The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 607
He froze for a moment, his expression a little uneasy: "What do you mean?"

I pushed back the plate and said, "Let's check it first." Because this guy has such a strong personality, now I actually like his staring look, and I think it's cute.

He suspiciously took out the hard drive inside, and I told the maid who was standing by: "Get the computer."

The maid brought the computer, and Fanyin inserted the hard drive in. After about half a minute, he suddenly frowned: "Why is it empty!"

I smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be so careless now."

"I obviously had capacity when I copied it."

"Yes, but once you copy it, it will be automatically replaced with garbled characters." I said, "You didn't copy it out, but used it to threaten me. How are you threatening now?"

He froze for a few seconds, then laughed, not angry: "You did it on purpose."

"After all, that room is for me to make up and change clothes." I smiled and said, "Do you think I would let you mess around in another room?"

He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled ambiguously, and asked in a low voice: "So you can mess around in the bedroom?"

"You'll know tonight."

He smiled and closed the computer without saying a word.

At this time, the children are all asleep, and Fanyin and I had some late-night snacks, then drank a few glasses of wine and chatted about some irrelevant topics.He drank better than me, and I was rarely in a good mood, so naturally I drank a few more glasses.

Then I rolled onto the bed again, I was sleepy, and he had the light behind him, so I couldn't see his face clearly, only the patterns formed by the lights on the ceiling.Suddenly he pressed down, clamped my jaw, and fixed my head.

His beautiful eyes with flying corners looked at me, and I couldn't help feeling a little lost. At this moment, I even wondered if he had thought of me.

However, this is really just my illusion, he suddenly smiled, and asked without thinking: "Where is the thing?"

My tongue was paralyzed by the alcohol, and it was difficult to speak: "What?"

His thin lips curled up: "Your whip."

"How can I..."

I understood what he meant, he really thought I had some strange hobbies.He is really good at labeling people, and he is obviously the one who likes those.

He was slightly dissatisfied: "Then you played tricks before."

I couldn't help laughing: "You are allowed to tease me...don't I be allowed to tease you?"

He still didn't understand: "What kind of joke is this?"

His frowning look is a bit like No. 1, but not as fierce as him, and a bit like No. [-], but not as childish as him.I couldn't help reaching out to caress his face. Alcohol makes people sensual, so I suddenly felt a little sad: "If you still remember me, this will be considered a joke."

He seemed a little embarrassed, stopped his movements, turned his face sideways, avoided my gaze, and didn't speak.

Now that the scene has been ruined, if I am sober, I will definitely not continue to talk about it.But at this moment, I have no self-control. I hugged him and pressed my face to his bare chest. The familiar body smell made me feel very comfortable. I stroked his back and couldn't help but say: "Voice..."

He seemed to give a low "hmm", but he didn't seem to, I didn't hear it clearly.

I kissed his chest. I could feel him trembling slightly. I hugged him tightly and said, "I miss you so much."

He was taken aback for a moment, then grabbed my arm, pulled it off, and rolled me over again.

I didn't struggle either, and buried my face in the bed.It might be true, or it might just be me thinking too much, and I feel like he's pushing too hard, like throwing a tantrum.

I hated him so much before, I felt that he had failed me, and I didn’t regret sending him to a mental hospital at all, and I even thought that even if he died, I wouldn’t care.It was his choice, and we could have been very happy if he hadn't been presumptuous.

But I miss him so much, this is because I have no self-esteem.

Later, we both slumped on the bed together.The stamina of drunkenness makes me feel dizzy, and the satisfaction of lust also makes my whole body soft.Of course, there's the pain, but the pain is familiar, and he's always been rude.

I closed my eyes and was about to fall asleep. I vaguely felt the bed move, and my side seemed to be empty.It happened that I didn't want to hold him either, so I hugged a pillow and turned over to continue sleeping. This time, I slept until the next morning.

I was woken up by the assistant's voice, and he asked unhurriedly: "Boss, do you still want the ten o'clock appointment?"

I said "of course" first, and then I realized the problem.

The phone is not in my hand.

I looked along that arm and looked up to see Fanyin's face.His eyes were still a little blurred, his brows were frowning, and he looked disturbed.

I took the phone from my ear and glanced at the screen, it was nine o'clock.

I'm still a little confused: "What appointment at ten o'clock?"

"Mr. Mo," he reminded in a low voice, "I made an appointment to go horseback riding with him last month."

Mr. Mo is a client I have been with fairly closely recently. He is 32 years old this year, unmarried, and he doesn't talk much, but he is good at doing business.

Today is not just the two of us, it is a party, there are many people from high society, but it is hosted by Mr. Mok.

I was about to speak when my phone was snatched away suddenly.With a loud noise, it flew into the corner.

I looked at Fanyin in astonishment, and remained silent for a long time.

With his eyes still closed, he frowned and said "It's so noisy", then rolled over and fell asleep.

I sat up and said, "Go and pick it up."

He ignored me.

I pushed him and ordered: "Get it back! Otherwise I'll kick you out right now."

He opened his eyes suddenly, looked at me and said, "Say it again."

I said, "Who allows you to smash my phone?"

He closed his eyes again.

I said, "Fanyin, I'm asking you something."

He opened his eyes again and said, "What do you call me?"

"Yin..." I slowly woke up from the shock, and I was a little excited: "You have recovered your memory?"

He didn't answer but asked, "Who are you dating at ten o'clock?"

"Mr. Mo." I said, "You answer my question first."

He closed his eyes and said, "Don't go."

I said, "You answer my question first!"

"No." He said in an irritable tone, "but you are not allowed to go."

I said, "Are you sure?"

He didn't speak.

I sat there for a while and said, "Mr. Mo, that is a public event."

He doesn't speak.

"I went without you making it clear." I said, "Did you miss me?"

He opened his eyes: "Do you know what kind of people they are?" He looked serious.

I deliberately said: "I don't know."

He gouged me out: "You seem to like making friends with this kind of person."

"what happened?"

"I'll give you some medicine after I go, and then have a good time." He raised his eyebrows.

I couldn't help laughing: "Then you can tell me first, do you remember me?"

He shook his head, showing displeasure: "But still not allowed to go."

"He does have that kind of party, but it's at night, and it's just a normal activity during the day." I said, "I've been there before."

He frowned.

I said, "It's easy if I don't go. You just need to pick up the phone and come and kiss me. Of course, if you remember, you don't have to."

He stared at me without speaking at first, and his cruel look made me doubt that he really remembered.

I expected him not to pick up the phone, but he slowly lifted the quilt, got up and walked towards the phone, picked it up, then pinched my chin, kissed me on the mouth, and asked: " this is okay?"

I asked reluctantly, "Did you really not remember?"

"What's so good about thinking about it?" He looked at me and asked, "What's so bad about it now?"

I looked into his eyes and felt that he just remembered, but there was nothing wrong with his question.

I pulled his hand away and climbed out of the bed, and he asked behind him: "Or go?" There was anger in his voice.

"Go take a shower." I finished and went into the bathroom.

Passing by the mirror before taking a shower, I was shocked when I glanced at it.Where is me in the mirror?It was clearly a female ghost.Her hair was disheveled and her body was full of red marks, the one closest to her face couldn't be covered even with a high collar and silk scarf.Fan Yin was too worried just now, I don't even think about this kind of virtue.

I took a shower and felt much more comfortable. There was no medicine in this room, so I called and sent someone to get it.However, after not coming for a long time, I went out to look, and saw the medicine box was lying on the bed, and Fanyin was opening it to look.

I went over and asked, "You didn't let the maid bring it to me?"

He closed the lid with a strange expression: "What are you doing with these?"

I looked at him and said nothing.

After so many years, I have long been used to his switching personality.

He frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Do you remember what just happened?" I asked.

"Remember." When he said this, there was a sense of apology in his expression: "Sometimes I suddenly feel irritable, and my temper will suddenly turn bad. I'm sorry, I dropped your phone."

"Then you still remember things?" The current him is indeed very different from the one just now.

"remember."

"Do you remember clearly?"

"very clear."

Bai was so happy, I thought he had split.

He squinted at me and asked, "What?"

"I'm more used to the way you were just now." I said, "You were always like that when you were my husband."

He frowned and looked at me with "you're sick" eyes.

I asked, "So did you feel okay last night?"

"It's okay." He said, "What?"

"It's nothing." I picked up the medicine box and said, "I'm going to get the medicine."

He asked, "What medicine do you take?"

I glanced at him and went into the bathroom without saying a word.

It was very exciting when I did it, but now the pain is so painful that I want to cry. I think of his appearance yesterday and just now, and I can't help feeling uncomfortable.What the hell is this...

Just as I was thinking, someone pushed the door, and I sat down quickly, but he had already entered, and his eyes swept over my lap, "I did it?"

"Who else could it be?"

He raised his eyebrows: "Bleeding."

I glanced at him: "Are you proud?"

"I remember you didn't cry out for pain yesterday," he said with a half-smile, "So it's good, no wonder you didn't have a whip."

(End of this chapter)