The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 614 If You Still Love Me
He said with a half-smile: "It's not good, you still eat so much?"

I said, "That's because there's nothing else to eat."

"Too lazy to argue with you," he said, "I'll just stay here tonight."

"You wait..."

"Because my wound is open." He interrupted me angrily: "You are too fat."

Seeing that he was still in high spirits, I felt very disbelieving: "Show me."

"Why?" He raised an eyebrow.

I said, "Then I won't watch it."

He looked at me for a long time and suddenly smiled: "It's not serious."

I said, "I already said I wouldn't ask."

He wasn't embarrassed at all: "You don't look like that."

I said, "You are the one who wants to be asked and pretend to be coy. Don't blame me."

"Well, that's because I'm pretending to be coy." Obviously he was a little angry: "You don't need to look at it."

I said: "If the wound is open, I should go back to rest. Don't cook and play with the children at the same time, let alone sit here. You should take care of yourself."

"Okay." His face became even more ugly, and he stood up: "Thank you, thank you."

I smiled: "Let's go?"

"I shouldn't have come," he said sullenly.

I said, "Then walk slowly."

I know him, he has always been used to being proud, he wants to be begged, and he is afraid of showing a little bowed expression, which will damage his prestige.And I actually wanted to bully him like this for a long time.

I watched his back as he walked to the door, and couldn't help but say, "Yinyin."

He ignored me and reached out to pull the door directly.

"Hi!" I yelled.

He has opened the door.

I wanted to stand up, but my legs were still a little weak, and I accidentally fell down.

The chair also fell over, making a loud noise.I was caught off guard, so startled, I couldn't help but let out a scream.

I was about to get up when I suddenly heard a series of footsteps, so I simply sat down on the ground and pulled the chair on the ground over.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Fanyin just coming.

He bent down anxiously, put his arms around my waist, and asked, "Why did it fall?"

I said, "I'm in a hurry to chase you."

As soon as he stopped moving, as if smelling a conspiracy, he turned his head to look at me, and sat down on the ground.

I said, "It hurts."

Then he stopped looking at me, pulled my arm, and asked without finding the injury, "Where does it hurt?"

The attitude has become careless.

"Leg hurts." I put my leg on his and said, "The chair hit my leg."

He glanced at me, touched my leg and asked, "Why isn't it blue?"

"It might turn green after a while." I said, "You can bear it."

He first asked, "What?" Then he took my hand off his back as if suddenly realizing it.

I couldn't help laughing: "The wound is open?"

He gave me a blank look: "Have you been hit in the head?"

I said: "If you want to stay, just say so, why bother to fabricate a lie that tears your wounds open because I am too fat."

"I fabricated it?" He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you sure?"

"What do you mean?"

That look made me uncomfortable.

Without speaking, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, took off one sleeve, and turned sideways: "Look for yourself."

I poked my head and saw that there was thick gauze wrapped around his back, which seemed to be thicker than before.

I stretched out my hand to touch it, but he knocked off my hand with a "snap" and reprimanded: "You still want to untie it?"

"Who doesn't know if it's fake."

He gouged me out and said, "How can a man of my age make up such a thing to lie to you?" It was really well-founded.

I had no choice but to ask, "How many stitches were broken?"

"Two stitches." He put his shirt back on.

"Oh."

His eyes, which had been bowing his head to fasten buttons, slanted: "What does 'oh' mean?"

"I just can't figure it out." I said, "You didn't crack it for two days, but you cracked it when you sent me to the hospital. Your wound is really smart."

"Stupid pig..." He showed an expression of looking at a fool: "The waist is used for that, and you only use the back for carrying it!"

"Yo." I said, "Have you recovered your memory?"

He was taken aback: "What?"

"It's the first time I heard you say this word." I said, "This was your mantra before."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He continued to bow his head to tie his shirt.

I sat there watching him for a while, and couldn't help moving my legs: "Fanyin..."

"Huh?" He didn't look up, but he has been fastening the third one for half a day, and I have never seen him dawdling like this.

I said, "Thank you for taking me to the hospital."

He just raised his head, glanced at me, and said, "Just use your mouth?"

"How about the money? Forty thousand euros?"

He still looked at me and didn't speak.

I was terrified by him: "What's wrong?"

"What do you think of me?" He was so angry that he threw my leg to the ground and got up to go out.

I sat where I was, didn't move, didn't speak.

I kept watching him walk to the door, and at this moment I thought to myself, if he doesn't come back, I won't waste my time.

Obviously remember everything, but pretend to forget.I don't know what he wants to do.

I got up from the ground when I heard the door close.I thought Fanyin had already left, but when I turned around, I saw him standing at the door, still looking displeased.

I turned around and walked to the hospital bed. My leg didn't hurt at first, but it started to hurt after being thrown by him.

Just came to the bed and was about to lie down when suddenly a force came from behind.

I was pushed onto the bed and he held my hand as I pushed him.

I didn't move, and neither did he.

After confronting each other for a while, I asked, "Do you still want to be paid for this little favor?"

He ignored my joke and said sternly: "Don't test me again in the future."

I said, "Are you going to never remember it for the rest of your life?"

He asked, "Why do I have to remember?"

"It's you who thinks about you." I said, "Otherwise you're just a lover who needs or gives me money.

He didn't say a word, but he squeezed his hand tightly around my wrist.

I felt a little hurt and said, "I don't even know what you want to do now that you are like this. When did you become such a mother-in-law?"

He remained silent.

Just as I was about to say something more, he loosened his grip on my wrist, and that hand came to my chest, grabbed my front, and tore it open.

I could hear the hatred for me in his heart from the shattering of the cloth.

At this moment, the door was suddenly knocked.

I was startled, and Fanyin was also taken aback.

But the door opened directly, and Nian Nian's voice came from outside: "My mother is here, don't worry, Uncle Meng, my father has left..." When she said this, she had already opened the door completely, and was stunned.

Even though Fanyin and I tidied ourselves up immediately, Meng Jiancong had already arrived at the door.He didn't come in again, just stood at the door, I just wrapped my clothes when he turned and left.

I hurriedly got out of bed and chased after him, but my arm was grabbed again, Fan Yin's voice was cool: "What are you going to do?"

I struggled and said, "Let go."

He clenched it tighter: "What are you doing after you? Tell him that I raped you?"

"No," I said, "I have something else to say to him."

"What's the matter?" He still didn't let go.

I knew that with Fanyin's temper and strength, I didn't want to run away, so I said patiently: "My father's condition has deteriorated and he needs an operation. He doesn't want to have an operation, but I'm not allowed to get back together with you, so I Tell him if he doesn't have the surgery, I'll get back with you."

He frowned, and asked in disbelief: "He agreed not to have the operation?"

"He agreed to the operation." I said, "So I can't let him know that I'm reconciled with you. Besides, judging by your attitude, it doesn't seem like you want to get back together with me."

He asked, "Did you have the surgery?"

"Not yet." I said, "We have to wait for the hospital to arrange, but it should be the nearest."

"When are you getting married?" he asked.

"There are two more weeks."

"Still ready to end?" He was still very calm.

"After my father's operation is finished, I will discuss it with the Meng family." I said, "The hospital hasn't notified me yet, but I think it will be soon."

He said coldly: "It is impossible for the hospital to notify you within two weeks."

I didn't speak.

His gaze changed: "If he wants you to get married first and then undergo surgery, will you listen?"

I smiled bitterly: "Obviously it's impossible now."

His face immediately became gloomy: "So you thought this way before?"

"Yes."

He nodded: "Su Lingyu, you are really capable." Saying that, he let go of my arm.

I knew what he meant: "Fan Yin, don't think that I can't see it, and you don't mean to get back together with me."

Without saying a word, he quickly fastened the remaining buttons of his shirt, turned around and walked out.

I said, "Stop."

He stopped, but didn't look back: "What's the matter?"

"Even if I thought that way before, it's impossible to make a fuss like this now." I said, "If you still love me, don't mind, I would like to get back together with you, but my father said, if I get back together with you If they get back together, I have to return the company to him."

He was silent for a while, turned his face sideways, as if he wanted to say something to me, but in the end he didn't, and went straight out the door.

It's already like this, I definitely can't catch up with Meng Jiancong, so I called him, but he didn't answer, and then simply turned off the phone.

I had a terrible headache, so I called Niannian, but she was waiting outside the door, I thought she had gone after Fanyin.

When Nian Nian entered the door, he seemed a little cautious, and before I asked, he said: "I didn't ask him to come, and I didn't know that my father was here again. I saw him at home before!"

I said, "How did he know I was sick?"

"I don't know either," Nian Nian emphasized, "It's really not me this time. He came to the hospital by himself and asked me to bring him up. Don't look at me like that. My father won't let me do this again." Now, lest you hate me even more. Although I don't mind if you hate me, take me to listen to my father. "

I asked, "Aren't you at home?"

"I..." She hesitated.

I asked, "Still saying it wasn't you?"

"It's really not me!" She stomped her feet suddenly, her eyes were red: "If I did it, I did it. It's fair and aboveboard. If I didn't do it, I didn't do it. Why do you doubt me?"

In fact, I already saw that she wasn't lying, but I still asked, "Then tell me, what are you doing at this time?"

"What else can I do? Come and see you!"

(End of this chapter)