my mysterious boyfriend

Chapter 138 I Don't Like Some Irrelevant Men Touching Me, Please Forgive
I saw that the scene was almost finished, and I could add a close-up to the perfect ending, so I held back my tears and lowered my voice, pretending to pull back my injured hand, pretending to be tired and saying: "Mr. Yu, forget it. Mr. Zhao didn't do it on purpose. Let me see that the wound is not too big. My rough skin is fine. I'll go home and get some disinfectant to treat it. You should take Mr. Zhao with you. Let's go to the hospital to have a look."

I say this because I know Yu Minghui well. Even if he doesn't love me, he can distinguish between priorities. He will definitely not bear me to go home with such a bleeding gash and deal with it by himself. He will definitely insist on taking me to the hospital. After all, he felt that a stab wound would require a tetanus shot.

So what if I don't want to have more contact with Yu Minghui, even if I don't want Yu Minghui's sympathetic care, so what, she Zhao Xiaoning thought, she Zhao Xiaoning cares, didn't she keep saying that I came to steal her things, since She never forgets and always reminds me to grab it, so I will naturally grab it in front of her. I will grab whatever rare or rare she wants, even if I snatch it and throw it to the dog, it is better than staying Give her Zhao Xiaoning!
Isn't she Zhao Xiaoning black-bellied and sinister?In terms of black belly and insidiousness, I am not bad!

But I don't blame this black-bellied and insidious self at all, after all, the sluts are getting their noses in the face, so I don't need to get used to it!Otherwise, she really thinks that everyone in the world is her mother, and the whole world will make way for her perverted little love!
As I expected, Yu Minghui frowned even tighter, he pressed my wound desperately, stared at me, and said almost indisputably: "No, go to the hospital."

After finishing speaking, Yu Minghui didn't even look at Zhao Xiaoning. He pressed my arm while pulling me forcefully, and brought me back to his office on the 32nd floor.

He frowned deeply, and said, "Lin Sisi, hold the wound first, I'll find some gauze Yunnan Baiyao, stop the bleeding first, and then go to the hospital."

Even though Zhao Xiaoning is no longer on the scene, and I don't need to act anymore, but I have to occupy Yu Minghui's time tonight, so that he has no time to pay attention to that slut downstairs with unrighteous views, so I did it for the first time. He said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Yu."

Probably because my tone was not as hard and cold as usual, Yu Minghui was slightly taken aback, he quickly returned to normal, dug out Yunnan Baiyao and gauze from the medicine box, he squatted in front of me naturally, Before he sprinkled Yunnan Baiyao on my wound, he said, "Why do I still not know how to take care of myself? Why is it so easy to hurt here and there?"

What he said seemed to be casual, but with an ambiguous meaning, it just dragged me back to the winter of that year. I was pushed and pulled by Ding Zhanbo and hurt my knee. When he saw my wound, he blamed me for not Knowing how to take care of myself blamed me for getting hurt easily. He said that he couldn’t really feel at ease if he was far away from me. He said he wanted to tie me with a rope. He said that it’s okay if I don’t know how to take care of myself. I have said so many seemingly sincere words, but why, why, I found out the fact that he doesn't love me in a blink of an eye.

The flood of memories made me uncomfortable, and I suddenly hated his tenderness so much at this moment. I withdrew my hand and regained my indifference, and said, "Mr. Yu, I can handle the wound myself. Take me to get a tetanus shot, after all, this is considered a work-related injury."

But Yu Minghui was stubborn, he put my arm around his thigh and said, "Don't move around!"

His voice is not too high, but it has an undeniable intimidating power. Unfortunately, I am no longer the 21-year-old girl who has never seen a big scene. I slow down my speech, polite but distant and indifferent. Said: "Mr. Yu, I said I'll come by myself. Men and women can't kiss each other. I don't like some irrelevant men touching me. Please forgive me."

Yu Minghui's hand holding my arm froze for more than ten seconds. He didn't make a sound, and slowly let go of my hand, but still carefully sprinkled Yunnan Baiyao on my wound. After the bleeding stopped, he Wrapped the gauze again and again.

After doing all this, he seemed to distance ourselves intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "Let's go to the hospital."

It was almost ten o'clock when I came out of the hospital.

Unlike the bad weather of drizzling last night, this day in the night sky of Shenzhen, for the first time, I can see some lonely stars. I still yearn for and covet beautiful things, so I took a second look.

After reading it, I stood two meters away from Yu Minghui, and I said politely and without nourishment: "Thank you, Mr. Yu, for taking me to the hospital for an injection. I will go back first."

I was about to leave when Yu Minghui suddenly came forward, he grabbed my wrist, and said in an unusually tired voice, "Lin Sisi, I want to have a good chat with you."

I shook his hand desperately, trying to get rid of it, but he held it firmly. He stared at me stubbornly: "I really have something to tell you. It won't take up a lot of your time, I just need Some answers."

After finishing speaking, he quickly opened the car door, stuffed me in and closed the door, and then quickly went around and got into the driver's cab. Yu Minghui quickly started the car. On the East Lake Huanshan Road.

He rolled down the car window and turned on a dim car light. He pursed his lips and remained silent for nearly 5 minutes before slowly opening his mouth and saying, "Lin Sisi, I want to ask, have you ever Regret leaving me?"

I think I have done a lot of things that I regret most of my life.

For example, I regret that I thought I loved Ding Zhanbo when I was young and frivolous, I regret that I went to the suburbs with him to set off fireworks in the middle of the night, I regret that my temporary greed and puppy love indirectly ruined the peaceful life of all my family members, I regret I met Yu Minghui, I regretted that I fell in love with him hopelessly, I regretted that I would beg for life in a nightclub in Dongguan, and I regretted that I met him again.Look, I regret so many things that I can't even count them, but the only thing I don't regret is that I left him so resolutely and cleanly that year.

This allows me to pick up half of my dignity and live a new world of my own. Even if I almost paid the price of my life for this new world, I still feel that this kind of life is worthwhile, not because I am ignorant Living ignorantly but without dignity by his side, blinded by the so-called beautiful love, enjoying the gentle trap he built for me with cruel redemption.

But now, look at how calm, rational and calm I am, I know that this man and I will never return to the day when we seem to be revealing each other, and it is not suitable for us to talk about the past, so I simply said concisely and indifferently: "Never No."

Following my words, Yu Minghui's eyebrows were completely twisted together, his hands were suddenly twisted together for some reason, and he said: "Okay, the second question. Xiao Huihui, whose is it?" A child? From my personal judgment, Xiao Huihui is not Ding Zhanbo's, otherwise it is impossible for you not to get married."

A casual smile curled up on the corner of my mouth: "It doesn't matter who owns it, it's not yours anyway."

Suddenly, Yu Minghui's pupils dilated, he was staring at my face, his voice suddenly raised eight degrees: "It's not mine? It's not mine. Why did you name him Xiao Huihui? You want to give your child a name that makes me misunderstand! Lin Sisi, why do you choose a name that makes me dream about it!"

I thought that since he already asked tonight, I might as well let him die, and stop focusing on Xiao Huihui in the future, and run to snatch the child from me instead.

So I said loudly, "It's wrong, Mr. Yu. My child's scientific name is Lynn. As for why I gave him the nickname Xiao Huihui, it's all because he often made his nose ashes when he was young." , I got up casually. This has nothing to do with you. Don't play with your own associations. Although I have lived half my life in a daze, I can still tell whether the child is not yours or yours. You don't want to I think too highly of your importance in my Lin Sisi's life, you are not that important to me. If all your unconventional actions during this period are to clear up your sense of existence, then Yu Minghui, I hope you come to That's it. Otherwise, I will really consider Chen Daowei's suggestion and take you to court for sexual harassment."

After a pause, I changed the subject: "And Yu Minghui, I respectfully call you Mr. Yu, and I also hope that you will abide by what your boss should abide by, stop wantonly interfering in my private life, and give me the most basic respect. If Mr. Yu really thinks about the old relationship we had together, then I hope that whether it is the matter of me being drugged last night, or the matter of Mr. Zhao helping me find trouble tonight, Quncheng and Mr. Yu can give me an answer. Satisfied with a fair answer. That's all I have to say, open the door, I must go back."

I said so much, I thought Yu Minghui would understand, he would open the door and let me roll out of the car, and drive away in a cool way, but he didn't.

He pursed his lips and stared at me, which was different from the silent stares before. This time, his eyes were full of powerful and aggressive scorching heat, as if he was going to push me into a corner and suffocate me. The corner of his mouth twitched slowly, and he bit each word slowly, asking: "Lin Sisi, have you ever loved me?"

So what if you have loved, so what if you haven't loved?The so-called love story between me and him that didn’t have a happy ending is just an obscure chapter in my life. Since these things have disappeared like passing clouds, they are irreparable, and they can only become those in my memory that occasionally make me jealous. Colds and colds that come and go in a hurry, so why should I give an answer from my heart when he is stubbornly pursuing an answer that is so insignificant that it is worthless?
So, I smiled brightly, but my tone was full of cruelty and indifference: "Not for a second, I'm really sorry."

As if to accompany me, as soon as my voice fell, my mobile phone screamed sharply. In this quiet night, Eason Chan's fresh and elegant "Bitter Melon" was also very abrupt. I hurriedly dug out the The phone glanced.

On the caller ID, Ding Zhanbo's name was displayed.

(End of this chapter)