The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 630 Wait until I die
I have no feeling in my heart about this news, I just feel a little sad when I think about Xing Xing's age.But when I think about what I did at her age, I feel that I have no right to mourn for her.

When I rested for about a month, I went to the hospital again, and after an examination, I was told that the size of the clot was still the same without any change.The doctor may be trying to comfort me, saying: "But your complexion is very good recently, and it will take a little time for your body to recuperate."

"Yeah." I said, "But I was working before, and it has been shrinking all the time. It just stopped shrinking suddenly. Could it have nothing to do with rest?"

"Regular work and rest does not guarantee that it will disappear, but at least it will reduce the risk of its sudden rupture." The doctor said: "After all, the location of the blood clot is very risky, and we still recommend conservative treatment."

After coming out of the hospital, I looked through the phone book and found a friend who had often had tea with me in recent years.This person's surname is Mu. Although the company's scale is small, the cemetery he runs is very good in terms of scenery and feng shui. He lies there after death, and even his neighbors are high-ranking officials.

Boss Mu took me to see it in person early the next morning, introduced several good locations, and finally said: "Since you have come to buy it, Mr. Su, I don't shy away from it. It is the location that can still be used in China now. Speaking of it, the feng shui here is not the best, but it is excellent, so the remaining few pieces have to pick a buyer. Even if it is for your family, I have to see who it is."

I said, "It's me."

She was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "There are not many good positions, and the more they sell, the less they are sold. It is indeed good to have one."

I said, "Can this matter be kept secret?"

"It's natural." She smiled and said, "Don't worry about it."

The cemetery was quickly chosen, the neighbor on the left was an elegant lady, and the neighbor on the right was a female politician, all women.

I don't know how Boss Mu saw that I was going to use it in the near future. After selecting the cemetery, he said, "We also have a matching funeral, do you want to take a look?"

I looked at her and didn't speak.

She smiled: "There's no need to hide it. My husband's family has been in this business for three generations, so I started doing this too. I still have some insight."

"The funeral can't be decided yet." I said, "It might be sudden."

"Suddenly it doesn't matter," she said. "If you want to do it, we can guarantee the scenery."

"It doesn't need to be beautiful, just a smaller scale." I thought about it, and then decided to forget it: "It's better not to have a funeral, because there are no one to invite."

"The child needs to attend." She said: "Besides, there is a partner. If the funeral is not held, the child will not be able to do well in the future."

That's right, that also makes me feel too miserable, although if people really have knowledge, then I don't want to see a group of people put me in the middle, and then walk around pretendingly.

I said, "Let's do a simple one, and the scale should not be too big."

She nodded.

"You can come to me directly to discuss the details." I said, "Call me anytime."

We signed the contract in the morning, drank a cup of coffee together, and talked about the details of the funeral.

In fact, there are no details, just the choice of shrouds, and the rest follow the rules.

Before saying goodbye, she asked: "I have a presumptuous question to ask you."

"Ask." I could guess what she wanted to ask.

"The feng shui of the Su family's ancestral grave is a dragon vein that is already priceless. Why didn't you choose that place?" She asked, "What if the Su family doesn't admit it when there is a funeral?"

That's right, if my father insists, the contract can also be forcibly torn up, anyway, it's a matter of liquidated damages.

I said: "I will also write it in the will, but if the Su family is determined to breach the contract, then there is nothing I can do, I can only say sorry to you."

She nodded, looked at me like a gentle sister, and said: "I ask this because I haven't received clients of your level, and they are basically from the graves of the ancestors. But I will do my best to help you. You fought for it."

"I know." I said, "Thank you."

After I came out of her company, my mobile phone started to ring, and there was a phone call with a lot of noise on the screen. I never saved it, and because I didn't save it, I remembered it instead.

I think he's fine, I'm not in the mood to argue with him today, so I didn't answer.

I got annoyed when he called again and simply blacklisted him.

Then I got in the car to go home. It was a long way, so I was a little sleepy, but suddenly I was woken up by the sudden brake.My driver is very skilled and would not easily make such a mistake. I asked, "What's wrong?"

"This car turned suddenly and blocked our car." The driver said nervously, "It's too sudden, I'm sorry, chairman."

I poked my head around and saw that there was indeed a car in front of me, and I could tell who it was just by looking at it.

I asked, "Can I drive away?"

"No." The driver said, "I was also blocked from behind."

I was helpless, turned on the phone, dragged Fanyin out of the blacklist, and dialed his number.

A laugh came from over there: "Are you willing to answer the phone?"

"What are you doing?" I said, "This is the main road."

"I invite you to lunch." He said, "I'll be leaving at three o'clock, don't waste your time."

"..."

"how?"

"Why do you always come here recently?" I clearly remember that he is not here, and he doesn't plan to have any business.

"You're only now thinking of asking that question," he said. "Thinking is really slow."

I was about to speak, but he said again: "The traffic police are here, I'll run first, baby. I'll text you the address, don't be late."

He hung up the phone first, and drove away quickly with his bodyguard car.I was in a daze for a while, and the phone started to vibrate. Before I opened it, I was still thinking that this guy had started going to a public restaurant. After I opened it, I looked for a while before I found out: it turned out to be my home address.

There was another delay, the traffic police had already arrived, my driver took the ticket and drove back to my house.

Fanyin's car was parked at the door, I went over to stop, and when I lowered the window, he also lowered it.

I asked, "Can't I go in?"

"I don't want to embarrass your housekeeper." He smiled a bit like old man Fan.

I snorted: "You are so smart to come to my house for dinner."

"The food is in the trunk." He said eagerly: "It's not good to eat outside, so I will use your environment. You won't refuse, will you?"

I asked, "I don't want to, what do you want?"

"Break in." He shrugged.

"you dare."

"You're asking," I don't remember if he was so glib before, "Why don't you dare?"

I asked, "Is the vegetable not poisonous?"

"There are aphrodisiacs."

"As you get older, you become more and more indecent." I really don't think I was so indecent before.

I asked someone to open the door and let us in. I checked the villa a few days ago to make sure there was no suspicious person.My dad didn't know right away that I brought Fanyin home to fool around, which meant that my little villa was quite safe.

Fanyindai's dishes are all well-cooked, which is the craftsmanship of famous local restaurants.He explained it like this: "I originally wanted to invite the chef directly, but the plane was delayed today, and I will go back after he comes here to cook, so I have to let him cook first."

I said, "Thank you."

He smiled and asked, "Where did you go this morning?"

"What are you asking for?"

"I'm curious who you signed the contract with." He recalled: "I look familiar with that woman."

How could he know others if he wasn't active in this generation?
I said, "What do you want to say, you don't have to go around the corner."

He became serious: "Is the situation getting worse?"

"No."

He frowned slightly: "Really looking for her to buy a cemetery?"

"Ah."

"It's too early," he said.

"The doctor said it could break at any time," I said. "It's very risky if you have surgery. It's better to get ready early."

He didn't speak.

Seeing his strange eyes, I could guess what he wanted to say in my heart, and explained: "Although the property has been transferred to my name, I am married after all, and according to the rules, I should not enter the ancestral grave."

I know this explanation is a bit far-fetched, but I have no other explanation.

He said, "Then you entered our house."

"I'm divorced from you."

He raised the corner of his mouth: "What if you remarry?"

"I don't want to enter either."

His face changed slightly, and he asked, "Why?"

I didn't speak.

"Lingling." He reached out and grabbed my wrist, I tried to break free, but he didn't relax.I didn't move, and his attitude was still very gentle: "What did the doctor tell you? Didn't you feel good last time?"

"The doctor didn't say anything, but your expression is ugly now." I said in my heart: "I just want to choose what to do after I am alive, and I don't want to be arranged in a place I don't want to go after I die."

He asked, "Where is the place you don't want to go?"

I didn't speak.

He asked again: "Are you sure, even if you remarry me, you don't want to enter my ancestral grave?"

"Of course not." I said, "I don't want to be your husband and wife in my next life, and I don't want to be his daughter anymore. This is the place I don't want to go."

He frowned.

I pulled his hand away, thinking that he knew what I meant when he heard my first sentence, but he insisted on making my words so transparent, which made me feel bad.

No one said anything after that, I didn't look at him, but I knew he was staring at me for a while.

After about five or six minutes like this, he opened his mouth in a calm tone: "What does your father think about this?"

"I didn't tell him." I said, "I'll announce it when I'm dead."

"I mean your illness."

"I'm not sick, it's just a blood clot," I said, "I didn't tell him either."

He said, "Tell him he might be nice to you."

"I don't need it." I looked at him and said, "It seems that it is because of this that you suddenly started pretending to be a good person."

"I suddenly started pretending to be a good person because I recovered from my illness." He continued with a smile.

For some reason, my heart suddenly missed a beat, and I couldn't help asking: "Really?"

(End of this chapter)