After the divorce: the president can't hold back the young grandmother

Chapter 295 Chapter 295 She let the man hold her for a while, her voice trembling slightly: You are strangling me~
"I'm indeed crazy!" Fu Huaijin sneered suddenly.

His eye sockets were extremely red, and his phoenix pupils concealed a ferocious hostility.
"It's because you're crazy that you humblely ask a heartless woman like you to say happy birthday to me."

Paused, suddenly roared angrily,
"Say it. I'll let you say it, say happy birthday to me, eh? Be good, just say one sentence, one sentence is enough."

Sheng Chaomu was frightened by his mad appearance.

Her body was squeezed by the man, and her feet were almost off the ground. The suspension of her body deepened her fear of the man in front of her.

Her pupils suddenly dilated a little, and because of the unstoppable trembling all over her body, even her voice trembled a little.
"Birth... happy birthday... happy."

The words fall.

Her dangling body was dragged back by the man in the next moment, and she was slapped and carried back to the room by the man.

The warmth in the room seemed to have dispelled the chill on her body, but she was still trembling violently because of the previous fear.

After the man carried her back to the big bed in the owner's bedroom, he went to make her a cup of hot milk, and then fed it to her mouth. He looked so pampered, "Hey, drink the milk, so you can sleep well. Sleep."

Sheng Chaomu was like a puppet without a soul. After drinking the milk, he stared blankly at the man in front of him who was half kneeling in front of the bed and staring at her for a moment.

For some reason, there was a thick layer of water vapor in his reddened eyes, like tears, but it wasn't.

He took her hand, dragged it to his lips and kissed it carefully, as if he felt very guilty and blamed himself:
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so fierce to you, let alone scare you so much. But... I can't help it, you make me helpless, Amu, can you show some sincerity to me?"

Sheng Chaomu, who tried to calm down, has regained his senses.

She was sure that Fu Huaijin must have a little-known mental illness.

She knew that she couldn't confront him head-on at this time, otherwise she would be the one who suffered the most.

Thinking of this, she raised her hand to touch his thick black eyebrows.

After smoothing his frowned brows, she spoke in a cool tone:
"Fu Huaijin, sincerity is relative. If you treat me well, I will treat you well, and I will treat you with my heart."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man held her hand excitedly, with blood hidden in his red eyes, he asked coldly:
"Am I bad to you?"

Sheng Chaomu looked into his eyes seriously:

"You don't treat me well at all. You threaten me, hurt me, put me under house arrest, and even allow other women to trample on me...I can't think of a single thing you treat me well..."

"No, it's not me. How could I hurt my Amu like this?" The man interrupted her emotionally.

At this moment, he knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, holding her face in trembling hands,
"You are my Amu, I will not hurt my Amu..."

Sheng Chaomu frowned, "What's wrong with you?"

"Why are your hands so cold, Amu? I'll warm you up."

The man couldn't hear what she was saying at all, but he just opened his shirt and put her cold hands on his heart.

After warming her hands, he went to warm her feet; after warming her feet, he hugged her tightly in his arms.

Sheng Chaomu let him hug her, and she didn't know how long it took until his disordered breathing gradually calmed down, and she opened her mouth to say:

"Ajin, you're strangling me."

After the words fell, the whole body of the man hugging her seemed to tremble. After a while, he let her go.

At this time, the redness in his eyes had faded, and what was left was the silence like gurgling water.

He looked at her deeply with his phoenix eyes, and after a while, he slowly asked, "What did you call me?"

Sheng Chaomu guessed that he should have returned to normal, so he answered irrelevantly: "Have you seen a psychiatrist in this situation?"

Fu Huaijin's throat twitched twice, "I haven't had an attack for a long time."

Sheng Chaomu pursed his lips and asked, "Is it dissociative personality disorder?"

Fu Huaijin has already raised his body, he hasn't taken a shower yet, he doesn't like to go to his bed without taking a shower.

After he stood up, he said condescendingly to Sheng Chaomu who was on the bed: "I'm going to take a shower, talk later."

Fu Huaijin turned on cold water, and the cold water sprayed on his unkempt head completely woke up his drowsy consciousness.

He hasn't been ill for a long time.

This attack was so overwhelming that he couldn't control it.

It seems that it is indeed time to see Laura's psychiatrist.

After Fu Huaijin came out of the shower, Sheng Chaomu, who had completely calmed down, handed the brewed hangover tea in front of him.
"You should have drunk a lot at night, drink some hangover tea, I went downstairs to make it myself."

Fu Huaijin took the tea from her hand, tasted it, and it tasted really good.

After he drank the hangover tea, he walked over to the sofa.

The dark black nightgown made him exude an unattainable aura of indifference, and the slightly long black hair was still dripping with water.

Sheng Chaomu took the hair dryer and walked over. After plugging in the power, he began to dry his hair.

The soft warm wind blowing over his scalp, and the woman's soft fingers passing through his hair made Fu Huaijin, who had never felt such tenderness for a long time, froze, and his heart was so damp.

(End of this chapter)