Speaking of Gu Han, I was dumb for a moment and didn't know what to say.

The sudden appearance of women and children, and Gu Han's bright contrast, it is difficult to let people not think.

To some extent, he is not a good man in the traditional sense.

Perhaps it was stimulated by Fu Shenyan's superior tone. I pursed my lips and strongly retorted, "Gu Han may not be a good husband and father, but he did not hurt me. Mr. Fu claims to be a gentleman, but he chews his tongue behind his back. It's you who should be sneered at."

Fu Shenyan smell speech, thick eyebrows wrinkled, it seems to think of the deep evil, the next moment, the body shaking uncontrollably.

His expression looks very painful, one hand on the table to support the body, the other hand on the forehead, dense cold sweat instantly covered the forehead.

"Fu Shenyan?"

After two calls, Fu Shenyan looked as if he could not hear him. On the contrary, his expression was more painful.

I stretched out my hand to help him stand firm, but Fu Shenyan's body was big and strong, and my strength didn't work at all. At this time, Fu Shenyan was weak and fell to the ground. I had to squat down with him, put my hand on his forehead, and tried to cool him down.

Fu Shenyan's bangs had been wet with sweat. His eyes were closed tightly. He felt the moment I touched them, so he reached out and grabbed my wrist. "Who is it?"

I said anxiously, "it's me, Shen Shu. What's the matter with you?"

Fu Shenyan didn't open his mouth again. The severe pain made him lose the strength to open his mouth completely. He could only hold me tightly.

It seems that the harder he works, the more relief he gets.

Seeing that his condition had improved a little, I began to shout, "Fu Shenyan?"

Fu Shenyan pressed his head very low and breathed heavily. He seemed to be restraining himself from losing control.

"You let go first, I'll call someone for you, go to the hospital to get treatment as soon as possible." I struggled, did not push him away, instead poured out a sweat.

Fu Shenyan's lips were pale and his eyes couldn't be opened. He didn't understand how he could exert so much strength.

After a while, I tried to pat him on the shoulder to wake him up. However, as soon as I raised my hand, I was caught by Fu Shenyan again.

He raised his eyelids a little and squeezed a sentence from his throat, "it's noisy..."

I'm speechless. I'm not doing this for his sake. How can I turn the hand that feeds the hand that feeds the hand?

He rolled his eyes and finally opened his voice. He yelled to the downstairs, "is there anyone? There's something wrong with Fu Shenyan. Hurry up and have a look at your husband!"

I found out last night that Fu Shenyan has a strong desire for control. Except for the cleaning time, the second floor is a private place where servants rarely step on. If I didn't happen to meet Fu Shenyan, I don't know how long it would take for him to be found.

Without waiting for the people below to respond, the man's weak but tough voice rang out, "if you speak again, you will be thrown down."

I look down and see Fu Shenyan's eyes full of red blood. It seems that he has carried the most painful process.

A sigh of relief, not angry looking at him still holding my big hand, "it doesn't matter to lose me, you don't let go, we can only die together."

Fu Shenyan dropped his eyes and glanced. He immediately took his hand back and stood up.

I just got up on my knees.

Probably because squatting time is too long, a soft foot, almost fell to the ground.

Fu Shenyan quickly helped me up, but also very averse, immediately let go and retreated to one side, commanding condescending to the air, "you can go out."