Isn't it good to get married before dumping?

In the afternoon, Wai Wai came to pick Zhou Jianan to go to the company. Wen Yuan started to prepare the materials by himself at home. The fine steel wire that was moved back last time after wasting a lot of effort was only time to disassemble it now.

Wen Yuan dug out his old clothes and changed into work clothes, put on gloves, and started to make a rough outline without even drawing a sketch.

I haven't done this for a long time, I'm a little unskilled, and my physical strength seems to have dropped a lot. In the past, steel wires of the same thickness can be twisted by hand, but now I need to use tools.

After finishing the frame with difficulty, Qu Ziyu placed it by the window and slowly adjusted the angle.

After a busy afternoon, the overall feeling has been made, and I can start making mud and mud after adjusting and adjusting tomorrow.

After deciding to come to an end, Wen Yuan wiped his hands, looking at the time on the wall clock, it was almost six o'clock.

Zhou Jianan said that it would be over at about six o'clock.

Wen Yuan went to the bathroom to take a shower, washed off his sticky body, and then prepared to make dinner by himself when Zhou Jianan came back.

During this period of time, Zhou Canaan was cooking, and it was really hard work.

I was really tired of eating, and I just went back and forth to those few dishes.

After washing and chopping vegetables in an orderly manner, after preparing everything, he thought that when Zhou Canaan came back, he could have a stir-fried meal.

But at seven o'clock, the news broadcast started, and Zhou Canaan hadn't come back yet.

Wen Yuan sat on the sofa, and gradually began to feel that the sound of the TV was very loud and noisy. He turned off the sound of the TV to the lowest level, and felt that the house was empty, so he got up and turned on the lights in every corner of the house.

At 07:30, Wen Yuan smelled the smell of a burnt pot in the kitchen, ran in and saw that the stewed soup had burned to the bottom and was smoking black smoke.

Wen Yuan truly felt that such a long time had passed.

I ran back to the bedroom and took out the phone from the drawer. The phone was turned off because it hadn't been used for a long time, and it took a long time to turn it on after plugging it in.

Countless text messages poured in, Wen Yuan turned to the address book and found Zhou Jianan's number to call.

"Hello? Brother Xiaoyuan?!"

It was a crooked voice.

"Aren't you over yet? Are you in the company?" Wen Yuan asked.

"Ah... that," Wai Wai hesitated to speak, and said after a while, "Brother Canaan has something wrong, and he is in the hospital now."

Wen Yuan was taken aback, and Wai Wai explained to him that when he came out of the company today, he was knocked unconscious by a heavy object that fell from a large truck on the side of the road.

"The doctor said it's all right, don't worry."

"Which hospital?"

Crookedly reported the address, Wen Yuan put on his down jacket and went out to take a taxi. There were many cars on the road, but there was no vacant taxi. He wanted to call an online car-hailing service, but his account hadn’t been logged in for a long time, and he couldn’t log in anyway. go up.

Wen Yuan pinched his phone angrily, thinking that there were a lot of people in the subway, they had to go through the security check, they had to change lines, and they had to travel across half of Shanghai to go to that hospital by themselves.

Zhou Jianan was still in a coma in the hospital, he didn't have time to worry about this anymore, so he walked to the Wang subway station.

At first it was just a normal speed, then he started to trot as he walked, and finally he started to run wildly. The winter wind in Shanghai made his face hurt. Wen Yuan didn't wear a scarf or a mask, and his hair was blown away.

Security check, enter the station, and get on the subway.

It was the evening rush hour, and the car was full of tired office workers. Wen Yuan shrank to the corner of the car, feeling that the two girls next to him had been watching him.

He takes two deep breaths.

"Handsome guy, your collar is turned in." One of the girls pointed to her neck and said.

Wen Yuan tilted his head and found that he was too anxious to get dressed, he smiled gratefully and embarrassedly: "Thank you."

Then the other party didn't look at Wen Yuan anymore, just watched the short video on his own, and exchanged interesting content with the friends next to him from time to time.

In fact, no one was paying attention to him. Wen Yuan transferred smoothly and came to the hospital. After contacting Wai Wai, he was taken to Zhou Jianan's ward.

This is a private hospital, very quiet, and the security is very strict. Wen Yuan and Wai Wai walked all the way, and the doctors and nurses they encountered also consciously averted their eyes.

"The doctor said it's all right, don't worry too much." Wawai saw that Wen Yuan was very nervous, and took the initiative to talk to him.

Wen Yuan said yes, but the closer he got to the ward, the more he couldn't calm down.

When he reached the door of the ward, Wen Yuan stopped suddenly.

"When did it happen?"

Wai Wai: "About six o'clock, Director Xie and the producer were still there, and we walked out together."

"You guys, have you contacted me?"

Wai Wai thought that Wen Yuan was blaming himself for not contacting him immediately, so he hurriedly explained: "I called you immediately, but you turned off the phone, I'm afraid that if something serious needs to be contacted by family members at the scene Brother Canaan's mother, but it was already past ten o'clock in the evening in the UK and they had a rest, and they didn't get in touch."

Thinking of this, Wai Wai is still a little scared: "Fortunately, after the examination, the doctor said that there is nothing serious, just a slight concussion, and I will have an in-depth examination when I wake up."

Wen Yuan didn't feel relaxed after listening to it, but even heavier.

If something really happened and he needed an operation, but no one could sign him, his husband was really a failure.

Of course, it's already a failure.

When he opened the door and went in, Wen Yuan realized that Zhou Jianan's manager, Kaye, was also there, sitting by the bed and answering messages on his phone.

A little trouble will cause restlessness among fans, and Kaye is arranging public relations clarification.

Jianwenyuan came in, just glanced at him, and continued to look at the phone expressionlessly.

Gazing at Wen Yuan awkwardly, Sister Kaye scolded Wen Yuan just now.

Wen Yuan walked in: "Sorry, I..."

"You don't have to be sorry," Ka also looked up with sharp eyes: "You are his legal husband and the closest person, and everything you do is right, and he will never blame you."

Of course Wen Yuan could hear that Kaye was mocking himself, he had no position to refute, he lowered his eyes and stood where he was.

"Sister Kaye..." Wai Wai secretly waved her hand, signaling her to stop talking.

"Is there anything wrong? Seriously, I didn't understand from the beginning and I didn't agree with Canaan's marriage. If it doesn't work, just spend a sum of money to play a scene. Okay, he said that he really likes you. Now the show I stopped filming, stopped working, and stayed at home all day. What happened? I was taken away by 120, and my legal husband couldn't get through on the phone!

"Is there anything you can't say? If you want others to surround you and guess your thoughts, you are so anxious that you can't take care of yourself, you..."

Seeing Wen Yuan's still dejected look, Kaye couldn't help asking: "What do you think of him? Do you love him?"

The corners of Wen Yuan's mouth trembled.

"Love."

"Then is that how you love him!?"

Kaye's uncontrollable angry voice echoed in the ward, making Wai Wai tremble with fright.

Part of it was because sister Kaye was angry, and part of it was because she was afraid that Wen Yuan would not be able to bear it.

He is a patient.

For a moment no one dared to speak, Wen Yuan still stood there like that, after a while, Kaye finally calmed down.

"Sorry, I know you're not in a good condition now, I'm talking too much, don't take it to heart."

Wen Yuan said it was fine.

Kaye was still depressed in his heart, and when he saw Wen Yuan, he got angry, and just in time a phone call came, and he passed Wen Yuan without saying a word, and went out.

Wai Wai touched Wen Yuan tremblingly: "Brother Xiao Yuan, sister Kaye just has a bad temper, don't..."

"I'm fine," Wen Yuan pulled out a smile, took off his coat, and sat in the seat where Kaye was sitting just now.

There should be many people who want to scold themselves like this, Wen Yuan thought.

After Zhou Jianan's drip was finished, the nurse came over and took out the needle. Wen Yuan saw that Wawai was already dozing off like crazy, and asked her to rest for a while.

In the middle of the night, Zhou Jianan woke up and saw Wen Yuan sitting by the bed and looking at his phone.

"Xiao Yuan."

Wen Yuan looked up and saw that there was fine sweat on his forehead, put down his phone and pulled a tissue to wipe it off for him: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Well," Zhou Jianan was a little dizzy: "I dreamed that someone bullied you, and I was so anxious that I couldn't move."

"And then?" Wen Yuan propped his elbows on the edge of the bed, resting his chin.

Zhou Jianan: "You are very brave. With a rag and a left uppercut, anyone who provokes you is very dangerous."

After speaking, I couldn't help laughing and trembling all over.

Wen Yuan also laughed, leaned forward and leaned lightly on Zhou Jianan's shoulder: "I will answer the phone later."

"Huh?" Zhou Canaan didn't know why.

Wen Yuan: "I read Weibo, you did a great job, you are much braver than me."

Although Zhou Jianan didn't know what happened to Wen Yuan, he suddenly told himself this and was willing to use his mobile phone.

"I love you." Wen Yuan said again.

Although he still doesn't know why, Zhou Jianan still lives in Wenyuan.

"I love you too."