The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 638 Make a Choice Immediately
I took it off and sat up to see that it was my underwear, which had been washed and exuded a dry fragrance.

I looked up and saw Fanyin standing in front of me with a legal face, and while unbuttoning, she muttered: "I can't take it properly, I have to throw it away..."

Before I finished speaking, the clothes were snatched away by him again, and my shoulders were pulled and twisted by him again and again, turning my back to him.

He quickly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons. It didn't feel good to open the placket. He familiarly undid the shoulder strap of my bra, buttoned it up, and ordered: "Sit up straight."

I understood what he meant, and hurriedly said: "I will..."

"Sit up straight."

I sat upright obediently, his hand pulled the belt, passed through the two wide fronts of the shirt, buttoned it up, and passed his hand over my shoulder, hooking his fingers.

As I handed him the drooping shoulder strap, I couldn't help but feel sore: "The work on hand is really neat."

He first yanked the shoulder straps hard, forced me to inhale and straighten up, and then pulled my back neckline straight under my shoulders, as if he didn't understand my true meaning, he said softly: "After all, it's already two the child's father."

I couldn't help looking up at him, and I was quite surprised to see him with a gentle expression and a smile hanging from the corners of his eyes and brows.For so many years, I know that he is arrogant and has a strong self-esteem. He never admits his mistakes and bows his head easily. I also know that I have never been contemptuous in front of him. Therefore, even if I am dissatisfied, it is rare for him to listen to my thoughts seriously, and it is even more difficult for him to compromise for me. Change.I was indeed angry just now, but if I let him hang out for a while, I would probably be able to endure today with my personality. Although I complained in my heart, I never thought that his attitude would change so quickly.

When I looked at him, he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss near my right temple, and then slapped my leg lightly: "Cooperate."

I bent my legs and watched him pull his clothes up and down like he was taking care of a child, and I couldn't help but look up at him.

He didn't look at me, and didn't make a sound. I was in a daze for no reason, until I felt that I had been wiped out, and I quickly lowered my head and grabbed his hand.However, his strength is stronger than mine, and he penetrated slowly without being hindered. My heart was numb, and I couldn't help opening my mouth: "Hey..."

"Huh?" His low smile came from his ear, revealing a taste of pampering that I couldn't believe.His lips pressed against my cheek, and as he spoke, he scratched my heart lightly like a feather, "I haven't seen you so shy just now."

For this, I like it, but I also resist it for no reason. I can't help shrinking my body, trying to escape: "Didn't you say that you can go to eat?"

"Didn't you say you were going to be hungry?" He smiled back, but he had already taken out his hand honestly, his chest was pressed against my back, his arms were wrapped around my arms, and he was holding my front with that dry hand , Buttoned the buttons back one by one, the other hand held my hand, and the wet fingers clasped my fingers, caressing my fingers dreamily.

I twitched the corners of my mouth as he always did, and said, "You bullied me again."

Sure enough, he was not angry. He rubbed his cheek against my face and said with a smile, "You are crying again."

I didn't speak.

He quickly fastened the buttons, still hugged me, and said: "The clothes are really torn, and I can't fix it for a while. Let's eat first."

I asked, "Why are you tearing it up?"

"I don't want you to go." He rested his chin on my shoulder, so heavy.

"So..." I want to say that I am not allowed to tear it up in the future, but I feel that the word "later" has a sense of promise.

Now my heart is very chaotic, very chaotic.

With his keenness, he can naturally hear the importance of what I have not said, but he didn't ask, but put his hand on my lap, "Didn't you mean it?"

"what?"

"It's even more indecent than just now." He smirked: "Do you want to look in the mirror?"

I looked at him, and then looked down at myself, um... The shirt is white, so I can't see through it directly, but since my underwear is black, then...

I said, "At least it's not empty inside. And didn't you say that there's no one downstairs? So what if it's a little less serious?"

He smiled and pinched my face: "You have said everything."

I said, "Fanyin."

"What do you call me?" His eyeballs slid to the far left of the eye sockets, just enough for me to see the dissatisfaction in them.

I said, "I have something to say."

"Correct the name before you say it."

I said, "Isn't that what I've been calling you lately?"

"If you are told to correct it, you will correct it." He started the promiscuous mode again.

I asked knowingly, "What do you want me to call you?"

"husband."

"Ai!"

He gritted his teeth and paused every word, "Su, Ling, Yu!"

I pouted, showing displeasure.

"You really know what to do." He muttered, and looked at me again: "Are you angry again?"

"Ah."

"air pump."

This time I was really angry: "This word is too ugly!"

"That balloon," he laughed again, his face changed really quickly, "it's colorful." He squeezed his hand up again, "so round."

I couldn't be angry anymore, so I pulled his hand away and said, "Thank you."

"Ok?"

"I have always hoped that you would care about my feelings like today. When I am angry, you will take the initiative to coax me, instead of accusing me, bullying me, and putting me aside." I said, "I know this is true for you." It's not easy."

He stopped laughing and became serious: "Then I will always treat you like this from now on."

I didn't speak.

He waited for a while and asked, "Still don't want to come back?"

I shook my head: "I don't know."

"Then what are you trying to do?" Although he was complaining, his tone was very gentle: "Lack of men? Or do you think I lack women for charity?"

I said: "You are short of women, can't you touch women?"

He was choked, and then gave me a white look: "Get to the point."

I said: "I'll go back later, I can't give you an answer today anyway, let me think about it."

"How long are you going to think about it?" he asked.

"I don't know." I said, "If you are afraid that I will waste your time, you can find someone else."

"I can't touch women, why would I find someone else?" His tone began to be unhappy, but compared to his usual style, it was already mild.

"Then even if I give you the answer now, you still have to find someone else." I don't understand his logic.

"That's why I told you not to do it and come back to remarry." He let go, turned and sat beside me, because I was facing the bed, and he had to wear shoes facing outwards, thus forming an almost back-to-back posture, We couldn't easily see each other's faces.

That's fine, because I don't know if my decision will be affected when I look at his face.

He was silent for a while before saying: "Sorry, that sentence just now may make you think that I only think about myself."

I haven't had time to think about it.

He continued: "Your company is under too much pressure, and you have to do everything yourself. Even if you don't have this blood clot, it will take a lot of damage to your body in the long run. I don't want to attend your funeral."

"It's just that I don't invite you at that time."

He held my arm and pulled my body to face him, his expression was already very severe, "Don't be vague, is this the point?"

"Thank you for caring so much about me." I couldn't think of other words to answer his words.

He was obviously annoyed by my overly polite words, he frowned and stopped talking.

I hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but licked my dry lips: "Actually, I... Actually, even if we get back together, I don't want to get a certificate, let alone hold a wedding. It's fine to live together, and my father must agree to it."

He understood me instantly: "Are you afraid that I will use marriage to cheat you of money?"

"It's impossible for me to give up my property and go back with you. If you treat me badly again, I'll have nothing." I said, "I can't bear that possibility."

He got a little angry: "So you came to tease me again today?"

"No, I'm here today because I still love you." Sure enough, I should eat first. Now my throat is blocked and I don't even have any appetite: "But this is not the same as asking me to believe that you can always treat me well. Now I have nothing but money and status, so I don't feel safe without them, as I told you."

Obviously he was very puzzled: "Didn't I say that I will give you all the money? At least you have to get a certificate from me to change the property."

"I don't want yours." I said, "You can take it back anytime you want."

He was even more upset: "Isn't your father like this too?"

"But he only has me. As long as I listen to him, he won't take it back." I said, "You are different."

He nodded, his face was completely gloomy, and asked: "Then your father agrees to let you come to bed with me?"

I looked at him and didn't speak.

"Are you agree?" He narrowed his eyes, "Say it!"

"No." I was a little worried that he would hit me in a sudden rage, I lowered my head and avoided his eyes.

"Then who asked you to come?" He squeezed my chin, and forcibly turned my face to him: "You don't want me, and you come to seduce me every day, what do you want?"

I was so pinched by him that I couldn't speak, and naturally I couldn't answer anything, so I didn't speak.

Then he let go of his hand, stood up abruptly, and paced back and forth on the ground like a raging lion.

I didn't dare to provoke him, so I just sat there and looked at him like this.

Finally, he seemed to have calmed down a bit, stood still in front of me, and ordered: "Raise your head and watch me speak."

I looked up and looked into his eyes.

His expression was much calmer than before, and he asked seriously: "You choose now, do you want to go back with me?"

I said, "I want to think about it again."

"You can't think about the result, and I don't have time to waste with you." He said coldly, "Make a choice now."

I know that I am really wasting his time by doing this, and I also know that he does things very purposefully, making changes because he wants me to go back.Now that I wanted to go back to the company, he felt disappointed, so he tore off that gentle mask again.

(End of this chapter)