Newly married wrong love, blaming ex-wife

Chapter 154 A Heart Lamp

He didn't intend to wear this dress a second time.

By the time the driver came to pick him up and send him back in person, it was already around one o'clock in the morning.

"Mr. Ling, are you okay?"

The driver asked Ling Ze worriedly. He didn't expect this to happen. He just sent that Mr. Song back, and this happened to Ling Ze.

"fine."

Ling Ze got out of the car, he didn't even have an examination in the hospital, what could happen?

only……

He put his hand on his stomach, he was hungry.

And at this time, there is nothing to eat outside, it seems that he can only be hungry until tomorrow morning.

After dismissing the driver, Ling Ze walked to the door, entered a string of passwords, and then the door opened.

He thought that what was waiting for him was the same darkness and silence in the room as before.

I don't know how many nights it was like this, he didn't live with his parents, but since he bought this house, he lived here alone, working overtime, looking for someone to party, or returning late for other reasons so it is.

No day is different.

However, when the door was opened, he was stunned at the door, because there was no black light, the lights inside were all on, and the sound of the TV being on in the living room was still on.

In this world, who will warm a cup of tea for you, who will leave a lamp for you, who will wait for you all night, waiting for someone who returns overnight.

This is also the first time that someone will leave a lamp for Ling Ze.

After Ling Ze changed his shoes and came in, he found that not only the lights in the living room were on, but also the lights in the kitchen were also on. He walked over lightly and saw that Mu Tianen was not asleep. She was standing on the side, also looking at the pot, the fire under the pot was on.

Mu Tianen seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and turned his head to look at Ling Ze.

She might want to say something, but she has nothing to say.

Ling Ze may also want to say something, but there is no sound.

Mu Tianen stepped forward and lifted the lid of the pot, and what was in the pot was nothing but old hen soup that he had thought about, waited for, and recited all night.

Suddenly, he felt like he was going to say something?
"I'm going to change clothes."

And that's when he remembered that his clothes were wrinkled like pickles.

Mu Tianen nodded his head lightly, then brought out the old hen soup, and then heated up other dishes.

Ling Ze returned to his room. He took a shower and changed clothes as fast as he could. When he came out, there were already several dishes on the dining table, all of which he liked, and some That bowl of old hen soup is very delicious even just by smelling it.

And his stomach became more and more hungry, he stepped forward in three steps and two steps, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Mu Tianen put a plate of buns in front of him.

Ling Ze took one unceremoniously. He was really hungry. He even ate several buns and a lot of vegetables. Finally, he finished the bowl of soup.

Mu Tianen has been sitting on the side all the time, she puts her hands on the table, and she doesn't know what she is looking at.

Until Ling Ze finished eating, she still maintained such a movement.

"Mu Tianen."

Ling Ze called her name.

But Mu Tianen acted as if he didn't hear it, and he just remembered that Mu Tianen always seemed to need someone to shout twice to succeed.

"Mu Tianen."

He spoke louder this time.

"En?" Mu Tianen raised his face, stood up, and put away the plates on the table.

"What brand of mobile phone do you like?"

Ling Ze suddenly asked her, this feeling of not being able to contact her is very bad. Nowadays, there are many people who can't live without a mobile phone. Mu Tianen is really a rare existence in this world.

Mu Tianen stopped.

She thought about it, then shook her head, not knowing.

She has not used many mobile phones, and many of them are left over by her sister. Whether she is out of touch with society or not particular, she just doesn't like it.

She was forced to be depressed by her own mother, so she didn't have time to study these things. Later, her time was secretly used to study these cooking skills. Otherwise, how could Ling Ze eat such delicious food now? If she had gone to play with her mobile phone, then when he came back, she might have to drink the Northwest Wind.

She picked up the plate again and left.

That's how it is today.

Ling Ze is in charge of eating, while she is in charge of washing.

She seems to have only such a little use, otherwise, what would she do in a day?
Ling Ze touched his stomach, and then walked into his room. He was a little tired today, so he didn't want to think too much. As for his car accident, he didn't tell anyone.

Anyway, there is nothing wrong, so what is the difference between talking about it or not talking about it?
Early the next morning, he still went to work as usual, but something happened temporarily, he went on a business trip, and by the time he came back, it had been a month.

As soon as he returned to Nanshi, he received a call from the hospital.

"Ler me get through?"

Ling Ze didn't know what to ask him to do. He was a victim, so did he need to go?

When he asked why, the doctor over there kept murmuring and didn't say whether he was dead or alive, but just told him to go there once, and it was as soon as possible.

Ling Ze had just got off the plane, but now he was tired and sleepy, so he had to rush to the hospital again without stopping.

And when he arrived, he was taken into an office.

"What's wrong with you?"

Ling Ze crossed his legs, why, that person is not all right, even if he was in trouble, it was his own fault, what does it have to do with me?
At this time, the doctor sitting opposite him actually didn't know how to talk to Ling Ze.

"Mr. Ling, did you touch that patient at that time? No, it was the driver."

The doctor asked Ling Ze tentatively, because at that time he remembered that there were blood stains on Ling Ze's clothes...

"Well, I touched it."

Ling Ze sat up slightly, the doctor's attitude was very strange.

"Has Mr. Ling been in contact with that driver's blood?"

"Have."

Ling Ze replied. "

"Were you injured?
"Have."

Ling Ze's finger paused for a moment, and then he clenched it tightly. There was a shallow scar on his finger. Even though it had been a month, the scar still remained.

"That driver..."

Suddenly, Ling Ze's face sank.

The doctor stood up, then took out a stack of test sheets from one side, and placed them in front of Ling Ze.

"Mr. Ling, I'm sorry, we have to do a full body checkup for you."

Ling Ze didn't look through the stack of inspection reports, it was useless, he couldn't read it, and he wasn't Zhuo Xinming.

With a sullen face, he also sat there without saying a word.

He raised the corners of his lips, so self-deprecating a little embarrassed.

"Is it AIDS?"

(End of this chapter)