The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 639 You Moved Your Hands and Feet

There is nothing wrong with him like this, but the second half of my life is so long, I can't always be in the same direction as him.

I said, "I'm going back now, but your shirt needs to be..."

He didn't have the patience to listen to me, pointed out the door, and ordered: "Get out!"

I was taken aback for a moment, but he squinted his eyes, as if a raging fire burst out of his eyes: "Get lost! Don't let me see you again!"

When I realized it, I crawled to the other side of the bed, and I didn't care about looking for my purse and other things when I went down, and ran away as if I was running away.

But there were footsteps coming from behind, and even though I was able to run, his arm blocked it. I struggled hard, but I was still hugged into his arms.

His trembling voice came from his ear: "Don't go... Lingling, don't go."

I struggled and his thick arm was on my back and I suspect it was pressing on my lungs as I felt a little bit hard to breathe which not only made it hard for me to speak but also took a toll on my energy physical strength.

I don't know how long he hugged me like this, maybe he noticed that my body was a little soft, he relaxed a little, but still hugged me, with a nervous expression: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

I ignored him and silently adjusted my breathing.

He asked again, "Are you dizzy?"

"Not dizzy." I pulled his hand away, and I really wanted to go home, but I knew that saying this would irritate him, and of course I couldn't suffer this kind of immediate loss.

He relaxed a little, put his palm on my face, wiped away the tears that flowed from my face with his thumb, and said, "I'm sorry...don't cry, don't be afraid."

He said, and took me into his arms again,

I don't want to move, I don't want to talk, and I don't want to be stupid enough to continue arguing with him.I just find it ironic that just now, within half an hour, I feel like he has finally learned to respect my feelings and change himself.

After a while, he let go again, probably feeling that my complexion had improved, and asked, "Shall I go to eat?"

I nodded.

But he became worried again, touched my forehead with his palm, and asked, "Is it really not uncomfortable?"

I shook my head.

He fell silent.

I went downstairs with him. There was indeed no one downstairs, and the table was set, but the food on it was already freezing.

Fanyin pulled me, arranged me to sit on a chair at one side, and said, "I'm going to heat up the dishes."

I nodded.

He took the dishes to heat up, and I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to run away, but the kitchen was next door, the door was open, and the door to the outside was too far away, so I couldn't make it.

So I just had to sit down.

Soon, he heated up the food, brought it up again, and sat down opposite me.

I picked up the knife and fork, but he didn't speak, and ate in such silence.

I remember that Pu Lan told me before that most of the dishes in this world taste best when they are just out of the pot and served on the table. No matter how delicious the dishes are, the taste will be greatly reduced once they are returned to the pot.

And the relationship between Fanyin and I has been terrible since the first pot.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when the meal was finished. I put down the knife and fork and said, "Thank you for cooking for me."

He smiled and asked, "Is it still a mouthful?"

"It's delicious." I said, "Thank you."

He asked, "What do you want to do next? Are you tired?"

I tentatively said, "I want to go home."

He really disagreed: "What else?"

I said, "I have a lot of schedule tomorrow and I have to get up early in the morning."

He stopped talking and just looked at me.

I knew what he meant, but I didn't dare to speak, so I held my teacup ear in silence.

After a long while, he opened his mouth: "I was wrong just now. I shouldn't lose my temper and scare you. But I think you are baffled. You know your physical condition, and you still love me. What you said is not a problem. Are you What do you think?"

I didn't speak.

"Lingling, as long as you come back, I promise that I will never bully you again or make you sad, just like we did in the United States before." He was quite earnest: "You like me to spoil you, No problem, I will pamper you just like pampering Niannian, and it can be better than her."

I still didn't speak.

He was a little anxious again: "Lingling? Don't you have anything to say?"

"If you make a wrong sentence, you will be yelled at," I said, "Maybe you will be beaten. I have nothing to say."

He showed embarrassment: "I was the one who apologized just now."

But it's because I'm too ignorant.

I drank my tea with my head down, avoiding his shadowy gaze.

After a while, his voice came again: "Say whatever you want, I promise not to get angry."

I put down my teacup and looked at him: "Are you sure you don't know what I mean?"

"I know." He said, "You want to come back, but you dare not."

"Mistake," I said, "I've changed my mind."

He frowned: "Is it because I lost my temper with you just now?"

"Yes."

"I won't."

"It's absolutely impossible for me to believe it." I said, "You can't even treat my 'inexplicable' with a normal heart, and I dare not give up everything I have for you. And not only that, what I have done these days I regret everything, but since you have nothing to lose, so be it.”

After I finished speaking, he was about to open his mouth, and I quickly interrupted: "A minute ago, he said he would not get angry, so why don't you forget it now?"

"Don't get angry." He smiled suddenly, picked up a piece of sugar and put it into the teacup, stirred it with a spoon, and said, "I understand what you mean, I don't waste time if you express it earlier."

"Can I go now?" I asked.

"It's so obvious to go back dressed like this." His demeanor and tone were very gentle: "Stay here tonight, I'll send someone to buy clothes for you later."

I said, "I'm telling my driver to buy it now."

"I've sent you back a long time ago," he said softly, "I thought you came here today to make up your mind, and you won't go back."

If I think about it, I should at least bring a suitcase, right?Obviously he intends to force me to stay today.

Naturally, I didn't want to believe it easily: "Can I say that I insist on going back?"

"Yes." He said, "Then go back by yourself."

"Where's my phone?"

"out of battery."

I was surprised: "It was still fully charged when I came."

He spread his hands, showing a wicked smile no matter how you look at it, while pinching a piece of candy again, he threw it into the teacup: "It's not my business."

"Okay." I said, "Do you have a charger?"

"Yes, but I won't lend it to you," he said.

"Then how do I get my driver to come?" I said, "It's so cold outside that I have to dress like this and walk home?"

"Since you don't get back together, you and I are strangers." He said calmly, "I have the right not to lend you. Including the shirt you are wearing."

I said, "I just said that I will love me for the rest of my life."

He pinched another piece of sugar, put it into the teacup, stirred it, and glanced at me with a half-smile: "Didn't you agree?"

"Fortunately, I didn't agree."

"Then there's no need to waste time hurting you." As he said, he took a sip from his teacup, and his brows frowned immediately.

I hurriedly asked, "Is it good to drink?"

He raised his eyes, a little displeased.

"It's because I'm getting older and it's hard to concentrate." I couldn't help laughing, "Or I don't feel very happy, so I love sweets so much?"

He put down the teacup, pushed it aside, and then looked at me with a more serious expression: "Just as you want, you go back to be your chairman, and I will go back tomorrow morning, and we will live our own lives. But tonight Just keep it as a good memory.”

I asked, "Why did you suddenly figure it out?"

"I also had this mental preparation in my heart." He said, "But you can't see it."

I said, "I'm afraid you'll change your mind."

He got up to bring a new teacup, poured tea and said, "It's up to you not to change your mind."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting." He shrugged, showing an innocent face: "How can life be smooth sailing? If one day you have nothing, come to me and you won't admit it."

"What are you doing again?" I was nervous for a reason. The last time he was so confident was when he ruined my wedding: "Are you plotting against me again?"

"Joke!" He spread his hands: "What else can I think about with a cup of tea and three pieces of sugar?"

"Better not." I said, "Otherwise I won't forgive you."

"It's as if you forgive me now." He snorted, and then leaned back on the chair with a rather arrogant expression: "I only hope that when you have such a day, you don't come to me pitifully. I, said," he began to imitate the woman's shrill voice again: "Yinyin, many people want to kill me, please take me in for the sake of children."

His imitation was so hilarious that I couldn't help laughing.But he put on a straight face: "Don't laugh. I won't agree then, after all, I have to marry my little wife and have a son for me."

I suppressed my smile and said, "Don't worry, I won't have that day."

He snorted: "Don't talk too much."

"Dissatisfied." I said: "If there is such a day, I will find a place to end it myself. Although you want to marry a concubine, you must have your own daughter."

He lowered his face: "The whole day is either dead or broken, so can't you say something auspicious?"

I wanted to laugh again: "How can you, a believer in Jesus, care so much about 'auspiciousness'?"

He pursed his thin lips lightly, obviously not used to being subdued like this: "You can still change your mind before dawn."

"I won't change it." I said, "I've made up my mind this time."

He frowned and murmured, "I don't shed tears when I don't see the coffin."

I was very uncomfortable when he said this: "Tell me, why is mine a 'coffin'? What did you do?"

He rolled my eyes at me, snorted softly, but stopped talking.

I hurriedly said, "What are you doing? Fanyin, you didn't take a picture of the two of us for my dad while I wasn't paying attention, did you?"

He smirked: "What is it?"

(End of this chapter)