Newly married wrong love, blaming ex-wife

Chapter 105: It's Free to Eat
He also saw people just now, but where did he come from eating like a pig?
"I will not eat."

Mu Tianen opened his eyes calmly, the eyeballs are gray all over, but the whites of the eyes are a bit blue, this is a very strange pupil color, even Mu Tianqing doesn't have it, it is said that it is inherited from the Mu family Ancestors, Mu Tianen may be a bit anti-ancestor, that's why he got such a kind of pupil color.

When looking at people, I always feel that there is some mist here, faint and strange.

She puts her hands on her stomach.

"I still have to go to the sea, and it's free to eat."

Ling Ze seemed to be choking on something. At that moment, the tumbling in his stomach seemed to continue again. I don't know if it was because he listened to Mu Tianen's words, or because he ate too much just now.

"Oh..." The smile on Ling Ze's face turned cold again, "If you don't tell me, I'll forget about it?"

"Mu Tianen, you should also go to sea."

Mu Tianen clenched his hands together and tightened suddenly.

No one knew that at this time, her back was already covered in sweat.

There is a fear that comes from this.

She endured the pain of being on the verge of death almost every day.

Ling Ze really hated her and used the most terrifying and most destructive method. He not only ruined her body, but also ruined her mind.

Mu Tianen was always thinking that maybe one day, when she really died, maybe in her next life, she wouldn't want to be a human anymore, it would be fine to be anything, and she would never be a human again.

It's too hard to be a human being.

She turned around and walked into that bathroom.

Standing in front of the bathtub, she firmly grasped her clothes with her fingers, grasped them vigorously, and pulled desperately, which also pulled out the wrinkle and deformation of that piece of fabric.

Ling Ze rolled up his sleeves, pulled up Mu Tianen's collar, and pushed her into the water.

Mu Tianen instinctively jumped in the water. She opened her eyes and held her breath hard, but that hand never let her go, until she couldn't hold her breath, until she wanted to call for help, until A series of blisters formed on the surface of the water, until the water squeezed her body, until she was choked again, and the water almost exploded her lungs.

And at this moment, she was actually thinking, would it be better if she died like this, or she would just die, she didn't want to persist anymore, it was too tiring to persist like this.

Gradually, she didn't want to struggle anymore, she seemed to be able to see Mu Tianqing's photos that were pasted all over the wall, and her distorted smile due to the refraction of the water.

Suddenly, she was lifted out of the water...

It was also thrown to the ground by someone, and this fall happened to be that her abdomen hit the ground first, spitting out some of the water in her abdomen.

Mu Tianen opened his eyes.

Finally, there was a miserable smile from the corners of the colorless lips.

Is this the so-called not being able to survive and not being able to die?

She was still lying there, still coughing painfully, and every time she coughed, a lot of water would come out.

Ling Ze took a towel from one side and wiped his hands clean, then threw the towel on Mu Tianen's body, and then walked out.

He went to the table and sat down again, and picked up the chopsticks, but when he ate them into his mouth, he couldn't swallow them.

He threw the chopsticks on the table, clutching his stomach, and walked into the room. He suffered from the stomach pain all morning, and it seemed to hurt even more with this anger.

He opened the door, walked in, and then with a bang, separated two worlds.

There is no heaven, only hell,
Some people go close, while others go far, it's just a matter of who can get closer.

Mu Tianen came out of the bathroom. She clutched her stomach, bent her knees, then knelt on the ground until she stood up again, and then moved to the kitchen step by step.

There is still a pot on the stove, which is simmering on a low heat.

When the pot was opened, the soup inside was gurgling.

The best soup is made in this way. Slowly simmer the fire little by little to preserve the best umami flavor of the ingredients. In addition to time, what is needed is hard work.

When the heart is used, the soup will be fine, but if the heart is not used, the heat will be poor, and the soup will lose its taste.

If [-]% of the water is lost, the taste will change a lot.

She covered the pot again, and filled a bowl of porridge for herself. She picked up the bowl, her hands trembling slightly, then lowered her head, and drank the bowl of porridge one mouthful at a time.

White porridge has no taste, but it is the best thing for people with damaged spleen and stomach.

If she wanted to live a few more years, she would eat more.

His stomach growled again, and Mu Tianen looked back at the dishes in the living room.

She came out and brought back dishes one by one.

Ling Ze doesn't eat leftovers, so these dishes can only end up in the trash.

Mu Tianen picked up the chopsticks, used a bowl of porridge, and ate all the dishes on the table. She was very hungry, she was very hungry, very hungry, she was extremely hungry, she just wanted to Want to eat, want to eat a lot of things.

And after eating these things, she finally lost that feeling of empty stomach, but she felt an uncomfortable nausea.

She wanted to suppress those discomforts, but in the end she found that she was a little powerless.

"vomit……"

She was lying on the ground, almost wanting to vomit out everything in her stomach, and when there was nothing to vomit, only water would be vomited out.

Until the end, when she had nothing to vomit, she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

She lay on the ground directly, feeling pain, pain, discomfort, and even more grievances, but she didn't even shed a single tear anymore. She said her tears were worthless, so she still shed do what?
She opened her eyes again, she was still lying on the ground, she knew very well that in this place, no one could help her, and no one would help her.

Either sleep here to death, or stand up, she will live.

She pushed hard against the wall on one side, stood up slowly, and walked out step by step.

She still remembered that the fire in the kitchen was not turned off, and she didn't want to blow up here, how many more lives would be in her hands, and what she might be waiting for would not be as simple as destroying bones and ashes.

In the kitchen, the fire was still on, and the five or six hours of soup was slowly simmering, and the smell was slowly coming out. When she opened the pot, she seemed to have smelled the smell in her memory.

This is that old hen soup.

Very authentic taste.

It may not be as delicious as some people's, but for some people, it is their favorite.

She walked to the side and sat up, her stomach ached from vomiting, she didn't even have anything, and she didn't dare to eat, for fear that if she really ate it, she might vomit again.

(End of this chapter)