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

Ruan Manluo was shocked, "But..."

"But?" Ye Wenming's eyes swept coldly towards Ruan Manluo, and immediately let her swallow the remaining words.

"I understand, I'll go out now." She lowered her eyes and exited the room obediently.

At that moment just now, she suddenly felt like she had already seen through her by the other party, and a sense of fear arose.

She was thinking too much, Ruan Manluo said to herself like this.

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Next, for several days, Ye Wenming never had a meal with Zhuo Qianyun. The servants who were originally respectful to her naturally gradually lost their respect for her.

Especially when a servant heard that Ye Wenming was going to divorce Zhuo Qianyun, but Zhuo Qianyun refused. Soon, after he came to the villa, he wanted to win back Ye Wenming's wishes, everyone's attitude towards Zhuo Qianyun became even more negligent.

However, Zhuo Qianyun didn't care about these things, she only cared about Ye Wenming.

But in the past few days, she had very few opportunities to see Ye Wenming.

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 the courtyard. Nowadays, it is the season that exudes the fragrance of osmanthus.

Zhuo Qianyun thought of what she once told 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 male and female protagonists became friends because of the osmanthus tree. In that film, the osmanthus tree runs through the entire film, which made her fall in love with the osmanthus tree because of this.

Now, the courtyard of this villa is full of osmanthus trees. Is it because she said she likes the fragrance of osmanthus?

Depending on the age of these trees, they should be at least five years.

Since Zhuo Qianyun discovered that the villa's courtyard was full of osmanthus trees, she would come to the courtyard every afternoon to stroll around.

It seems that smelling the fragrance of these osmanthus can make her feel better.

But today, what surprised her was that she saw Ye Wenming in the courtyard.

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

She approached, but he did not open his eyes.

Did you fall asleep? She thought to herself.

With his eyes closed, he was less indifferent and a little more peaceful. His long eyelashes fell on his eyelids. His high nose bridge and his sexy thin lips were still so handsome, but there seemed to be a bit haggard between his eyebrows, and his pale face and thin cheeks seemed to add a little more sickness.

And his illness was all because of her!

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

He was wearing only one shirt now.

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 imaginative chest.

How was his wound? Did he gradually recover like her? Or... the wound was not recovering well?
Chapter completed!