Early the next morning, Wen Lu woke up in the hospital ward, his eyes bleary and his face still pale.

When he smelled the smell of medicine in his nose, he realized that this was not his home, nor a bar, but a hospital.

His head hurt. After thinking about it carefully, he remembered that it was Nie Dongyu and Yan Qin who picked him up at the bar yesterday and later sent him to the hospital.

He sat up and looked out the window with swollen eyes.

This is the first floor. The hospital is full of light in the early morning, the grass is green, and the birds are chirping on the branches.

He picked up his cell phone, and there was no other call except the work call.

Wen Lu felt uncomfortable with his stomach, so he forced himself to get out of bed and wash up.

Standing in front of the mirror, he was startled, slightly startled, and almost didn't recognize himself.

The man in the mirror seemed to be ten years older, his face lacked any vitality, his face was as pale as paper, even his lips had no color at all, his hair was messy, and his beard had not been repaired for a long time.

Looking at his slovenly appearance, Wen Lu curled his lips in a self-deprecating manner.

Turning on the faucet, he lowered his head and rinsed it under the cold water.

The stimulation of this temperature can make him feel more comfortable, but the spot on his heart is still missing.

Wen Lu took a bath, and after washing, the nurse brought him breakfast, which consisted of simple noodles, Japanese-style simple dishes and chopsticks, and a square plate.

Wen Lu had no clothes to wear, still wearing the hospital's loose blue striped hospital gown and slippers, sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.

It was not to his liking. Wen Lu frowned and ate these slowly, very slowly.

It had been a month since Tong Yao divorced him. He had been in the bar for more than half a month. When he came out, he felt like he was in another world.

The small and dark space of the bar often made it difficult for him to distinguish between day and night. In this way, he would not feel the passage of time when he soaked in it every day. If he was drunk, he would even feel that... everything was a dream.

After waking up from the dream, he was still the same Wen Lu as before, and he still had a family.

Thinking of this, Wen Lu's hand holding the chopsticks stopped, his throat was sore, and his eyes were distracted.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, he continued to eat the noodles with his head down.

At around nine o'clock, Nie Dongyu came to see him and brought him nutrition, a change of clothes and daily necessities.

Wen Lu sat on the bed, and the nurse gave him another bottle of water.

Unlike Wen Lu before, he is taciturn now. Even when Nie Dongyu came over, he almost didn't speak.

Nie Dongyu was afraid of being left in the cold, so he laughed and said a lot of things, but it was still quite cold.

"Brother Lu, do you want your servant to come over?"

"No need." Wen Lu refused.

"Oh, okay, what about Mo Mo? Do you miss him? If you miss him, I will pick him up."

"Let's bring him over tonight."

"Okay, okay, little Momo is so cute. I will pick her up tonight."

Nie Dongyu had to go to the company for a meeting later and left the hospital after not staying long.

However, as soon as he walked away with his front legs, Yan Qin came with his back legs...

Yan Qin didn't come alone, there was Shu Mo by his side.

Shu Mo was wearing an off-white silk dress, with her long wavy hair draped over her shoulders. Perhaps because she wasn't wearing high heels or makeup, she didn't look as flamboyant as usual. Instead, she looked a bit innocent as a college student, as if she was around 20 years old.

girl.
Chapter completed!