morbidly addicted

Chapter 113 I Don't Forget to Hate Him Even in My Dreams

The time to print the photos was just right, it was the sixteenth day after her marriage.

Li Jingman's complexion was pale, she bit her lips tightly, and looked at the photo that fell on the floor with disgust, all kinds of emotions surged in her heart, she stared blankly for a while, until her hands stopped shaking, she bent down and picked up the photo again back.

The file bag was sealed, and judging from the books and photos, it was not difficult to guess that the things inside must also be related to her.

Li Jingman lost the desire to explore, frowned, threw the photo in, locked the drawer again, and returned to the sofa.

The excessive mental tension made her feel thirsty. On the coffee table, the secretary thoughtfully poured her a glass of wine before leaving. The purple-red liquid exuded an attractive color in the transparent goblet.

Li Jingman picked up the glass of wine, his hands were still trembling when carrying the glass, and he almost drank it with trembling lips. After drinking, the panic and restlessness in her heart still hadn't subsided, so she poured herself another glass, two glasses of wine After eating, the mood gradually improved.

She nestled into the sofa, embraced her arms, endured the psychological discomfort, and concentrated on recalling some details of the year.

At that time, her finger was injured, and the way of playing the piano was completely impossible. After being forced to marry Fu Jingxing, she felt that she had accomplished nothing in her life.

Xia Luoshu took the initiative to contact her and told her that the book they collaborated on was very popular at the first release, and the publisher wanted the two to change some details, add some fresh literary and historical passages, and release a refined edition again.

She was worried that she had nothing to do, and she didn't want to be troubled by negative emotions all the time. She wanted to find something to get busy, so she put almost all her energy and enthusiasm into the adaptation work of the publishing house.

The photo seems to have been taken during that time. It's been a long time, and she can't remember what she did in the publishing house when the photo was taken, but she can be sure that there is absolutely no relationship between herself and Xia Luoshu. Never done anything like this.

There must be something wrong with that photo, even if it's not a P-picture, it is very likely that the angle is borrowed.

But what she could think of, couldn't Fu Jingxing think of it?Even if he couldn't think of it, when he got this photo, his normal reaction would be to ask her to understand the situation, not... not to her like that.

With the appearance of this photo, more fragmentary memories that had been neglected by her all came back to her mind.

She originally resisted Fu Jingxing, and later developed into fear and hatred. Of course, it was impossible to obey him at certain times.

When Fu Jingxing was impatient with her resistance, he asked in a cold voice, "You don't want me to touch you, so who do you want to be, Xia Luoshu?"

In the past, she only thought that there was something wrong with him, but thinking about it now, Li Jingman's heart became more and more irritable.

Since he cared so much, why didn't he take the initiative to ask her?

Or, like she didn't believe him, he never believed her at all...

A layer of subtle sarcasm appeared on her face as cold as snow. Wine did not quench her thirst, but alcohol made her already bored heart even more restless. There were tea leaves, tea tables and tea sets in Fu Jingxing's office, but there was no ordinary clear water.

Li Jingman got up and opened the office door. At some time outside the door, two well-equipped bodyguards stood outside. Seeing her coming out, they bowed their heads respectfully to her: "Madam, what do you need?"

Li Jingman felt even more irritable, and didn't want to drink water anymore, so he slammed the door and went back to the office.

He really didn't believe her, she promised not to run around, but he still found someone to watch her.

When she was bored, she used to watch some TV dramas of legal programs at home, one of which was about women who were trafficked to remote mountain villages.

Those women were imprisoned by the so-called nominal husbands, and the only existence value of the whole person was to bear children for them.

She felt weird when watching TV, but now that she thinks about it, how is her own fate different from those of those people?
Li Jingman poured himself another glass of wine irritably, and drank it down.

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Fu Jingxing walked back to the office on the off-duty clock. The meeting didn't go smoothly, and he was a little irritable.

When he came to the office door, he pushed the door open without intending to knock.

The light was not turned on inside, and the light became dim because of the darkening sky. The setting sun that fell on the west mountain cast a fiery red afterglow, but was hidden by tall buildings. Only a short beam really blended into the room, and it shone on the sofa just right. The direction of the room adds a golden red color to the dark interior.

Li Jingman was lying in that bright color, lying on his side facing the sofa, his slender legs curled up into a ball.

The black hair is scattered behind her, revealing half of her white jade-like side face, her eyes are closed, her eyelashes quietly and obediently form a small fan shape, curled up slightly, her nose bridge is straight, her breathing is shallow and even, her lips are also tightly closed, lightly The pink color looks soft and attractive like jelly.

Fu Jing walked over, stretched out his hand and gently scraped the bridge of her nose, Li Jingman muttered, and buried his face in his arms, apparently in a deep sleep.

The boredom in his heart suddenly seemed to be blown by a gust of breeze, the dark clouds cleared away, thousands of worries were resolved, and peach blossoms bloomed again.

His eyes swept over the coffee table, the snacks were hardly touched by anyone, but the wine was nearly half a bottle short. Fu Jingxing raised his eyebrows and noticed the little rabbit that had been bitten. He picked it up and ate it, and sat on the sofa without touching her. Waiting for her to sleep until she wakes up naturally.

The taste of the mousse was cut between his lips and teeth, and the faint sweetness filled his taste buds. The little rabbit melted in his mouth, and was soon eaten up. Fu Jingxing licked his lower lip, and his eyes wandered around the various pastries on the coffee table. In the end, it returned to Li Jingman again.

After drinking so much wine, shouldn't he be drunk?
He leaned over, leaned close to her ear, and called her softly: "Honey, wake up."

The breath as light as a feather sprayed to her ears with his movements, causing a fine itching like a feather brushing by.

Li Jingman frowned unhappily, she was dreaming, nightmare, in a daze, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, unconsciously, she murmured.

"Go away, Fu Jingxing, I hate you."

She didn't wake up, her eyes were still closed, but her brows were furrowed into a ball, her tone was soft, it was clearly a dream, but it was like a soft knife, piercing straight into the heart.

Fu Jingxing's face turned cold, and he made a sudden move to lift her up from the sofa.

"Don't sleep, Li Jingman."

After two years of husband and wife, they really became enemies. She never forgot to hate him even in her dreams.

Li Jingman felt the pain in a daze, and was forced to get up from the sofa, opened his eyes slightly, his hazy eyes saw Fu Jingxing's face all the way from the restrained hand, the nightmare came to reality, her complexion changed, and she was half dreaming and half awake. Not knowing whether it was yesterday or today, she subconsciously pulled out her hand, hugged herself in a defensive posture and curled up into a ball.

(End of this chapter)