Addicted to kissing his wife, Mr. Ji is no longer evil

"You... recognize her?"

Di Yanqing showed a look of joy, it seemed that his son did not completely lose his memory.

Ji Hanshi frowned and shook his head, "I don't recognize her, but I know her name is Yanyan."

Although Di Yanqing was dissatisfied with Wen Yan, her son's injury was the most important thing at the moment. She winked at Wen Yan and said, "Come in."

Wen Yan walked to the bedside, and before she could say anything, Ji Hanshi grabbed her hand.

A pair of black eyes looked at her with infinite tenderness.

The doctor seemed to see hope and said happily: "It seems that this lady is very important to Mr. Ji. Even if she has lost her memory, her body is still like her. She can be used as a breakthrough to restore her memory."

Ji Fengyun was also moved: "You mean as long as she accompanies Han Shi, she can recover her memory faster?"

"Yes."

The doctor nodded decisively.

Sheng Lingya was unhappy: "They are divorced, Wen Yan shouldn't come here."

Ji Fengyun's face darkened: "Han Shi's health is the most important thing now, don't act on impulse."

Sheng Lingya was afraid of making Mr. Ji angry, so she had to swallow her dissatisfaction.

Wen Yan glanced at the nurse and said softly to Ji Hanshi, "Can you change the dressing first?"

Ji Hanshi glanced at the nurse and frowned indifferently.

"You'll get better faster if you change the medicine. Just listen."

Wen Yan held Ji Hanshi's hands with both of them and coaxed him like a child.

"……it is good."

Ji Hanshi's eyes never left her face and he nodded reluctantly.

The nurse came forward to change his dressing.

Wen Yan was about to walk away and not get in the way, but Ji Hanshi said, "Don't leave, or I won't change."

Wen Yan: "..."

"I do not go."

Wen Yan smiled, trying hard to ignore the cold and cruel gaze coming from Sheng Lingya behind her.

With a cold snort, Sheng Lingya turned and left the ward.

Only after the nurse changed the medicine did Ji Fengyun and Di Yanqing feel relieved.

Ji Fengyun left first, and before leaving, he said a few words to Di Yanqing.

"Wen Yan, come here for a moment."

Di Yanqing called out softly.

As soon as Wen Yan raised her foot, Ji Hanshi was dissatisfied: "Where are you going?"

Wen Yan said helplessly: "I'll be back soon."

The two came to a corner some distance away from the ward, and Di Yanqing looked very unnatural.

I had an unpleasant argument with Wen Yan before, but I didn’t expect that I would need her help now.

"Wen Yan, you have seen Han Shi's current condition, so I ask you to take care of her for the time being. I won't treat you unfairly when he recovers."

"By the way, weren't you going to get the marriage certificate originally? It's too late this time. Let's wait until he recovers."

Wen Yan lowered her eyes and listened.

Di Yanqing's meaning was very clear. He promised her some benefits when he asked her to take care of Ji Han, but she still had to get a divorce.

If it were before, she might happily ask for a good deal in divorce.

but……

She lowered her hand and touched the watch in her pocket, which still had blood stains on it.

"mom."

She raised her eyes to look at Di Yanqing, her eyes were clear, "I rarely call you that, but since Ji Hanshi and I are still married, I should call you that."

"Have you ever thought about Ji Hanshi's perspective and wondered if he wanted a divorce?"

Di Yanqing was stunned. He didn't expect Wen Yan's attitude to change so drastically.

Of course she knew that Ji Hanshi didn't want to get divorced.

but……

"I know you think I'm not a good wife."

Wen Yan's voice was a little hoarse, "But if that's the only reason, I will use practical actions to prove that I can be a qualified partner."

"As for divorce, I'm sorry, I can't give you an accurate answer."

"I can only say that if Ji Hanshi is unwilling to let go, then I will definitely hold his hand and walk hand in hand with him."

These words made Di Yanqing laugh out of anger.

"It's easy for you to say that. Do you think I'm the only one against you? You may think I'm not a threat, but can you deal with Han Shi's grandfather?"

After a pause, Di Yanqing's tone softened: "I advise you to be more sensible and not make fruitless efforts."

She patted Wen Yan's shoulder and turned to leave.

After taking a few steps, Wen Yan's clear and gentle voice came from behind:

“Even if there is no result, I will give 100% effort.”

Di Yanqing's heart sank and he quickened his pace.

Wen Yan did not have too much internal friction with Di Yanqing. The person she cared about most at the moment was Ji Hanshi.

She turned back to the ward.

The sun was shining brightly in the ward. Ji Hanshi leaned against the head of the bed and turned to look out the window.

The bright and gentle light shone on his face, making his already three-dimensional and superior profile even more pleasing to the eye.

His long eyelashes trembled, and when he heard the noise, he turned his head to look at Wen Yan.

That look seemed to be separated by endless time and space, and was filled with indescribable deep emotions.

"come over."

Ji Hanshi reached out his hand to her.

Wen Yan raised the corner of her mouth. Even though she had lost her memory and was injured, she was still so domineering.

She walked over obediently and placed her soft little hand in his palm, which was held tightly.

"You should get some sleep. More sleep will help you recover faster."

Wen Yan raised her hand to push away the slightly messy hair on his forehead.

"I don't want to sleep, I just want to see you."

Ji Hanshi looked at her without blinking.

Wen Yan's face couldn't help but blush. He had no shame in saying sweet words so bluntly.

But he looked so innocent that people felt embarrassed to refute him.

Wen Yan was just being shy, and her deep voice sounded again -

"If you really have to sleep, you can sleep with me."

Wen Yan: "..."

**

Hotel luxury suite.

The sunlight came through the gaps in the curtains, and the floor was littered with messy clothes.

The torn fabric showed the madness of last night.

Qingyue sat in the corner of the bed, wrapped in a quilt, her eyes shaped like peaches from crying.

Sheng Yanzhou pressed his brows with his slender fingers. With just a slight movement, Qingyue was frightened and shrank into the corner like a little rabbit.

The quilt slid down slightly, revealing one shoulder.

The thin shoulders were covered with bruises, bite marks, and scratches.

Sheng Yanzhou froze and glanced around.

The bright red bloodstain on the white bed sheet was particularly eye-catching, like a red rose blooming on the crystal white snow.

His eyes darkened, Sheng Yanzhou stood up expressionlessly and walked out.

Open the door, leaving a crack.

Zhao Duo had been waiting for a long time and immediately asked, "Master, what do you want me to do?"

"Get me some clothes."

The deep and indifferent voice paused for a moment before adding: "Get another set of women's clothes."

"What sizes are women's clothes?"

Zhao Duo asked.

Shengyanzhou was so annoyed. Why did they need sizes? It was so troublesome.

He returned to the bedroom and stood at the door, his tall body naked, and asked in a deep voice, "What size do you wear?"

Qingyue glanced at him and her face turned red instantly.

A feeling of humiliation filled my chest.

Seeing no response, Sheng Yanzhou became a little impatient and sneered, "If you don't want to say anything, fine, then just go out like this today."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Size M."

Qingyue was successfully threatened and her voice became hoarse.

I cried so much last night.

Sheng Yanzhou curled his lips and told his assistant the number. Zhao Duo asked again, "Where's the underwear? Do you want some?"

Shengyanzhou was a little annoyed. Why were there so many problems?

"Hey, what size underwear do you wear?"

Mr. Sheng, who is a powerful figure in Haicheng, has never been a messenger.

Qingyue was ashamed, but had to say: "70/B."

Soon, the clothes were delivered.

Sheng Yanzhou threw the clothes to Qingyue and turned to go to the living room.

Qingyue stood up, and as soon as her feet touched the ground, she gasped in pain.

Last night she thought she would be torn to pieces, but she endured the pain and opened the package.

What was delivered was a light green dress. Qingyue didn't recognize the brand, nor could she tell the fabric, but she knew that it felt very good in the hand.

Just as she was getting dressed, a tall figure walked up to her.

Sheng Yanzhou was wearing a black suit that was obviously worth a lot of money, with faint gold threads embroidered on it. He was as handsome and powerful as a god, with an aura that looked down on everyone.

He raised his toes and picked up something.

It was pink underwear torn in half.