But the next moment, Ye Wenming's voice sounded again, "You go out too, I want to dine alone."

Ruan Manluo was shocked, "But..."

"But?" Ye Wenming's eyes glanced at Ruan Manluo coldly, causing her to swallow the rest of her words.

"I know, I'm going out right now." She lowered her eyes and exited the room obediently.

At that moment, she suddenly felt as if she had been seen through by the other party, and a kind of fear arose spontaneously.

She must have thought too much, Ruan Manluo said to herself.

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Next, for several days, Ye Wenming did not dine at the same table as Zhuo Qianyun, and the servants who were originally very respectful towards her naturally gradually lost their respect for her.

Especially when some servants heard that Ye Wenming wanted to divorce Zhuo Yunyun, but Zhuo Yunyun refused, so they came to the villa to win back Ye Wenming's heart, and everyone's attitude towards Zhuo Yunyun became even more negligent.

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But Zhuo Qianyun didn't care about these. What she cared about was only Ye Wenming.

It's just that these days, her chances of seeing Ye Wenming are very few.

After walking out of the room, Zhuo Qianyun walked towards the courtyard of the villa. This villa has a large courtyard with many osmanthus trees planted in it. Today is the time when the fragrance of osmanthus is exuding.

Zhuo Qianyun thought about what she once said to Ye Wenming, that she hoped that one day, the house they lived in would be surrounded by the fragrance of osmanthus.

Because at that time, they had just watched a movie together, and the hero and heroine got connected because of the osmanthus tree. In that movie, the osmanthus tree ran through the whole film, which made her fall in love with the osmanthus tree.

And now, the courtyard of this villa is also full of sweet-scented osmanthus trees. Is it because she said she liked the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus?

Judging from the age of these trees, they should be at least five years old.

Ever since Zhuo Qianyun discovered that the courtyard of the villa was full of sweet-scented osmanthus trees, she would visit the courtyard every afternoon.

It seemed that smelling the fragrance of these osmanthus could make her feel better.

But today, to her surprise, she saw Ye Wenming in the courtyard.

At this moment, Ye Wenming was lying on a recliner, with his eyes closed, the breeze gently blowing his forehead, revealing his full forehead.

She came closer, but he did not open his eyes.

Did he fall asleep? She secretly guessed.

With his eyes closed, he is less indifferent and more tranquil. His long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, his high bridge of nose and sexy thin lips are still so handsome.

But there seemed to be a bit of haggardness between his brows, and his pale complexion and thin cheeks seemed to add a bit more sickliness.

And his illness is all because of her!

Thinking of this, Zhuo Qianyun's heart suddenly sank, and her eyes fell on his chest.

At this moment he was only wearing a shirt.

At this moment, the first few buttons of his shirt were not buttoned at all, so that the collar of the shirt was loosely open, vaguely revealing his imagination-inducing chest.

How is his wound? Is it gradually recovering like hers? Or... is the wound not recovering satisfactorily?

After all, doctors have also said that wound recovery varies from person to person.

Zhuo Qianyun couldn't help but gently raise her hand towards the shirt on his chest, wanting to see how his wound was recovering.

Even though she knew that he was under the professional care of doctors and nurses, and the wound must have recovered well, she still couldn't help but have the urge to take a look.

One look, just one look.

She said this to herself, and then continued to unbutton his shirt one by one until she could gently open his shirt and see the ribs under his right chest...

A hideous wound caught her eye.

Zhuo Qianyun's eyes suddenly became hot. She had never really seen the scars left after the operation when he donated his liver to her for the first time.

Even though the two of them had accidentally slept together, the room was already dark at that time, and she was struggling so hard that she didn't get a good look at it at all.

Later, he was injured while trying to save her and was admitted to the hospital. His body was wrapped in gauze, and she never saw his injury.

Now, she finally saw it.

The surgical wound for the second liver donation was made again at the scar of the first liver donation.

The same place underwent two surgeries, and the scars became more and more obvious.

And now this wound...

"Have you seen enough? When did this body become so fascinating to you?" A mocking voice suddenly sounded.

Zhuo Qianyun was suddenly startled, and then realized that Ye Wenming had opened his eyes at some point.

"I...I just want to see your wound." She explained quickly.

"A wound? What's so good about a wound? If you really want to win the three-month bet, it would be better to say that you want to seduce me. This might have some effect."

Zhuo Qianyun's face suddenly turned red, "I...I never thought about it this way."

"Didn't you think about winning the bet between us?" He said with a smile.

"I never thought of...want..." She couldn't say those two words for a moment.

"Really?" His hand suddenly put on hers and pulled hard. The next moment, Zhuo Qianyun's body was close to Ye Wenming's body, as if most of her body was lying on him.

"What are you going to do?" His breath filled her nose, which made her heartbeat suddenly accelerate, and even her words became stammering.

"You said you never thought about it, but you made a three-month bet with me. Don't you think it's very contradictory? Zhuo Qianyun, you are not a child anymore. Don't you know that a woman can take action to solve the problem?

What does a man's clothes mean?" He stared at her.

She pursed her red lips tightly and remained silent for a while.

"Unfortunately, even if you really want to seduce me, I am not interested in you at all. Just like now, you are lying on me like this, and I have no reaction. This three-month bet is just a

It's just a waste of time!" He said coldly.

These words undoubtedly seemed to humiliate her.

Her face turned from red to white, and she said with some difficulty, "I don't think it's a waste of time, I'm just trying to give myself a chance."

"Fighting for a chance? Fighting for a chance, just to let you take off my clothes? When did you start to like doing this kind of thing?"
Chapter completed!