The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 602 Do You Want Me Back?
I called out tentatively, "Fanyin?"

He ignored me and was completely engrossed in the phone.

I'm a bit out of ideas as to what to do next.

The door behind me suddenly opened, and someone said to me, "Boss, the psychiatrist is here."

I turned my head to look over and saw that there were already some people gathered at the door, so I asked, "Who called?"

A doctor said: "Mr. Fan's state seems to be related to mental illness, we asked a psychiatrist to come..."

"Get out." I told my assistant, "I didn't say anything, no one is allowed to come in."

Soon, the assistant kicked everyone out, until there were only three of us left in the ward, and then asked: "Boss, what should we do next? Does Mr. Fan have his own doctor or medicine?"

"Go and contact Mr. Fan." I said, "You should go out too."

"This..." the assistant said, "Can I not go out? I'm worried that he will harm your safety."

"Don't worry, I know the seriousness." I was used to seeing Fanyin's bursting form when he had an attack, and I really didn't think anything would happen if he was so stupid.

Frankly speaking, part of the reason why he stayed in my house this time instead of arranging to live in another private house is that although I don't really believe in what the stars say, I still look forward to seeing this scene.

The assistant also left, and Fanyin and I were the only ones left in the ward.

I called out again: "Fanyin?"

He still ignored me.

I picked up the phone in my hand and found that it was still talking.

I thought about it, put it to my ear, and said, "Hello?"

The sound, slightly altered by electromagnetic waves, echoed through the hands-free in a quiet room.

Fanyin was still staring at it, still not moving, but I noticed that his fingers holding the phone were silently tightening.

I was overjoyed, thought about it, and shouted: "Yinyin!"

At first, he still didn't respond.But I have a strong feeling in my heart, I think he is not in a daze anymore, but thinking about something.

Having been with him for so many years, I felt the need to trust my instincts, so I stopped talking.

It has been standing like this for a long time.

My legs gradually began to numb, and my heart was a little shaken.

Suddenly, I saw his tightly pursed lips tremble slightly.I held my breath and watched the corners of his mouth slowly lift up, and a smile flowed from his long and narrow eyes.

This feeling……

How can I describe it?Just like when I saw Nian Nian smiling at me for the first time.I felt that my withered and weathered heart suddenly came alive again.

After some time, the door opened and it was the assistant.

He said: "I contacted Mr. Fan. He said you don't have to be afraid. Recently, he is only in a daze and doesn't hurt anyone. He hopes you don't let those doctors give him medicine. He will recover after a while."

I nodded: "Then do as he says."

"But can he believe what he said?" He said, "This old man is well-known and cunning."

I said, "Don't worry."

I don't believe in the old man Fan, but I also feel that Fanyin may have taken all the related drugs when he was in the mental hospital, and I don't think there is any drug that can make him sober.

The assistant hadn't left yet, so I said, "You go out."

"Your father's condition is not very good," said the assistant. "The doctor hopes that you can meet with them to discuss further changes in the treatment plan."

"I'm going to the hospital early in the morning."

"A lot of other relatives in your family have come," he said, "Shanshan is receiving her. If you go only the day after tomorrow, will there be bad rumors?"

I asked, "Have you bought the original from Mr. Fan?"

"He said that you should give the money directly to Mr. Fan, and the things are on him, so you can ask him for it." The assistant said.

I nodded: "I'll go the morning after tomorrow."

I don't care about gossip because now the entire Su family has to rely on me for food, and the group of people who are most dissatisfied with me have been killed by Fanyin, and the rest used to preach to me on the basis of their seniority, but with My attitude became more and more tough. They didn't dare to say anything in front of me anymore, they just complained to my father behind my back, saying that I was stubborn.I used to care a little bit about this, but once this incident happened, I didn't even care about this anymore.

Now I just want to stay with Fanyin and see how long he will stay like this, I don't want those people to ruin my good mood.

The assistant went out, and Fanyin and I were the only ones left in the ward.

I walked over and sat down next to Fanyin, and saw that the screen in his hand had gone black, and the phone had automatically hung up.

I called it again, but of course he didn't respond. I connected it for him, pressed the speakerphone, and then said into my microphone, "Yinyin."

As I wished, after a short wait, he laughed again.

I looked at him, speechless again.

Now I finally completely believe that the sober man before has really forgotten me.

He smiled for a moment, probably realizing that there was no sound in it, and the smile slowly faded from his face again.

So I yelled again into the microphone: "Yinyin."

He laughed again.

I think it might be helpful for his situation, just like playing games with a baby, calling him constantly, watching him smile and watching him not laughing.Call him again, see him smile again, see him not smiling again... and so on, his reaction is faster and faster every time, and the sun outside the window rises slowly, and slowly rises to the sky again.

My phone received a notification that it was out of battery, and I said, "Yinyin..."

The smile on his already smiling face deepened.

I asked, "Do you want me to come back?"

For a long time after I finished speaking, he always had that smile on his face.

I watched it fade away, watched the corners of his mouth that were originally raised from laughter slowly droop, and watched his eyes that were originally lit up from joy slowly dimmed.

Then, a teardrop hit the screen of the phone.

I looked at him, in a daze.After an unknown amount of time, the phone heard the sound of the battery being exhausted and shutting down.

The screen of the mobile phone in his hand also flickered, and the call was forcibly hung up.

Well, I don't want to play like this anymore.

I reached out and wiped his wet lashes to make sure they were tears.

I wanted to say something more, but my throat was choked up, and I felt extremely uncomfortable.

At this moment, the phone in his hand turned on again, and three words were written on the screen: Guan Chuxia.

I looked at his sluggish face, stretched out my hand to take it away, and picked it up, thinking that I can't blame it, if he is capable, don't be in a daze.

I pressed the answer button, and a lively and cheerful voice came from over there: "Brother Yinyin, what are you doing? You agreed to accompany me to choose a puppy today!"

It seems that they are not familiar with each other, and they don't even need to say hello.

I smiled and said, "Miss Guan, I'm Su Lingyu."

I can imagine her froze expression when she heard my voice, and she stammered after a long time: "Sister Su, what are you... did I call the wrong number?"

"No," I said, "that's his phone."

"Then..." She stammered for a while, then smiled suddenly: "I see, you guys have lunch together, right? Brother Yinyin went to the bathroom, that's why you..."

"He's sleeping." I glanced viciously at Fanyin who was dazed aside, and said to the phone, "If you want to choose a puppy, I know a young, handsome and patient director of a pet hospital. I'll let him accompany you." How about you go?"

"No, no need..." Her tone was full of disappointment.

I felt sorry for her, but I still said, "When Yinyin wakes up, I'll ask him to call you back."

"Oh……"

I was about to say something, but suddenly felt discomfort coming from my side.I glanced over from the corner of my eye, and saw that Fanyin was still sitting there, her eyeballs had slipped to the corners of her eyes, and her gaze was full of narrowness.

I hurriedly said: "Then let's do this first, bye."

"Goodbye," Guan Chuxia said, "Thank you, Sister Su."

I hung up the phone, handed the phone to Fanyin, and said with a smile, "It's ringing, so I did a little favor. You're welcome."

"You can justify your own uneducated behavior so confidently," he gave me a gouged look, while flipping through the call records, "it's really thick-skinned."

I said, "I have been with you since I was 17, and I learned all my bad habits from you."

He gave me another look, obviously annoyed.

I said, "When did you wake up?"

"When you took my phone away."

I was surprised: "Then you still let me take it?"

"I want to see what you are going to do." The corner of his mouth twitched: "It's really surprising."

"What happened?" I said, "I've already lowered my head."

He snorted.

"Not explaining to your beautiful girl?"

"Tell her that the phone is lost in a few days." He opened the drawer and threw the phone in, apparently a little stiff because of sitting for too long.

I asked, "Do you know what just happened?"

"Falling asleep," he said, rubbing his neck, "I'm tired like this, I'll fall asleep sitting up." Suddenly he looked at me again: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." I stood up and said, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving. It was just to repay the matter you and my fiancé have 'talked' for a long time."

He glanced at me with a half-smile, "I told him you sounded so coquettish."

I shot back, "I'll call her right away and tell her you're as thick as a baby's arm."

He probably didn't realize that I would say that, he was taken aback and said, "Are you awake that day?"

"I've used it for more than ten years." I said, "I'm leaving, you should take a good rest."

He asked, "Where are you going?"

"I told you yesterday, there is a meeting." I straightened my pleated suit skirt and said.

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "You'd better go home and rest, at least wash your face. Every time you wake up, you will find that your eyes are swollen from crying. I'm sleeping and I'm not doing a funeral."

"Thank you for your concern." I turned around and wanted to go out, but I heard him mutter again and thought for a while, then returned to him, bent down, pressed his shoulders, looked into his eyes and asked, "Did you really tell him that?" ?”

He raised his brows, his eyes were serious like a cat seeing a dog, obviously a little nervous: "How?"

(End of this chapter)