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Wen Yiyan thought that she had discovered his thoughts just now and was a little nervous in her heart, "Explain what?"

Fan Xing's eyes grew a little dark. "That Shen Zilin, your relationship seems to be very good."

Hearing her question, Wen Yiyan could not help but heave a sigh of relief.

He softly explained: "Shen Zilin is not feeling well, you know how it is to be a doctor, her stomach isn't feeling good, her stomach is more serious."

Fan Xing's face became even colder.

Seeing that, Wen Yiyan thought of something in an instant, and teased: Are you jealous? There seems to be no vinegar in tonight's food. "

Fan Xing's mood did not get any better just because of his teasing. Instead, it became heavy for a long time.

Her eyes reddened slightly as she said in a suppressed voice, "Do you want me to talk to other men on the phone in the middle of the night as well, and for half an hour at a time? That way, you'll understand why I'm unhappy."

Wen Yiyan was a little confused, because of her reddened eyes.

It was also because …

She actually knew about Shen Zilin calling him every night.

Chief Huang had told him before that he shouldn't mention his ex-girlfriend in front of his wife. Regardless of whether he had loved his ex-girlfriend or not, women would always be jealous.

It was because of this that he did not tell her the truth, that the one who called was Shen Zilin.

But now, she seemed to have misunderstood.

Fan Xing was still hesitating even now. His heart throbbed with pain.

She felt that she had a lot of grievances that she couldn't express.

He left her last night, excused himself to go to the hospital, and ended up with other women, and the perfume she used to smell on him …

He hid it from her. What did he mean by meeting secretly with her in his previous life?

Everything was a mess, a complete mess. She never got an explanation from him.

Fan Xing choked with sobs, "Are you trying to rekindle the past?"

Wen Yiyan explained to her in a slight panic: "No, I contacted her because of my master's entrustment. She has only recently returned to our country and her health is not too good.

"Talking about medical skills on the phone in the middle of the night, your friendship is really unique."

Wen Yiyan grabbed her arm and explained once more: "That's because her stomach attack happens to be at that time, and the reason why I picked up the phone was only to tell her how to reduce the pain."

Fan Xing could no longer tolerate it and pulled his hand away, saying coldly: "Since she's so delicate, then go take care of her."

After saying that, he slammed the door and ran out.

However, he met Mrs. Wen in the living room.

Mrs. Wen saw that her eyes were red and immediately asked: "Little Xing, what's wrong? Why are you crying? "

Fan Xing wanted to pull out a smile, but he couldn't smile at all. "It's fine, mom. I didn't bring any change of clothes, I'll go back and get it."

After she finished speaking, she did not wait for Mrs. Wen's reply and immediately ran out.

Wen Yiyan chased after him into the living room. Mrs. Wen held him back and asked worriedly, "One sentence, what happened?"

Wen Yiyan didn't have time to explain and only replied: "We'll talk when we get back."

Fan Xing ran off and coincidentally caught a taxi at the door.

Just as Wen Yiyan caught up, the carriage had already started to move.

Just a little more.

He was unable to stop Fan Xing.

The man took out his cell phone and called her.

Fan Xing looked at the phone that was vibrating in his hand, and did not pick it up.

After getting in the car, her tears kept dripping down.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that Fan Xing was crying so he asked, "Oh my, what happened to the girl? Did you quarrel with your husband? "

Fan Xing sniffed and replied in a low and hoarse voice, "Mhm."

The chauffeur said earnestly, "It's alright. As the saying goes, husband and wife fight at the end of the bed, and their relationship is even more noisy. Do you understand?"

Fan Xing asked in disbelief, "Really? Do you and your wife often quarrel? "

The driver looked at her seriously as he replied, "Of course, we've already quarreled for more than ten years. I'm not used to not arguing at all."

Fan Xing was still crying, her tears seemed to be flowing free. "But, but he's hiding it from me, secretly contacting his ex-girlfriend."

The old man pondered for a moment and decided to comfort her by saying, "Is she as pretty as you?"

"She's prettier than me."

The driver cleared his throat and asked, "Is she better than you?"

She's better than me, wuu ….

The driver was a bit puzzled. "Then why did your husband marry you?"

Fan Xing wailed even louder.

"Ahh, okay okay! Lady, listen to me! Although you aren't as beautiful or as outstanding as me, look, the person he married at the end, isn't that you? That means his eyes aren't too good either, right?"

"Uncle," Fan Xing's eyes were wide open as she said in a somewhat resentful tone, "Is this how you comfort people?"

The driver also realized that he might have said something wrong, so he quickly replied, "Okay okay, that girl, where are you going?"

The car was already some distance away, and she still hadn't given him the address.

Fan Xing wanted to say that he would like to stay in a nearby hotel for the night, but when he realized that his identity card was in his bag, he didn't bring it out.

But he didn't want to go home.

After some consideration, he decided to return to the mental hospital.

When they arrived at the entrance of the hospital, the chauffeur was still trying to persuade her. "Miss, remember to relax your mood. Tomorrow, everything will be fine. Isn't it just a small matter between husband and wife? It's not that big of a deal. Moreover, your husband's eyes aren't good enough …"

Before Fan Xing got off the car, he stared at the driver, stopping the driver from speaking further.

The driver laughed. "Take care, lady."

Wen Yiyan drove back home, but did not see Fan Xing. He also called her close friends a few times, but they all said that they did not see her.

His heart was burning with anxiety. Right now, it was unknown where she had run off to in the middle of the night.

Then he thought.

Why didn't she know in the past that she liked to run around whenever she was angry?

If something really happened, what would happen to him? He …

The man's face was extremely ugly.

It was unknown whether he was angry at himself or at Fan Xing.

He thought about where she might have gone, one last denial.

Suddenly, Wen Yiyan thought of a person.

After hesitating for a moment, she called Lin Sichun and asked if he had seen Fan Xing.

Lin Sichun was woken up by the phone in his sleep, his temper was extremely bad: "Wen Yiyan, are you sick? If he didn't sleep in the middle of the night, others wouldn't be allowed to … What did you say, Fan Xing is missing?! "

Wen Yiyan was sure that he had never seen Fan Xing before, and immediately hung up.

Just then, Shen Zilin's phone call came in.

Shen Zilin's soft and weak voice came out from the phone: "One sentence, my stomach is feeling extremely uncomfortable right now."

Wen Yiyan remained cold as usual: "I have something to take care of right now."

"What's wrong?"

Wen Yiyan didn't want to say more, so he casually replied: "Nothing much, let's do it like this for now."

He hung up.

Shen Zilin looked at the phone that was hung up thoughtfully.

However, the waves of pain from her stomach caused her to suddenly bite her lips and turn deathly pale.