The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

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When he looked at it, the children followed suit.Yinyin cheered, got up and rushed towards me, while Niannian wrinkled her nose and showed disdain.

I supported Yinyin and said, "Mom can't hug you."

"It's okay." Fanyin said, "You're overtired, it's not a cold, and it's not contagious."

I hugged Yinyin with confidence, and she kissed me on the face, and then put her little head on my shoulder.

Nian Nian asked Fan Yin: "Do you want to see a doctor?"

"You go." Fanyin probably also saw that she was very uncomfortable staying here, so she sent her to run errands directly.

Niannian had to run out as if she had been pardoned, while Fanyin looked at her back and laughed.He's so focused that he doesn't notice me looking at him - he really looks like he remembers everything now.

Yinyin rubbed against my arms for a while, then whispered, "Mom..."

"Hmm." I asked, "What's wrong?"

"Is it because I have been crying that my mother is sick again?" she asked very stressed.

"No." I said, "Mom is too busy."

"Oh……"

Fanyin also came over, squatted down and touched her little head, and said, "It's relaxing to be with you, even if Mom is with you all the time, you won't be tired."

Although Yinyin has no deep impression of what he did when she was a child, and she is not unfamiliar with it, she still twisted her little neck, got her head out of his hand, and burrowed into my arms vigilantly. Drilling down, he observed him uncomfortably.

Fanyin was amused by her appearance, and gave me a contented look.

Afterwards, Fanyin also found an excuse to go out, and Yinyin and I stayed together.On the way, Niannian invited a doctor, but only said to pay attention to rest and so on.I didn't feel any discomfort except being tired and sleepy. After playing with Yinyin for a while, she told me that Fanyin arranged for me to be sent to the hospital after I fainted. She and Niannian insisted on following, Fanyin So he took them with him, and then they refused to leave, so Fanyin played with them.

I wanted to ask Yinyin why they started calling Fanyin Papa, but then they thought she was confused enough, so they asked Fanyin directly.So he only asked Fanyin how he was treating her, insinuating whether he was sick and scaring her, and after knowing that everything was fine, he was relieved.

It was already afternoon when I woke up, and soon it was Yin Yin's bedtime.She didn't want to leave, so I let her live in the ward.At this moment, Fanyin came again, carrying a food box in his hand, seeing that Yinyin was already asleep, he said, "I'll take her back later."

"Just leave her here," I said.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Of course I slept well."

He didn't speak anymore, put the food in his hand on the dining table, and came to help me again.

But I've come down by myself, and I don't think I'm so weak yet.

The hospital's dinner hadn't arrived yet, and I saw Fanyin bring out the exquisite food and place it in front of me, and asked, "Did Niannian ask you to deliver it again?"

"No." He opened the food box and soup can, and said, "It's me."

I couldn't help but glanced at him: "The food in our hospital is very good."

He clearly knows.

He smiled, his expression was really gentle: "Mine is better."

I smiled and said, "Thank you." Then I picked up a knife and fork, cut a piece, put it in my mouth, bit it, and couldn't help feeling a little absent-minded.

When he was in the United States, Fanyin always cooked. Sometimes he would follow the recipe, and sometimes he would improve it according to his own ideas. The taste became special because of it, which was his exclusive patent.

Fanyin's voice came from beside his ear: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." I swallowed the piece of meat, put down the fork, and asked, "If I have some terminal illness, don't hide it from me."

He asked suspiciously, "Why do you say that?"

"You are so nice to me all of a sudden." I said, "I'm really not used to it."

"Unlucky." He glared at me, a little helpless, but still smiled: "You are really masochistic."

I picked up the cutlery and said, "That's good, you're really scary."

He got serious and said, "But your working style is too desperate, and it's only a matter of time before you get terminally ill."

I gave him a blank look: "Why are you cursing me so well?"

"I didn't curse you," he said, "Nian Nian said that you often don't come back all night."

"I'm going out to find a man."

He smiled: "It's quite tiring to find a man."

"It's okay for a man to work hard."

After I finished speaking, seeing his face change slightly, I couldn't help laughing.On the premise that he doesn't hit people, I really like to see his expression.

He realized that he was being tricked by me, and he became serious: "I'm not joking with you."

I said, "Neither did I. I didn't go home because I slept in the company. I feel uncomfortable today because I haven't slept well since I got better."

He asked: "Why do you sleep in the company?"

"convenient."

"You are not too far from the company."

"But sleeping in the company is still closer." I said, "We have too many international meetings."

"It's also possible to hold a video conference in the study." Fanyin said, "After all, home is comfortable."

"That's your own idea." I was a little annoyed: "Mr. Fan, please don't interfere with my private life, OK?"

He smiled mockingly: "When I'm on the bed, I'm Yinyin. When I get off, I'm Mr. Fanfan."

I said, "It's shameless to always mention this."

"I don't mind being shameless," he said, "and the attitude of keeping your distance when you run out is even more shameless."

I said, "I'm not going to keep my distance if you're not like yesterday."

Now he can still communicate when he is not "angry": "Sorry."

I didn't speak.

"But you went yesterday?" he asked.

"Ah."

He showed an unhappy look again, but obviously he suppressed his anger: "It will be troublesome when something really happens, you'd better be careful."

"I will weigh it myself." I said, "Thank you for your concern."

He stopped talking again.

I looked at his tense face, smiled to myself for a while, and said: "Yinyin said that you played with her all afternoon yesterday, she was afraid that you were a bad person, so she was very nervous. But you taught her to look good in a small way, She loves it."

There was a gentle look on his face: "she is very cute."

I didn't speak.

"Look at the way she looked at me just now." It seems that he was not hurt by Yinyin's attitude just now: "It's so cute."

I said, "That's obviously a very unfriendly look."

"I don't mind," he said with a smile, "and it's just like you, when you're nervous."

I looked at him and said, "Your words exposed a problem."

"what is the problem?"

"I have never been nervous in front of you, unless you regained your memory."

His expression remained unchanged: "Who said you haven't been nervous? You are very nervous on the bed."

I knew he turned to Xiasan Road to force me to end this topic, but I couldn't follow his lead, so I said, "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

He stopped talking, and picked up the knife and fork to cut the meat on the plate, but it seemed that he had something on his mind.

I don't know how long it has been like this, and I couldn't help it: "Yinyin."

He was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head to look at me, and said with a half-smile, "Can you ask me for help?"

I asked knowingly, "What do you mean?"

"Just now, we kept our distance." He raised his eyebrows, and he could see that he was quite happy.

I smiled and made a gesture of hesitating to speak.

He then asked, "What do you want to say?"

"What you asked me about yesterday..." I looked him in the eyes and said, "If you answer my question well, I'll tell you."

I'm sure he can see what I mean from my expression, but he asked, "What's the matter?"

I had no choice but to say: "You asked me how many men I have."

"Well," he raised the corner of his mouth, "you said it was yesterday, and I'm not interested today."

I was choked and didn't speak.

Now that I messed up, his demeanor immediately changed, he became confident and relaxed, showing a winner's face: "But if you really want to explain, I can listen to it. As for your question, it's up to me." how you feel at the time."

I nodded and said, "Just pretend I didn't mention it."

I put my head down and continue cutting my plate, feeling him looking at me, but I don't want to talk to him any further.

After going on like this for a while, he couldn't bear it anymore: "If I'm the only one, why do you need to take short-acting contraceptives?"

It was for him to eat when he decided to move here. There is no other reason. I am relatively cheap, and I always feel that he will not be at peace when he comes.I don't want to get pregnant anymore, just be prepared.

I said, "Answer my question first and I'll tell you."

He said: "It seems that I am indeed the only one."

I looked at him and asked with a half-smile, "Do you believe it?"

He looked into my eyes and didn't speak.

I explained the matter of Pu Lan many times, but he still struggled with it for the rest of his life. I am too aware of his suspicious nature.

I said, "You think about it."

He pretended to be stupid again: "What are you thinking about?"

"answer my question."

"what is the problem?"

"Have you recovered your memory?"

"No." He answered quickly.

I also asked quickly: "Is it the truth?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "You didn't stipulate that I can't tell lies."

I don't ask anymore.

He waited for half a minute and said, "It's my turn?"

"Ah."

"How many men are there?"

"Didn't your daughter tell you everything?"

"I don't think you're that kind of person," he said.

"Don't you know that usually a serious single old woman like me is the easiest to indulge in secrets?"

He showed interest: "So you're telling the truth?"

"You didn't rule me not to tell lies."

He was slightly startled, and then smiled: "You didn't eat it because you knew I was going to move here, did you?"

I glanced at him and said, "You can go back if you have nothing to do."

"How lonely you are alone." He urged, "Don't change the subject."

"I'm a patient and need more rest." I said, "Go back, and your cooking is not as good as the chefs in the hospital, so don't cook any more."

(End of this chapter)