault that I forgot all such important things and then cooked a bowl of noodles."

Lu Chenxi can't hear it. These words are clearly meant for him.

As a husband, he didn't even remember his wife's birthday.

He turned his heavy eyes on Aunt Zhang's face and said in a cold voice, "what does she usually do at home?"

Aunt Zhang hesitated for a moment and said, "my wife spends most of her time in the studio. Occasionally, she goes out to have dinner with friends or go to a supermarket. Sir... My wife seems very lonely. I think she often sits in a daze in the studio. Sometimes I don't call her. She doesn't even remember to eat."

A moment later, Lu Chenxi got up and went back to the room.

He stood at the edge of the bed, slowly bending down, with the palm of his hand gently touching her face.

He maintained the same posture, she was in front of him, he was touching her, but he didn't know why, he felt that she seemed to disappear between his fingers at any time.

Last night, she said she wanted a divorce.

He didn't even think that these two words would come out of her mouth.

He got lower and lower and wanted to kiss her.

As he was about to touch her lips, her eyelashes quivered and she woke up.

Ling Nian opens his eyes, then bumps into that pair of deep eyes, and his face is flustered.

Calm down, she said weakly, "what time is it? Why didn't you go to the company?"

Lu Chenxi sat next to Ling Nian and helped her up carefully, palms covering her forehead: "take something, and then take the medicine."

He asked Aunt Zhang to bring in the porridge, and he fed her with his own hands, but she pursed her lips and didn't want to eat, let alone look at him.

Suddenly, he was a little annoyed.

He put down the important meeting and stayed at home with her, but she still gave him a look.

"Lingnian, what do you want?"

After three years of marriage, I was in peace until last night

It's just a birthday.

He didn't know how far she was going.

Ling Nian smiles faintly and looks at him calmly with tearful eyes: "I think you like me. I want you to talk to me instead of doing that kind of thing according to me when you come back in the middle of the night every day."

"Lu Chenxi, I like painting. You gave me a studio, but that studio is like a cage. I sit there from day to night. This is all my freedom."

He didn't like her going out to work.

Her only job is to play the role of a wealthy wife.

Until now, she felt that she no longer loved painting, or that she could draw nothing.

Her paintings are more and more empty, just like her heart.

Lu Chenxi pursed her thin lips and said nothing. Her deep eyes were fixed on her face.

Ling Nian continued to whisper: "I don't know, the original marriage is like this..."

In front of outsiders, in front of both families, he tried his best to perform a good husband who loved her deeply.

Even mom and dad thought that she was really happy, and dad and grandfather gradually put down their prejudice against him.

After all, the two families are world friends. From the perspective of adults, we hope that they can be together.

She has been trying to be his wife for three years, but she is getting more and more tired.

Everything is ridiculous and ironic.

When Lu Chenxi wants to speak, the phone rings. It's urgent.

It's his secretary.

He answered a few times and hung up.

Then attached to her ear, coldly said: "Ling Nian, no matter what kind of marriage you want, I can give you, only in this way."

"There's no need to talk about the divorce. Your father and your grandfather are respectable people, and I don't think they will agree."

In his opinion, she was just a princess.

Everyone in Jiangcheng knows that Xiao's little princess lived with him when she was still studying, and married him as soon as she graduated.

All of them, step by step, are under his control and planning.

"Lu Chenxi."

When he turned around, Ling Nian said faintly: "even if I divorce, I can find a better man, a better man than you."