The result was different from what I expected. Feng Zhenyang didn't expose me on the spot, but his face looked unhappy. He reached out and held me in his arms, as if he had never seen Zhao Yicheng standing behind me.
In the end, he didn't expose me, and didn't say much along the way, which made me feel a little guilty. When I came out of the hospital, it was already past one in the morning, and my head was still aching. But it was much better than when I first started.
Feng Zhenyang, who had been silent all the way, spoke only after getting in the car. He was very unhappy: "Shen Jiaying, are you bored?"
You can't escape the fifteenth day if you try to avoid it. Given Feng Zhenyang's temper, it's only a matter of time before he gets angry with me.
The anger came later than I expected. I felt guilty and uneasy: "Feng Zhenyang, I'm sorry. I was just angry at the time. What Zhao Yicheng said was too harsh. I just wanted to let him know that it's not that no one cares about me. I..."
I have always been eloquent, but I didn't know how to continue explaining at this moment. A 30-year-old woman would be angry if she did such a childish thing to her friend because of a few words from her ex-husband. It was the middle of the night, and it was good that nothing happened. What if Feng Zhenyang had a car accident, or was robbed, or something like that? Wouldn't it be a tragedy
I looked up at Feng Zhenyang and carefully sized him up, wondering if he was so angry that he was planning to break up with me. Maybe my brain was really burned out, my mouth and brain were in sync, and I blurted out, "You're not going to break up with me, are you?"
There is no such thing as not seeking death in life. I swear that I was very normal before divorcing Zhao Yicheng. Since divorcing him, I seem to be a little bit neurotic. I thought about it and found a very lame excuse to ask Feng Zhenyang for forgiveness.
"Feng Zhenyang, you also know that ever since I was hurt by Zhao Yicheng, I have been deeply traumatized, causing my brain to become abnormal! I am a patient, you can't blame the patient!" After saying this, even I despised myself. What kind of a ridiculous reason is this? It's clearly a quibble!
I knew that I was just quibbling, and Feng Zhenyang saw through it. He squinted at me, looking gloomy and saying, "I can see that your brain is not normal! Sister, don't you know that you have a fever? If it was a few hours later, I think you would have meningitis if not brain damage. But you still have the energy to get angry with Zhao Yicheng! Ha... You are really good! Both of you are good! Your agent and your assistant are good too!"
In the narrow car, Feng Zhenyang's magnetic voice was clear to the ears. His voice was always pleasant. When the class went to KTV to sing, he was the best singer. So his sarcastic words did not sound like blame, but rather like disguised concern.
If he had scolded me and threatened to break up with me, I would have felt better, but now he seemed to care about me, so I felt uncomfortable all over.
Feng Zhenyang doesn't like people taking advantage of him. Even if I had a fever, he would definitely be angry. After sending me to the hospital, he would definitely scold me.
Could it be that he was... too angry! He was so angry that he was sick! He was definitely so angry that he was sick!
I can only think this way, because it is impossible for Feng Zhenyang to like me, even though his reaction seems like he likes me.
But I'm not his type at all, he likes innocent baby faces. I'm not mature, but I can't compare with baby faces. I can only say that I'm very versatile, I can play any role, I can play ancient costumes and modern ones, I look okay, and I won't be scolded by the audience.
Anyway, I'm definitely not the type that Feng Zhenyang likes. Even though I've been a little bit lacking in love recently, I'm not so narcissistic as to mistakenly believe that Feng Zhenyang likes me. If he wanted to like me, he should have liked me as early as high school. Why did he wait until I got divorced to like me, unless he liked divorced women.
Could it be that he really has that kind of special fetish? I was immersed in my own boundless and bizarre reverie, and unconsciously cast my eyes on Feng Zhenyang who was driving, and took over his words and said: "Yes, we are both sick, so you have to forgive me. After all, I am a woman who has been hurt, and it is inevitable for me to do something beyond the ordinary. As my friend, you should understand me, care about me, and can't blame me..."
After saying this, I immediately felt relieved and asked Feng Zhenyang carefully: "Old Feng, you are not going to break up with me because of this, right?"
Feng Zhenyang paused for a moment as he gripped the steering wheel, then turned his head and rolled his eyes at me: "Shen Jiaying, if you are sick, stop talking so much. Go to sleep. I'll call you when we get there."
Where are we going? After Feng Zhenyang reminded me, I just remembered where I was going tonight. I didn't know whether Zhao Yicheng had left or not. I really didn't want to be in the same room with him and didn't want to have too much entanglement with him. Just in case, I'd better stay in a hotel.
I covered my aching forehead with one hand, leaned back in the chair with my eyes slightly narrowed, and said to Feng Zhenyang: "Okay, take me to the hotel. I don't want to see Zhao Yicheng."
"Look at how useless you are! I am embarrassed to admit that we were high school classmates!" I felt relieved when I heard Feng Zhenyang's contempt from the bottom of his heart. Once I felt relieved, I lost my energy and spirit, and I became weak all of a sudden.
Then I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep, without the energy to say anything more to him. I don't know how long it took, but in a daze, I felt as if I was moving in the air. I think I was probably confused due to the fever, and I was dreaming again. People don't have wings, so they can only walk on the ground.
I was indeed dreaming, my body felt soft, as if I was lying on a ball of cotton. There was a warm and soft wetness on my lips, I opened my eyes slightly, and the handsome face of the man came into view.
I shrank back suddenly, subconsciously grasping the quilt tightly. I stared at Feng Zhenyang, who was looking embarrassed, in surprise. I knew what was going on, but I couldn't help but say, "Feng Zhenyang! What are you doing!" (To be continued)