RPAGF Chapter 129 Who is more handsome, me or Nan Kaijie?
Chapter 129 Who is more handsome, me or Nan Kaijie?
I'm chasing him?
Wen Zhixia was subconsciously arguing with him when she suddenly realized that she was being stupid.
We are divorced, what else can I prove? Why do I need to explain to him?
In what capacity did he question himself like this?
Fu Ruoshi's possessiveness has always been confusing. When they were married, he suspected that she liked Gu Chun. After they divorced, he became hostile to the opposite sex and felt that he was pursuing her. Her explanation was never enough.
Even if he really regrets it now and wants to turn back, it may not be out of love and reluctance, but possessiveness.
Because love and reluctance should have emerged when you hurt her, and you didn't want her to be sad, lonely, or isolated, instead of just now when she left.
Thinking of this, Wen Zhixia said bluntly, "If you insist on thinking this way, I can't help it. We are divorced anyway. Even if I pursue someone else, is it illegal?"
"you......!"
Fu Ruoshi was choked by her and his blood pressure rose.
Wen Zhixia ignored him and walked past him and into the restaurant without looking back.
"Wen Zhixia!"
Fu Ruoshi called her.
Wen Zhixia: [Cold jpg.]
It was not until he saw her return to her seat and start chatting with Nan Kaijie again that Fu Ruoshi's gloomy expression relaxed, replaced by a deep confusion and loss.
Does she really like Nan Kaijie?
impossible!
How am I not as good as him?
Born into a wealthy family, 1.86 meters tall, graduated from MIT, rich, handsome, with a house and a car.
Connections, resources, money, body, I gave her everything!
How could there be a man in the world who loves her more than I do?
If there is one, I would be willing to marry him myself!
His blood boiled in his heart, and Fu Ruoshi was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
However, his appearance and figure were too superior. When he was angry, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyebrows were sharp, and he was wearing a black shirt and trousers. Standing on the side of the road with such a gloomy expression, he did not look like a frustrated man who had just been abandoned by his wife. Instead, he looked like a newly appointed gangster boss who was thinking about how to settle accounts and how to kill people.
Two young girls came out of the CBD and were taking out their mobile phones to secretly take pictures of him.
Fu Ruoshi had noticed two girls holding their cell phones out of the corner of his eye. In the past, he would have turned around and left, but today he did not stop them. After the girls finished taking the photos, he turned around and called them to stop.
"Come here." He waved.
The two girls were caught taking secret photos and embarrassedly put away their phones and tried to run away.
"Let me ask you something," Fu Ruoshi said, putting on a friendly expression and walking up to the two girls. "Tell me the truth."
The two girls looked like high school students. They were suddenly stopped by a handsome man with such a strong aura. They looked at each other and were a little surprised.
Fu Ruoshi pointed at the western-style restaurant behind him and then at Nan Kaijie. "Who do you think is better looking, him or me, the man in the white shirt?"
The two girls ran in the direction of his finger and of course saw Wen Zhixia sitting opposite him.
Oh, a love rival. They both understood instantly.
"Of course you're more handsome," one of them said. "The one in white doesn't have as delicate features as you. He's a bit thin, and his shoulders aren't as broad as yours."
Another said, "I don't think I'm as rich as you look."
Fu Ruoshi listened, and his mood, which was about to explode, was relieved.
"Handsome guy," the girl looked at him and asked, "So that girl, was she your crush?"
Fu Ruoshi glanced deeply in the direction of Wen Zhixia.
"Correct."
Seeing the unconcealable melancholy in his eyes, the girl, unaware of the whole story, mistook him for a love-struck overlord who had been dumped.
Then the other one asked, "So you love her very much? She doesn't love you?"
Fu Ruoshi was suddenly speechless.
He suddenly felt very funny.
He used to be arrogant, reserved and aloof, but now he grabs passers-by on the street, compares his beauty with a man he usually doesn't even bother to look at, and reveals his true feelings to two underage girls.
How miserable, like a stray dog, wagging its tail and begging for mercy.
He laughed, but there was bitterness in his laughter:
"If I didn't love her, how could I be the dog I am now?"
The next morning, when Wen Zhixia went to make rounds, she learned that Fu Ruoshi had contracted all the medical expenses of several seriously injured employees in the park in the name of Fu Group.
Several employees who came to express their condolences were secretly discussing that Fu’s was truly a company with a conscience and that it was worth their years of work.
In addition, when Quan Jincheng talked about Fu Ruo, he couldn't avoid his appearance and marriage issues.
"Hey, little doctor, I see you seem to be very familiar with our President Fu," Li Lin from bed 2 looked at Wen Zhixia, "What's your relationship?"
Wen Zhixia was concentrating on cleaning the wound for the girl in bed 4. The girl was crying in pain and holding her breath nervously.
Seeing that she didn't answer, the older sister in bed 3 gossiped, "I heard that Mr. Fu is single now. Is he interested in this young doctor?"
"That's fine," Li Lin said. "This young doctor is pretty and gentle. I think she's like a lady from a wealthy family."
......
Wen Zhixia finished cleaning the wound and felt a little exhausted sitting on the edge of the bed.
After returning home last night, she was organizing her thesis and was about to send the proposal to Editor Lu when her stomachache came back.
She knew she was overdrawn, but she had no choice. She was afraid that if she stopped, the opportunity would slip away.
She couldn't fall down or give up because there was no one behind her.
"Little doctor, go and rest if you're tired." The aunt in bed 3 saw her red eyes and said, "Director Wu will be here soon. We're all doing fine now. Don't work so hard."
Only when Wen Zhixia is understood and encouraged by patients does she feel that all the hard work along the way is worth it.
"I'll go back and eat something and come back later."
Wen Zhixia walked out of the corridor and when she passed by Jiang Sheng's ward, she stretched her head to look to the side.
Not long ago, Jiang Sheng had his second skin graft. Now his wife Li Wanting does live streaming and selling goods during the day and takes care of him at night.
She looked inside and saw a strange tall man standing beside Jiang Sheng's bed.
He was wearing a black and gold satin draped suit, holding a bunch of purple carnations in one hand and the other hand loosely in his pocket. As he spoke, he nodded slightly and smiled brightly, making people feel like they were in the spring breeze.
Wen Zhixia's face changed and she immediately pushed the door open.
"Fu Ruoshi! What are you doing? Stop harassing my patients."
Hearing her voice, Fu Ruoshi subconsciously turned around.
Since the divorce, she has always been cold and indifferent to me, calling me Mr. Fu and talking about me.
At this moment, she called his name, glared at him, and was slightly angry, and Fu Ruoshi was overjoyed.
She changed her tune!
I changed my words subconsciously.
It seems that he is not completely without feelings for me.
He looked at her with affection, unwilling to look away.
Wen Zhixia felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, and quickly turned her face away awkwardly.
"Doctor Wen," Jiang Sheng explained, "I wanted to talk to Mr. Fu. I was bored alone, and I couldn't keep calling you guys."
"You??" Wen Zhixia came back to her senses. "You wanted to chat with him? What do you have to talk about with him?"
"Doctor Wen, don't say that about Mr. Fu," Jiang Sheng coughed twice and said, "Mr. Fu is a good man."
Wen Zhixia's eyes widened even more. She pointed at Fu Ruoshi and said, "He's a good person? Jiang Sheng, isn't your understanding of a good person rigorous enough?"
"Doctor Wen," Fu Ruoshi looked at her and suddenly chuckled, "Brother Sheng and I have something to say. Please go and don't disturb our brother Sheng's rest."