Knocking on the door every night, the group's beloved wife can't stand it

A month later.

After being treated by Mr. Xu, Ye Wen can get out of bed and move around normally.

Fu Yan showed no signs of waking up. Strangely enough, Ye Wen dreamed every night that Fu Yan was beside her and talking to her.

Sometimes she couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality. When she woke up with a smile, she found Fu Yan lying quietly beside her.

When she was awake during the day, Ye Wen would think about this question: if she let Fu Yan in the dream return to his body, would he wake up?

But once she dreamed, she would forget about it.

Ye Wen touched Fu Yan's increasingly thin face and said, "Fu Yan, do you think I should ask a Taoist priest or a monk to come and take a look at you?"

"Sister," Lin You suddenly pushed the door open, followed by Xu Lao and Fu Xin, "I'm here!"

Today is the day for Fu Yan to have his pulse checked and receive acupuncture. Fu Xin went to pick up Mr. Xu and Lin You in person.

Fu Yan's fall was like a shot of ripening agent, making Fu Xin much more stable and mature.

He took over most of Fu Yan's work, leaving home early and returning late every day. The smile on his face was gone, and he became a little boss with expressionless face.

"Mr. Xu, Xiaoyou, you are here." Ye Wen stood up to make room for Mr. Xu and put his arm around Lin You's shoulders.

She smiled at Fu Xin and said, "Fu Xin, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard." Fu Xin glanced at Ye Wen and asked with concern, "Sister-in-law, are you feeling better?"

Ye Wen felt awkward for a long time when Fu Xin called her "sister-in-law", but Fu Xin insisted on calling her that.

He was grateful that Ye Wen could marry his brother at this time, and that Ye Wen was worthy of being called "sister-in-law" by him.

"I'm fine, the baby and I are both healthy." Ye Wen replied.

"That's good." Fu Xin nodded.

His calm demeanor was somewhat similar to Fu Yan's. Ye Wen was a little dazed. The sunny boy who used to love to talk and laugh seemed to be separated from Fu Xin.

I don’t know if Sister Yun has adapted to Fu Xin like this.

Ling Yun couldn't adapt, not at all.

She now spends less and less time with Fu Xin.

During the day, she was busy with her own things and Fu Xin was busy with his own things. At night, Fu Xin either had social engagements or went to the hospital to see Fu Yan. She sometimes accompanied him and sometimes stayed in the boxing gym.

The two of them only communicate when they sleep, and that’s on the bed.

Fu Xin became less talkative and never smiled all day long. Ling Yun saw it and felt pain in her heart.

She knew that Fu Xin and Fu Yan were brothers with a deep relationship. Fu Xin had seemed to hate Fu Yan before, but after Fu Yan got into trouble, Fu Xin was sadder than anyone else.

That night, Fu Xin came back from the company early and went to Ling's to find Ling Yun.

Xiao Liu and Xiao Song had recovered and returned to Ling Yun's side. When they saw Fu Xin, they greeted him respectfully, "Second Master Fu."

After Fu Xin knew the relationship between the two, he began to like them much more.

"Is Ling Yun here?"

"Sister Yun is in the boxing gym upstairs."

Fu Xin was very familiar with Ling Yun's place, so he took the elevator to the top floor without anyone leading the way.

Ling Yun seemed to have returned to her previous state during this period. After finishing her work every day, she would practice boxing in the boxing gym upstairs.

Since no one could be her sparring partner, she hit the sandbag.

Fu Xin walked to the door of the boxing gym and saw that only Ling Yun was inside. She was wearing a Sanda uniform and hitting the hanging sandbag with her fists and feet.

Ling Yun kicked the sandbag weighing more than 200 kilograms into the air. It can be imagined how strong Ling Yun's leg strength is.

Fu Xin leaned against the door, quietly looking at this woman who didn't look like a woman. He didn't know how hard he would have to work to keep up with her pace.

He sighed softly, and Ling Yun then realized that there was someone at the door.

She stopped and looked back. Seeing that it was Fu Xin, she raised her eyebrows, took off her boxing gloves, and walked over. "So early today?"

Fu Xin said "hmm", put his arm around Ling Yun's neck and kissed her.

Ling Yun had never known what being reserved meant, so she responded by taking the counterattack, pushing Fu Xin against the wall and kissing him back passionately.

She was very satisfied with Fu Xin's behavior. This was the warm and cheerful big boy who would stick to her.

After the kiss, Ling Yun was fine. Fu Xin was a little out of breath. He pressed Ling Yun against the wall, "Can't you let me have the upper hand for once?"

"Do you really want me to give in?" Ling Yun pinched Fu Xin's cheek, "If you're not good enough, practice more."

"Then I'll practice more," Fu Xin lowered his head and kissed her again.

They were kissing passionately, and Ling Yun noticed the changes in Fu Xin's body. She stopped the kiss in time. If they continued, they were afraid that both of them would lose control. However, there were surveillance cameras here.

Fu Xin took a few deep breaths and suppressed his desire.

"Baby, let's go home?" Fu Xin leaned close to Ling Yun's body. "I have to go on a business trip tomorrow, which will take about a week."

"On a business trip?" Ling Yun frowned. "Where are you going?"

"Baicheng, let's talk about an investment," Fu Xin lowered his head and kissed Ling Yun's forehead, "Will you miss me if I don't see you for a week?"

"It should be possible." Ling Yun said lightly.

When Fu Xin heard her say that, he instantly got angry. Ling Yun was always like this, looking calm and indifferent, and he couldn't control her emotions.

He didn't know whether she was happy or angry, liked it or was annoyed, he couldn't tell at all.

Fu Xin's face turned cold, "I won't go back to your place tonight, I'm going back to Fu's house to sleep."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Ling Yun's face darkened. Fu Xin had grown stronger now and dared to turn his back on her.

She also turned around, walked to the sandbag, and punched it, but the sandbag only moved slightly.

Ling Yun retracted her fist, looked at the sandbag she had broken, and walked away without looking back.

Fu Xin returned to the Fu family and found Fu Jingming was the only one at home.

"Dad, where is my mom?" Fu Xin didn't see An Yueyue, so he asked while sitting next to Fu Jingming.

Fu Jingming glanced at him and said, "You are twenty-three years old, not three years old. You should change your habit of looking for your mother as soon as you enter the door."

Fu Xin was so angry that he didn't save face for his father and directly retorted, "You are fifty-three years old, and you still haven't changed your habit of looking for my mother when you enter the house!"

Fu Jingming snorted coldly, "Can I be the same as you? Your mother is my wife. Isn't it a disease if you don't look for your wife when you go home?"

"Why are you back tonight? You have a business trip tomorrow, shouldn't you be accompanying Ling Yun?"

Fu Xin leaned back on the sofa in dejection. "She doesn't need me at all. She only cares about her company, her business, and her punching bag."

"Maybe if we separate, she can focus more. I will only be a burden to her."

"What the hell!" Fu Jingming scolded, "When you come back from your business trip, your wedding with Ling Yun will be held as scheduled."

"Dad, my brother hasn't woken up yet. How can Ling Yun and I plan to get married?" Fu Xin refused. "I want to wait for my brother to wake up. I want to hold a wedding with him."

"Your marriage partner is Ling Yun, not your brother," Fu Jingming stood up. "Whether your brother wakes up or not doesn't conflict with your marriage. Maybe your wedding with Ling Yun can bring happiness to your brother."