He Rijun coming again

Chapter 40 Is it okay to remarry?

If Luo Zhiwen were to tell himself how those three years passed, he would not be able to say a good word.

The pain wasn't that Feng Qingzhu beat him or scolded him, but that Feng Qingzhu didn't see him at all.

At the beginning of their marriage, when Luo Zhiwen first found out about this matter, he wished that Feng Qingzhu could show even a little dislike to him.

It's a pity that he has never been in Feng Qingzhu's eyes.

Luo Zhiwen remembered every phone call he had made to Feng Qingzhu.

There is nothing to remember, anyway, every time there is nothing, and finally hit Han Qianshan, and get an answer that everyone knows is a lie.

Indifference is not terrible, disdain hurts the most.

Luo Zhiwen's silence gave his parents more opportunities to criticize Feng Qingzhu, and when he finally came out of the living room after going through all kinds of hardships, his brother Feng was soaked in water, standing alone in the yard facing him. laugh.

Luo Zhiwen walked over with an umbrella, stared at Feng Qingzhu's rain-stained face for a while, and smiled: "Do you regret it?"

Feng Qingzhu nodded and shook his head.

I regret not recognizing him earlier, and I don't regret being scolded in the rain at Luo's house.

"Let's go." Luo Zhiwen sighed, "Parents are angry, no amount of explanation will help."

"En." Feng Qingzhu took the umbrella in his hand, took off his wet coat and put it in the crook of his arm.

Luo Zhiwen glanced at it, and couldn't help asking: "Is it not cold?"

"It's already wet." It's even colder on the body.

He sighed again, pulled Feng Qingzhu to the car and ran: "I'll drive the way home."

Feng Qingzhu pursed his lips and smiled: "Yes."

Feng Qingzhu's embarrassment at Luo's house was not in vain, he sneezed when he got home, and then lay down on the bed with a fever under Luo Zhiwen's helpless gaze.

"I haven't been sick for many years." Feng Qingzhu looked apologetically at him who was about to call the family doctor after he was busy, "Go and rest, I'll wait for the doctor here."

Luo Zhiwen took the phone away from his ear: "Lie down."

The tone was a bit fierce, and he gave Feng Qingzhu a look, and then continued to ask the doctor: "Well, yes, the temperature was taken... Before you come, can I do this?"

The doctor's answer obviously did not satisfy Luo Zhiwen.

He put down the phone, sat by the bed, and reached out to touch Feng Qingzhu's forehead.

Feng Qingzhu closed his eyes, feeling the cold touch come and go, it was Luo Zhiwen who wiped the rainwater from his forehead with a facial tissue.

After Luo Zhiwen finished wiping, he pulled Feng Qingzhu up from the bed: "I've put away the bath water, hurry up and take a hot bath."

Feng Qingzhu stood up heavily, with his arms on his shoulders, shaking weakly.

Luo Zhiwen's whole body was stiff, and he was not willing to push away.

In fact, Fengqingzhu's illness was not as serious as it appeared at all. After all, it was just a cold.

Do not take medicine, drink plenty of hot water, and get a good night's sleep.

But how could Feng Qingzhu give up the chance to get close to Luo Zhiwen?

He "weakly" walked into the bathroom, leaned on the wall, and walked to the bathtub: "Go and rest, I'm fine."

Luo Zhiwen's face was sullen, and he didn't speak. He threw the change of clothes on the toilet seat, and then stood by the bathtub with his hips akimbo: "I'll watch you wash."

Feng Qingzhu paused: "Isn't that good?"

"Not so good?" Luo Zhiwen laughed angrily, "Brother Feng, don't forget what you did to me."

Even if some traces have disappeared, someone can't refuse.

Feng Qingzhu coughed lightly and looked away, with hesitation on his face, but quickly took off his clothes with his hands, revealing his firm chest.

Luo Zhiwen looked away speechlessly, turned his back to the bathtub, and suddenly an arm stretched out beside him.

"Take a towel." Feng Qingzhu's voice suddenly rang in Luo Zhiwen's ear.

The feverish man leaned against him so hot that even the breath he exhaled was hot.

Luo Zhiwen twisted his neck uneasily: "I'll get it, you take a shower quickly."

Feng Qingzhu didn't force it, took off his pants, and stepped into the bathtub.

The sound of water gradually sounded, and the fog was dense.

Luo Zhiwen hugged Feng Qingzhu's clothes, sitting on the toilet seat in a daze.

He was remembering what his parents said.

His own child had been neglected for three years and divorced, Luo Zhiwen's parents certainly could not forgive Feng Qingzhu.

Not only did they not forgive Feng Qingzhu, they even ignored Luo Zhiwen's protest and planned to give him a blind date.

"The scar on our Ah Wen's face is gone, and he has a good temper, but he still worries that he can't find a better man than Feng Qingzhu?" That's what his mother said, "Believe it or not, I'm making a phone call right now, and I want to talk to you." Your blind date can be lined up at the door of Feng's house!"

These words are completely exaggerated, but it can also make Luo Zhiwen feel that his mother is already mad.

Luo Zhiwen didn't want to go on a blind date, nor did he want to find a man other than Feng Qingzhu.

He still hasn't figured out what happened in his previous life.

What does the scene in the dream mean?

He remembered that he put on his wedding dress after Feng Qingzhu's death——

Who is he going to marry?

"Ah Wen."

"Huh?" Luo Zhiwen turned around in a daze, then turned his face back with a blushing face, "Wipe with a towel after you're done washing!"

Feng Qingzhu laughed: "The bath towel is in your hand."

He choked and handed the towel behind him angrily.

"Thank you." Feng Qingzhu took the towel away.

There was a rustling sound behind him, Luo Zhiwen heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that the doctor would be here soon, so he no longer planned to stay in the bathroom, but unexpectedly, Feng Qingzhu suddenly groaned and lay on top of him .

The water vapor mixed with the smell of hormones instantly enveloped Luo Zhiwen.

His breath was full of Feng Qingzhu's breath, and the man's hot forehead was pressed against the back of his neck.

Memories like snowflakes began to circle in Luo Zhiwen's mind again.

"It's so uncomfortable." Feng Qingzhu murmured in pain.

Luo Zhiwen's heart suddenly rose to his throat: "Brother Feng, is it okay?"

Feng Qingzhu was silent: "Help me up."

"it is good."

"In the evening..." Feng Qingzhu said again.

"Don't worry, I'll accompany you." Without thinking, he said, "Are you dizzy? Let me help you sit down."

Then, Luo Zhiwen heard Feng Qingzhu ask in a hoarse voice: "Shall we remarry?"

Luo Zhiwen opened his mouth——

The harsh doorbell rang suddenly.

As if being splashed from head to toe by a basin of cold water, he jerked away, pointed at Feng Qingzhu's nose, and smiled angrily: "Brother Feng, when did you learn this trick?"

Feng Qingzhu leaned against the side of the bathtub, with a towel wrapped around his body, embarrassment flashed across his eyes because of Luo Zhiwen's accusation, but he still stretched out his hand to hold his wrist: "Ah Wen, I mean it."

"So you're pretending to be sick?"

"I'm really sick."

Feng Qingzhu was really ill, but not so seriously ill.

Luo Zhiwen shook his hand away, wondering why he was caught in such a childish trick, and still sat on the toilet for so long.

Feng Qingzhu understood what he couldn't understand.

Concern is chaos.

Only these four words.