We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

Wen Zhixia's eyes widened when these words came out.

However, when she opened her eyes, she saw wet water droplets on the man's eyelashes.

Like dewy grass under the morning mist.

In an instant, the hard line of defense cracked and turned into sweet creamy ice cream.

It is refreshing in the summer morning.

.....

It was not until he noticed the discussions of passersby that Wen Zhixia woke up from his brief trance.

Fu Ruoshi finally let go. He looked at Wen Zhixia's shocked and angry expression, pushed her away, turned around and ran away.

He couldn't stay, he couldn't let the woman see the proud Fu Ruoshi cry for love.

Wen Zhixia was still immersed in dreamy memories when he pushed her so carelessly that she lost her balance and fell flat on her butt in the flower bed...

"Fu Ruoshi!!!"

You are pretending to be so affectionate!

She gritted her teeth, raised the ice cream in her hand, and threw it at Fu Ruoshi's back without mercy.

If she had a brick in her hand, she would still smash it.

Snapped.

The ice cream hit Fu Ruoshi right on the back of his neck. The white cream soaked through his haute couture shirt and suit, causing him to stagger.

Millions of dollars worth of clothes were lost.

Comfortable.

Wen Zhixia got up the moment Fu Ruoshi turned around, and under everyone's curious gaze, got on the bus to the hospital.

A week later.

Wen Zhixia officially returned to work at the hospital.

"Sister Zhixia," Xiaoya came over with concern, "Your uncle came to see you this morning. I told you that you had taken leave recently. Did he harass you?"

Wen Zhixia's weird uncle and aunt are now famous in the hospital, especially in the burn department. Everyone knows that she has an uncle who didn't even come to see his biological father for the last time.

A few days ago, Wen Xu asked her about Fu Ruoshi, saying that Meng Jia was unhappy in her current school, wanted to change jobs, and wanted to ask Fu's people for help.

Wen Zhixia blocked him directly.

"What did he say?" Wen Zhixia asked.

Xiaoya said, "I didn't say anything specific, but you better be careful."

She paused and said, "You'd better hide at your rich and handsome husband's house instead of going back to the dormitory."

Wen Zhixia smiled faintly, "There's no such thing as a tall, rich, and handsome husband. We were acquaintances before, but we're not in touch now."

???

"What? You and Fu Ruoshi broke up?" Mao Qianqian rushed into the department and shouted, "Sister Zhixia, come on! We saw you crying and making a fuss while hugging Fu Ruoshi in the ward. You said you broke up?"

After all, the news that Fu Ruoshi escorted the old man all the way had spread in the burn department.

"It was Fu Ruoshi who was holding Sister Zhixia, okay?" Xiaoya retorted. "Besides, Sister Zhixia's grandfather passed away, so she can't cry? You're so cold-hearted."

"I..." Mao Qianqian was speechless.

"This has nothing to do with work." Wen Zhixia didn't want to say more to her. "You're busy. I'll go to the ward to check."

Looking at her cold back, Mao Qianqian said to Xiaoya, "Are all those with connections so arrogant?"

"Sister Zhixia has always been like this. She doesn't talk much, but she's dedicated to everyone." Xiaoya said, "It's better for someone like her to have a backer to protect her. Unlike some people who have backers who just take the money and do nothing, and then go around annoying people."

Mao Qianqian's face turned green with anger. "Who are you talking about?"

"I'll criticize anyone who takes money and doesn't do anything." Xiaoya stuck out her tongue and ran after Wen Zhixia.

Mao Qianqian looked at her back viciously, unable to swallow this insult.

She sat down in front of the computer, opened the hospital's personnel page, and wrote anonymously in the complaint column: Mu Xiaoya, a resident doctor in the burn department, has a bad attitude towards patients and often leaves her post without permission while on duty.

after lunch.

Xiaoya returned to the lounge angrily and put the teacup on the table with a bang.

"Who is complaining about me?" She said, her face flushed with anger. "Sister Zhixia, have you ever seen me get angry with a patient?"

Wen Zhixia comforted her, "Maybe someone wanted to complain about someone else and wrote the wrong name."

"Sister, do you think it could be Mao Qianqian?" Xiaoya was still holding back her breath. "Is she trying to disgust me because we're not trying to appease her?"

Wen Zhixia also thought this was possible.

But she didn't like gossiping, so she said to Xiaoya, "That person is as difficult to get along with as her uncle. You should give her some way. It's better to offend a gentleman than a villain."

"I won't let you, I'll offend you." Xiaoya said with a look of dissatisfaction, "At worst, you can fire me and I'll go home and inherit my mom's breakfast shop."

As soon as he finished speaking, his phone vibrated a few times.

Wen Zhixia thought it was a courier, so she picked up the phone. She heard someone say, "Ms. Wen, this is Black Rose Cake. A Mr. Fan has ordered afternoon tea for you. Please come downstairs to pick it up."

Hyolyn?

Didn’t she order paella for me just yesterday?

To ease her mood, Fan Xiaolin has been trying all sorts of tricks to coax her these past two days. She even added her to the Fan family parent group, where various uncles and aunts in the family have been sending greetings and feeding her.

"Okay, I'll be there right away." Wen Zhixia hung up the phone and pulled Xiaoya along. "Let's go and have some black rose cake."

"Black Rose!" Xiaoya's depressed mood was swept away. "Is a cake worth 2,500 a black rose? Is it a black rose for every deliveryman with eight-pack abs?"

"That's right, hurry up, or the cake will melt."

As I walked into the lobby, my phone vibrated again.

Wen Zhixia opened it and saw a WeChat friend request: [Zhixia, I’m Fan Zhenting, Xiaolin’s cousin]

The avatar shows the back of a boy skiing, looking very tall.

Wen Zhixia paused.

Previously, Fan Xiaolin said that she had a cousin who was studying abroad and had always wanted to introduce him to her, but at that time she was still under contract with Fu Ruoshi, so she sternly refused.

It seems that this was given by Fan Xiaolin's cousin.

She added Fan Zhenting on WeChat to express her gratitude.

Fan Zhenting immediately replied, "Zhixia, hurry up and get the cake, or it will melt."

Wen Zhixia took a photo of him holding the cake and replied, "Thank you. Have you returned to China? I'll treat you and your cousin to a Michelin dinner."

Fan Zhenting【You Eat the Cake First】

"Wow, this Black Rose is so generous," Xiaoya happily held it in her arms, looking back repeatedly, "This deliveryman is so handsome too, I can see his pecs..."

"Wipe your saliva quickly." Wen Zhixia laughed at her, "Don't let the director see it."

The two returned to the lounge chatting and laughing, and happened to see Mao Qianqian and Sun Minghao chatting inside.

Mao Qianqian didn't know what she said. Sun Minghao kept pinching her face and pushed her onto the sofa, and was about to ride on her.

Wen Zhixia pushed the door open with a bang.

When the two saw Wen Zhixia, they stopped playing around.

Sun Minghao said, "Zhixia, why didn't you knock on the door?"

Wen Zhixia put the cake on the table coldly and said, "I'm sorry to disturb your fun."

"Oh, Black Rose?" Mao Qianqian's eyes lit up. She ran to the table and opened the box with her rough hands.

An exquisite white swan-shaped cake appeared in front of everyone.

The cake is mirror-coated, like a piece of white jade, emitting a lustrous luster under the light.

The slogan of Black Rose Cake is: Beauty shines because of love.

The location is to escort couples.

"She said she had no contact with Mr. Fu," Mao Qianqian said jealously, her tone sour, "and then she turned around and accepted his gift."

After saying that, she picked up the cake knife and was about to cut off the swan's head.