After The Divorce, I Farmed In The Countryside [Danmei MTL]

1:: Going Into The Countryside Disheartenedly

"Lin Feng, Lin Feng, I have a headache..."

In the dimly lit room, Su Ling kicked off the quilt and rolled over with difficulty, groping around with his fingers on the side, touching the empty space, and opened his eyes sleepily.

Chu, by the small lamp beside the bed, he could see that there was no one beside him.

He forgot again.

Lin Feng hasn't returned home for almost half a month.

He retracted his hand in disappointment and placed it on his forehead.

So hot!

He has a fever.

Su Ling's mouth was dry, his throat was swollen and painful, his body was limp, his eyes were confused, and he might be burning too badly.

Accompanied by tinnitus, he breathed heavily and coughed twice, making him feel tight.

Lie on the bed for a while, he barely propped up his body, climbed to the side of the bed, and wanted to pour himself a glass of warm water.

However, just as his hand reached the glass, it slipped, and the glass tilted and fell from the bedside table to the wooden floor.

"Pala", broken.

Su Ling stared at the debris on the floor, his yes slowly reddening.

If he was thirsty at night when he first got married with Lin Feng, he don't need to get up and pour water on his own.

Just rub against Lin Feng's generous and warm arms, and coquettishly say that he is thirsty.

No matter how sleepy Lin Feng is, he will get up and give him poured water.

It is said that marriage is the tomb of love.

He and Lin Feng haven't even reached the seven-year itch, and they have gone from the period of passion to coldness in only three years.

Su Ling didn't know where the problem was between him and Lin Feng. It seemed that one day, he was surprised to find that Lin Feng often went on business trips, and he was the only one facing the cold home, sitting alone at the table for dinner.

At night, no one hugged him or held him, and even the affairs between husband and wife became as plain as water, from three times a week to once a month.

Fever makes a person vulnerable, Su Ling bit his lip, holding back desperately, not letting tears fall.

After sucking his sour nose, he picked up the phone on the bedside table and rubbed his eyes to make himself more awake, opened the recent call in the address book, stared at the number in the first row, and his fingertips were shaking a little.

In an instant, the phone dialed.

A private hospital in L country Y city—on the silent aisle, the phone rang suddenly, which was particularly harsh.

The man in a suit leaning against the wall and staring at the operating room door nervously was taken aback and almost held it in his hand.

The bloody cell phone was thrown away.

Looking down at the caller ID jumping on the screen, the man in the suit hung up without hesitation.

The man in the windbreaker standing next frowned and asked, "Why did you hang up?"

The man in the suit solemnly said, "The current situation of President Lin must be kept secret."

The man in the windbreaker squeezed his eyebrows and looked tired.