The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 235
"Are you making an appointment with him?" Fanyin was even more displeased: "Dad, don't you think you're taking too much control?"

"That's because you can't handle anything by yourself." Fan's father also frowned: "That's your child, you have to figure it out no matter what, if you want to see people die, you want to see dead bodies. Do you think I take too much control? I Why didn't you think I was too much in charge of you two?"

"I'll meet Su Chen, but I don't think you need to." Fanyin said coldly, "Dad, I hope you can understand at any time that I am your son, but I'm married and you can take care of your family. You don't need to take care of my family's affairs, I hope you can handle this well."

Fan's father laughed and said, "Tell me about it now? Why did you move here before? Was it because you were crazy? If you tell me this, then I'll tell you, you are a mentally ill patient, and your guardianship rights for the rest of your life are limited." In my hands, I have the final say on your affairs for the rest of my life! And whether she is your wife is not something you can decide! The law does not recognize your marriage to her at all!"

Fanyin clenched her fists angrily.

I wanted to interrupt, but Father Fan stared back: "Lingling, if this matter is related to your father, then I hope you will explain it now, lest it will be worse if it is exposed in the future. As long as the child is still alive, all of us It’s easy to say, even if you die, there is no harm in confessing earlier.”

Fanyin asked, "Are you threatening her?"

"Yes." Fan's father said bluntly, "I think this matter has nothing to do with her."

Fanyin became more and more angry: "Where's the evidence?"

"No evidence is needed. If she hadn't participated at all, she wouldn't have had that attitude when Xiaoxue tried her in the morning." Fan's father looked at Fanyin and said, "Yinyin, you are not stupid. Don't be fooled by your emotions, now The most important thing is to ask your wife to explain, where did the child go? Did he really die or was someone arrested? She definitely knows something."

"Don't ask her." Fanyin laughed: "It seems that I have to explain."

Fan's father frowned.

"I don't know if that child is mine, but I don't need him at all." Fan Yin said with a smile, "I made him."

Fan's father remained calm: "What method?"

"I don't know, the killer did it, but the corpse must be destroyed, lest you find a bone or two for identification." Fan Yin said: "You also know that different killers have different styles, I just don't ask about that."

Fan's father slowly opened his eyes wide: "That's your own son!"

"I don't know." Fanyin said, "Mi Li is not a good character. Even if I lack children, I don't need to recognize others."

Fan's father was obviously shocked by Fan Yin's words: "You didn't even check, so you killed that child?"

"It's not easy to start after checking." Fan Yin said: "In case the news leaks, others say that I even killed my own son."

Fan's father was stunned, and it took a long time before he said, "Yinyin, that might really be your biological son."

"I did this to hope that you would stop being entangled, and Lingling would not be bothered anymore." Fanyin said seriously: "Because Tiaozi intervened, so I didn't solve Mi Li for the time being. I didn't expect to be sued by her. You also became Hurry up, Lingling is so filial to you, she will turn against you if she says turn against her. So what if she did it? It's your son's fault, do you still expect her to be his mother? Why do you bully people like this? "

It took a long time after Fanyin finished speaking, and Fan's father came back to his senses: "Yinyin, don't joke with dad, you really did it?"

Fanyin replied without blinking: "Yes."

"You bastard!" Father Fan jumped up from the chair, grabbed the teapot on the table and was about to smash Fanyin on the head.It's full of boiling water here, and Fan Yin's face would be scalded if he were to pour it down, even if he wasn't blind.I thought that Fanyin was not feeling well recently, so I might not be able to avoid it, so I quickly got up to block him.He was pushed back on the chair.

There was pain in my lower abdomen, and I couldn't help covering my stomach.At the same time, I saw that water started to flow on the tabletop and trickled down to the ground.Looking further up, Fanyin held Papa Fan's wrist holding the teapot. Papa Fan was old and couldn't earn him, so he was in a stalemate with him.

I want to pull Fanyin and tell him that my stomach hurts.Fan's father suddenly let go, the teapot fell on the table, the lid was opened, and the tea leaves gushed out.

Fan's father said, "You two move out."

Fanyin let go of her hand and said, "I suggest you do Michelle."

"I don't need you to take care of my family's affairs." Fan's father said, "Besides, you don't need to be in charge. From today on, you are you and I am me. I don't have a son like you."

Fanyin seemed to have expected this result a long time ago, took my arm and said, "Then take care of yourself."

I hurriedly asked: "Dad, are you going to..."

"Don't call me Dad!" Fan's father interrupted me sullenly.

I had no choice but to change my words and ask: "Mr., do you want to remove him from his position?"

"It's not just the removal of the position." Fan's father looked at me and said, "From today on, he has nothing to do with my Fan family. Once the power is cut to the end, all accounts are frozen. You are the same, and you don't have to wait for pocket money anymore."

Doesn't that mean that Fanyin doesn't even have a bodyguard?I quickly said: "Old man, this matter was indeed done by my family, not by Fanyin! That child has already..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Fanyin: "Su Lingyu!"

I was a little scared by his yelling, and looked at him cautiously.

"A little backbone." He glared at me, then said to Fan's father, "I don't care about your position, thank you for taking it back today." Then he tugged at my arm again.

I couldn't stand up, so I said, "My stomach hurts..."

Fanyin hurriedly put her arms around my shoulders and helped me up, glanced at the chair, and then hugged me horizontally.

I hurriedly asked, "Is there any blood?"

I felt a little stickiness between my legs, but couldn't tell how much.If it has seeped out of the clothes, it goes without saying that the child will definitely not be able to keep it.

"No." Fanyin said and went downstairs.

There was indeed a car parked downstairs, but when Fan Yin wanted to take me up, the driver stopped him and said, "You are not allowed to use the car, old man."

Fanyin was slightly taken aback, frowned, and said, "Tell him I'll only use it this time."

The driver went to report, and came over after a while and said, "The old man hopes that his wife can talk to him and explain in detail what she said."

Anyway, it's all here, so I'll explain it.Just about to speak, Fan Yin asked, "Is the pain still serious?"

"Well," I said, "it's not too serious. Can you see blood from the outside?"

"I can't see it." Fanyin let me down, took out her phone and said, "Be patient, I'll ask my mother to send someone to pick us up."

"It's okay, I'll go talk to him." I said, "That thing was indeed done by my adoptive father, I..."

"Okay, shut up! If you don't do this, you won't die of starvation!" Fanyin gave me a hard look and dialed the phone.

After making an agreement with Mrs. Han, Fanyin bent down again and said, "He will definitely not allow my mother's car to come in. I will carry you to the door."

"But what I said is true..."

"Okay, come up!" He had already bent down.

"But your legs haven't..."

"It's okay, how many catties are you!" He ordered with a straight face, "Come up."

Probably because I still didn't want to be exposed, I climbed onto his back.

Fanyin picked me up and asked, "Does this hurt?"

"It's okay." It's not heavier than before, and it's still a long time away from the gate. It's too strenuous to carry me so far: "Does your leg hurt?"

"fine."

After walking for a while, I asked, "Does your leg hurt?"

"fine."

"It must be." His legs are still not good, and he often walks on crutches: "I don't hurt anymore, let me get down."

"It's really okay."

"Don't sweat if you have nothing to do." I wiped the sweat off his face with my sleeve and said, "Let me down quickly, please."

"Then how is your stomach?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, and there is no bleeding or feeling of something falling out, so it must be fine." Although there is still a little pain, I think there is no problem walking.

He believed me and let me go.Now there is still a long distance from the gate, and it is the first time that I hate the huge garden of Fan's father's house so much.

I could see that Fanyin was pretending to be fine, he recently had that troublesome pregnancy reaction, his legs must have hurt, and he walked extremely slowly.And I also pretended, pretending that I didn't hurt at all.Maybe he could see my disguise too, but he said nothing like me.

We walked for more than an hour supporting each other like this, and finally arrived at the gate.

Sure enough, the car sent by Mrs. Han had arrived, and it turned out that the guards would not let them in at all.

When he was almost at the door, Mrs. Han called and asked Fan Yin about it. Fan Yin said that he would explain to her after going to the hospital.

Finally got into the car, both of us were exhausted and snuggled together.Fanyin touched my stomach with her hands and asked, "Now, does it still hurt?"

"A little bit, but it shouldn't be serious." I said, "If the pier falls off immediately, then the child must not develop well, and it will be difficult to keep it and continue to grow up."

He nodded.

"Where are your legs?" I asked.

"It hurt a little just now, but it's fine now." He smiled and said, "You're too fat."

"You just said how much I weigh!"

He smiled deeper: "Forget about your big breasts."

I quickly stood up: "Really?"

He squeezed it with a smile, leaned his head on my arms, and said, "I'm sleepy."

"Yeah." I put my arms around his head and said, "You can rest."

"Don't admit it again." He said: "He just wants to provoke you to say that. I guess Michelle has been stirring up trouble for him recently, fabricating some cute stories that are more similar to my childhood, and inciting the old man to think that It's the grandson, he's going to die or live."

I didn't speak, I had mixed feelings in my heart.

He raised his face: "What's wrong?"

"I was touched by you." I lowered my head and kissed his forehead, and said, "Thank you."

(End of this chapter)