Wife in a flash marriage: Mr. President, please divorce

Chapter 789 I'm Useless
In the end, Ye Tingchen didn't say a word.

She waited for a long time, thinking that Ye Tingchen would come to ask to open the door, or go to find Sister Yang, but there was no movement at all.

Where did people go?
Feeling suspicious, she opened a crack in the door and found that the door was empty.

Went to the restaurant?

kitchen?

bathroom?
Finally, I slipped around and found no one. When I came back again, I found one lying on the bed.

"Where did you just go?"

"Take a shower, otherwise how will you sleep?"

"Then why didn't I see you when I went to the bathroom?"

"When you went to the kitchen, I saw you. What, are you hungry? Do you need me to make you a supper?" Ye Tingchen asked seriously.

Le Yan'er was choked and couldn't say a word, and finally said: "I'm going to take a bath, it's okay!"

She took this bath for a long time, because she didn't know how to face Ye Tingchen when she returned to her room.

Want to sleep together?
What a joke, she still can't do it if she sleeps together with such a big knot in her heart.

She struggled for half an hour before going back, only to find that the floor had been paved and Ye Tingchen was already lying on it.

"I know you don't want to sleep with me, it's getting late, go to bed early."

Le Yan'er couldn't say the words he had originally thought up, and he was so conscious that he seemed embarrassed.

She pursed the corners of her lips, her little face was flushed from taking a bath, and she didn't know if it was from embarrassment or from being too hot.

She tiptoed into bed and said in a muffled voice, "Good night."

After speaking, the lights were turned off.

The two of them were instantly shrouded in darkness. The bright moonlight projected from the window, like a layer of silver frost, shone on the ground, and Le Yan'er could clearly see the outline of the man.

I remember that when he was just married, he liked to sleep on his back, but later they slept together, and she always felt that his embrace was safe, warm, and smelled very good, like the cool breath of melting snow generally.

She was like a kitten, curled up in his arms, and he was very used to wrapping her arms around her, with one hand on the pillow, and gently resting his chin on her hair.

At this moment, he was leaning sideways towards her, and she could only see a little bit of his side face.

He has closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering slightly, casting a fine shadow.

His floor was next to the bed, and the moonlight disappeared when it hit the bed legs. His shadow was right on the floor next to the bed, and he could touch it with a light hook of his fingers.

He was breathing evenly, as if he had fallen asleep.

She stretched out her hand tremblingly, not knowing why, just wanted to touch him well.

If she dare not touch the real person, then she can always touch the shadow.

Sometimes, women are always awkward and can't figure out their feelings, so they will choose the ostrich way. Now Le Yan'er is like this, unwilling to face it, and reluctant to recommend Ye Tingchen. During the days with him in Los Angeles, It happened to be her dream life again.

So, deliberately put on a straight face, obviously his heart has been melted, but still pretended to be angry, because he was reluctant to leave.

Actually speaking...

She didn't know why she was angry, she just blamed this man.

I still complain until now, but I can't speak out about the divorce in anger.

Because ah...

If I push Ye Tingchen away, will I still meet a man who loves and spoils me so much?
I'm afraid I can't find it anymore!
As she thought about it, she stretched out her fingers and tapped on the shadow's eyelashes, with a smirk on her face.

The finger slowly slid down, across the high bridge of the nose, then to the lips, and finally to his Adam's apple.

She had an illusion, as if she had molested Ye Tingchen, but he didn't know it.

But before she had time to chuckle for a while, she didn't expect her naughty little hand to be caught.

She was startled and wanted to withdraw her hand, but he squeezed her tighter.

Ye Tingchen closed his eyes, but his big hands were full of strength.

"If you want to touch it, just say it, it's not that you can't touch it." After speaking, he put Le Yan'er's little hand in his arms.

Le Yan'er's face turned red, but fortunately she couldn't see it in the dark, when she was thinking about leaving, she unexpectedly touched a wound.

The scars have grown new flesh, but the flesh is wrinkled.

This is a gunshot wound, see the position of the shoulder above the left chest.

Her hand instantly quieted down, and the temperature in her palm also disappeared little by little.

She moved her hands tremblingly, and found that there was also a gunshot wound on her right shoulder, as well as a wound on her chest, new and old were superimposed, and the body was full of scars.

She immediately started to play, opened it and waited, before she even had time to put on her shoes, she nervously lifted his quilt to take off his clothes.

"If you are like this, I will mistakenly think that your overlord is going to force your bow." Ye Tingchen stopped, and said with a smile: "Don't look, everything is already done."

These words made Le Yan'er's eye sockets moist, and her eyes instantly turned into little rabbits.

She stared at him for a moment, and asked, "What can you call it? Besides the front, is there anything below the back?"

"There is a place on the thigh."

Ye Tingchen has rarely suffered gunshot wounds these years, only one on her chest, but after a long time, the scars are very shallow, and coupled with Ye Tingchen's understatement when she was young, she can't feel how serious the gunshot wound is. danger.

But now, these wounds are still hideous, with new pink flesh, stinging in the eyes.

"The back...is fine."

When he mentioned his back, he hesitated for a moment, but Le Yan'er immediately sensed something was wrong, pulled his shoulder away forcefully, and saw a large wound.

That explosion, the drop of the chandelier, Ye Tingchen blocked everything.

The large wrinkled and bright red skin was burned by the flames of the explosion.

Le Yan'er's tears fell down drop by drop.

At this moment, a pair of big hands silently covered her eyes.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, and I earned your tears. It's my fault."

These words, warm as the spring breeze, wafted in his ears with a slight smile, causing Le Yan'er to close her eyes in pain, and crystal clear tears dripped down so hotly.

She wanted to cry out, but her throat was painfully blocked, like thousands of sharp thorns.

She clutched the quilt tightly with both hands, knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing her tears, Ye Tingchen was heartbroken, and stepped forward to hug her into his arms: "No matter how much I have been hurt, I am still standing in front of you safely. Isn't that all right? Don't be sad, Silly girl."

"This injury...how long did it take to heal?" she asked whimpering.

"I woke up in a month. The doctor praised me for my strong sense of survival. I saved myself. In fact, I dreamed of you, and you saved me."

"It's not me...it's not me...I can't do anything, I'm useless..."

Le Yan'er shook her head desperately, the pain was like an ocean, drowning her.

She is really useless.

Nothing can be done.

She is really not worthy of Ye Tingchen, not suitable to be by her side!

When Ye Tingchen heard this, his voice became a little more serious: "If it wasn't for you, I should be dead now!"

The words are sonorous and powerful, so resounding.

He pulled her into his arms hard, hugging her so hard, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

She burst into tears, crying out of breath.

She didn't know how long she had been crying. Once some things happened, it was hard to mind.

She is blaming herself now.

(End of this chapter)