After Feng Chen learned about Gu Nanzhi's accident, he booked a flight back to China. The doctor who treated the disease had brought him back to Ji's villa and left a message for Ji Ruoyun before leaving.

After getting off the plane, we didn't stop all the way to the hospital.

When she opened the door of the ward, she saw Shen Zechuan and Assistant Yang. Because the two nurses had gone back to rest, it was already two or three in the morning. Because Shen Zechuan didn't leave, Assistant Yang didn't leave either. He was sitting on the sofa sorting documents. .

Hearing the door to the ward being pushed open, the two of them paused and looked at each other.

Feng Chen was dusty, his face was full of exhaustion, but his eyes were deep and powerful. He glanced at Shen Zechuan and said lightly: "Thank you for the hard work this time, Mr. Shen."

Even though he hadn't asked Assistant Yang yet, he guessed that Shen Zechuan must have helped. Although he didn't like Shen Zechuan, he still expressed his gratitude to Shen Zechuan for Gu Nanzhi's kidnapping this time .

A hint of coldness flashed across Shen Zechuan's gentle brows: "Mr. Feng is really a busy man. My wife was hospitalized because of your injury, but Mr. Feng went abroad to busy with work."

At this point, he sneered: "Is Mr. Feng really finished with his overseas work?"

"Don't worry about these things, Mr. Shen."

Shen Zechuan stood up, with a smile on his face, and said with an obvious coldness in his voice, "It seems that Miss Ji is fine, otherwise Mr. Feng wouldn't have returned home in a hurry."

Feng Chen's eyebrows were slightly stern. Shen Zechuan approached Feng Chen and said with a smile, "If you don't like her, let her go as soon as possible."

"Mr. Shen, be careful." Feng Chen raised his eyes slightly, his eyebrows were deep, and he looked at him with a dark look.

Shen Zechuan took a step back and his eyes wandered on Feng Chen. Feng Chen was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a cool and handsome appearance. His whole body exuded a cold and rigorous aura. Maybe he was not on the right track with him, and his body was filled with a sense of contradiction, distance and A sense of abstinence. Even though I returned home exhausted after a long journey, I still felt oppressed by the ride.

If this man wasn't Gu Nanzhi's nominal husband, Shen Zechuan might be interested in becoming friends with him.

It's just a pity.

Shen Zechuan chuckled: "Mr. Feng, you don't have to be so cautious. Don't worry, I won't tell Nanzhi that you went abroad to meet Ji Ruozhao."

He lowered his voice: "After all, I don't want Nanzhi to be hurt and make her think that she is no better than Ji Ruozhao."

After saying that, Shen Zechuan walked to the door of the ward and glanced back at Feng Chen as if he had remembered something: "Since Mr. Feng has returned to China, take good care of Nanzhi. After all, you are her nominal husband."

He had already walked out of the ward door, but he heard the man behind him say calmly: "Mr. Shen."

He stopped, as if waiting for Feng Shen's next words, but heard him say coldly: "A husband in name is also a husband."

Shen Zechuan narrowed his eyes dangerously, and the dissatisfaction in his heart could hardly be suppressed. He clicked his tongue and did not reply. He called Hu Jiu as soon as he left the ward.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, Hu Jiu had fallen into a deep sleep. He was suddenly woken up by the ringing of his cell phone. He rubbed his head with a little irritability: "Hey, who's there?"

"You knew earlier that Gu Nanzhi and Feng Chen were married, right? Have you been laughing at me?"

Shen Zechuan's questioning voice came from the phone, and Hu Jiu was excited. He was no longer sleepy after talking about this.

"I reminded you if you want to check Gu Nanzhi's information and hand it over to you. You must pretend to be a gentleman." Hu Jiu leaned on the bedside, lit a cigarette, and said in a ruffian voice: "I checked I also have some information about Gu Nanzhi’s temperament. This sister dares to love and hate, and she is decisive and decisive in doing things. If she didn’t marry Feng Chen, she would be a good match for you, but it would be a pity..."

"You mean, since she is married to me, she is not a good match for me?" Shen Zechuan sneered, a little disdainful of this statement.

Hu Jiu was silent for a moment: "That's not what I meant. It's just that for someone like Gu Nazhi, do you think Feng Chen can really let her go? For someone like Gu Nazhi who can be prosperous for three generations after marrying her, do you think Feng Chen can divorce her? ?”

"Have you forgotten Ji Ruozhao?"

Hu Jiu took another puff of cigarette: "According to the information I found, Feng Chen doesn't have any feelings for Ji Ruozhao. If he insists on having feelings, it's just guilt and sympathy. As for love, Ji Ruozhao has long since been consumed by suspicion. And the person who is most suitable for someone like Feng Chen is someone with Gu Nanzhi's temperament, cunning but smart."

Shen Zechuan sat in the car and leaned against the seat. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt with one hand. Perhaps out of irritation, his movements were a little rough, and the top button of his shirt was violently ripped off.

He turned his neck rather irritably, pursed his thin lips slightly, and raised his eyebrows slightly with a hint of anger.

"They're going to get divorced."

Hu Jiu dusted off the cigarette ashes and said with a bit of uncertainty in her voice: "Didn't I say...if Gu Nanzhi gets divorced, do you really plan to marry her? She has already been married before."

"What old social ideas do you have that restrain your feet and brains?"

Hu Jiu didn't make a fuss when he was scolded, he just laughed and said: "That's not what I meant, it's just... you are my brother and I always feel that you are worthy of someone better. It's not that Gu Nanzhi is not good, it's me." A bit of a mysophobia."

"I'm in love and I'm getting married, what does your mysophobia have to do with me?" Shen Zechuan's words were a bit harsh, as if he felt that Hu Jiu's previous two sentences offended Gu Nanzhi.

Hu Jiu couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, I said something wrong. Even if Gu Nazhi is divorced, she will be a perfect match for you."

He didn't have any problem with Gu Nanzhi, he just had a good relationship with Shen Zechuan and regarded Shen Zechuan as a brother. He subconsciously believed that Shen Zechuan was worthy of the most excellent and perfect woman. If anyone else was worthy of being married, Gu Nazhi, then he definitely thinks that any man is not worthy of Gu Nazhi. But now it's Shen Zechuan and Gu Nazhi, and since he is protecting their shortcomings, they will naturally think more.

But since Shen Zechuan has nothing, then he can look at Gu Nanzhi objectively. No matter how good he is, he can only support his brother's choice.

When something happened to Gu Nanzhi this time, he even used his contacts to help find someone. Shen Zechuan's sudden call to him at this time was simply because Feng Chen was back.

Hu Jiu held the cigarette in his mouth and said, "In a bad mood? Come to my house and have a few drinks with you."

Shen Zechuan gave a faint hum. This was exactly what he meant when he asked Hu Jiu.

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Hospital.

The heat in the bathroom gradually spread, and a layer of white mist formed on the walls and the glass on the windows.

Gu Nazhi simply soaked for ten minutes, got out of the bathtub, and wiped his body. There was a new hospital gown prepared by Assistant Yang in the bathroom. She fumbled to put it on. The injury still hurt, but it was not that painful because she had received painkillers.

After changing clothes and coming out, he saw Feng Chen and Assistant Yang talking, probably discussing work matters.

The sound of the bathroom door being pushed open reached his ears. After the man finished speaking the last important point, he turned his head and left in search of the sound, his eyes moving on Gu Nanzhi.