Can This Marriage Be Divorced?

46

After the incident in the bathroom, Xie Feichi, who was so dizzy, was carried horizontally by Fu Shaoyi to rest in bed.

From beginning to end, Xie Feichi did not say a word, and his eyes never stayed on Fu Shaoyi.

Fu Shaoyi's face was unusually calm except for a little scratch on the corner of his mouth. After putting him on the bed, he did not say much to Xie Feichi. He went directly to the computer desk, pulled a chair over to the bed, and then held up a mobile phone in the room to reply to work emails, and did not go anywhere.

Xie Feichi's sprained foot was exposed outside the quilt, and half of his face was hidden in the quilt. He actually wanted to ask Fu Shaoyi to do his own things and not stay in his room.

But he hesitated for a long time and just couldn't open his mouth.

Forget it.

He thought that this weird atmosphere would drown Xie Feichi, but he fell asleep as soon as his eyelids tired. He didn't have time to think about anything. After a while, he fell asleep with half of his face hidden in the quilt.

Fu Shaoyi, who was sitting on the bed and seemed to be concentrating on replying to work emails, actually had half of his nerves on Xie Feichi on the bed. When he noticed that the person lying on the bed was breathing slowly, he leaned forward a little.

After confirming that Xie Feichi had fallen asleep, Fu Shaoyi reached out and pulled the quilt covering Xie Feichi's face to his shoulders, and then tucked the quilt for him.

It seems that he suddenly sprained his ankle, which directly drained all the energy from Xie Feichi. Fu Shaoyi thought so while staring at the sleeping face on the bed.

In fact, from the moment Xie Feichi lay on the bed until he fell asleep, he felt a pain in his head that was not severe but not light either. But he just couldn't control his emotions in the bathroom and "isolated himself". Fu Shaoyi wanted to give him some time to calm down, so he didn't reach out to touch him at this juncture.

Anyway, he could bear this degree.

As Xie Feichi fell asleep, the pain in his head gradually decreased.

In the end, he felt nothing at all.

At this moment, Fu Shaoyi's mind was no longer so confused. He actually accepted the fact that he was tied to Xie Feichi's pain as a matter of course, and he didn't feel that it was something to worry about. He

could know in time when Xie Feichi would feel pain, so he could be annoyed.

Now there was only one thing he couldn't figure out, and that was why he had seven attacks of periodic severe pain.

He didn't want to believe that Xie Feichi died seven times, and he was a little reluctant to imagine the scene of Xie Feichi on the verge of death.

He would rather believe that he was actually possessed by evil spirits and was forcibly tied to the pain of various people in other worlds. It happened that he was tied to Xie Feichi last month, but the other party came to him for some reason.

Ding Dong -

the sound of a WeChat message brought Fu Shaoyi back to his senses. He looked down at his phone and saw that it was Fu Xuyan who sent him a message.

[Fu Xuyan: Brother, where is Chichi? I sent a message to him, but he didn't reply. He usually doesn't reply to my message for more than half an hour.]

Fu Shaoyi glanced at the person sleeping on the bed and typed a reply.

[Fu: What do you want to ask him about? Do you want to ask him for a draft? He can't draw these few days, don't rush him.]

[Fu: [Transfer]]