The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 100
"Of course it's true!" I said, "I'd rather help you get him out! Don't you know that?"

"Oh." He smiled a little mysteriously, and said, "My wife, you are so kind, I am so touched." Then, he raised his hand, took a deep breath on the filter of the cigarette, and sprayed it skillfully from his nose. A thick fog.

I fell to the ground.

He put away that cute expression and started laughing, as if the whole world had failed him.

I was so scared by his laughter that I wanted to turn around and run away, but he grabbed my waist.I wanted to shirk, but he hugged me tightly.I had to give in.

I smelled no alcohol on him, but a faint whiff of tobacco.I have also smelled the smell of smoke a lot, and every time I feel very stinky, but this smell is different.This couldn't help but make my heart tense, I turned my head and sniffed his mouth vigorously with my nose, but I didn't smell anything.

His eyes flicked over, probably thinking that I was going to kiss him, and he kissed me on the edge of my mouth.

I pushed his face away, opened his pocket, and took out a cigarette, which indeed looked like an ordinary cigarette.I put it on the tip of my nose and sniffed it, the smell is no different from cigarettes.

He glanced at me and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Open your mouth." I squeezed his jaw.

Probably because I seldom give him such ferocious orders, he opened his mouth.

I leaned over and sniffed it carefully.A smoked mouth stinks, but I'm sure I smell a fresh scent in his mouth.

He glanced at me with his eyes, looking a little strange.

I let go, pulled out a cigarette, and asked, "Are you on drugs?"

As if he heard some joke, he took the cigarette from my hand and sucked it into his mouth: "Not only do I take drugs, but I also eat human flesh."

"I'm serious!" I snatched the cigarette from his hand and shouted angrily, "Is this marijuana?"

The expression on his face froze and he didn't speak.

I got up, found my phone on the bed, and called Fan's father.It took him a long time to pick up and said, "Is there something wrong?"

"Dad, tell me the truth," I asked, "Has Yinyin ever taken drugs?"

"What kind of talk is this!" Fan's father immediately said, "He definitely doesn't have any!"

"What about the second personality?"

"That's even more impossible. How old is he? How can he know how to take drugs?" He asked, "What happened?"

"I want you to come over to my house now." I said, "I suspect he's using marijuana."

Fan's father was silent for a while, and said, "Son, do you know marijuana?"

"It's written in the book." I said, "The cigarettes he smokes look fine, not like marijuana, but I think it smells like it."

Fan's father actually laughed: "You must have made a mistake. Yinyin hates other people taking drugs, and she will never touch it."

What kind of father is this!

"Can't you come?"

"It's really okay, you must have misunderstood him." Fan's father seemed to not believe me at all: "My family's sound is not good at all, but I can be sure of one thing, he will never touch drugs. You may put The smell of perfume on his body is mistaken for marijuana, don't be too..."

Just as he was speaking, my mobile phone was taken away suddenly and I pressed the power off button.

It is a multi-tone.

He frowned and said, "Who told you to tell my dad?"

"Then tell me, is the cigarette you smoke marijuana?" I just think it is!He is talking so much today because he smoked marijuana: "How long have you been smoking?"

He didn't answer, just put my mobile phone in his pocket, tilted his head and said, "Don't tell my dad."

That is the default!

"No wonder you have a split personality and are neurotic all day long! Can a drug addict be mentally normal!" This kind of thing can cause hallucinations and addiction in mild cases, and may cause schizophrenia in severe cases!Is this guy tired of living?
He glanced at me expressionlessly, and asked coolly, "It's related to you?"

"Of course it has to do with me, the body belongs to my husband!" I can't let him destroy it casually.

He snorted coldly, like a young boy who refuses to admit his mistakes after causing trouble.

"Give me one of your cigarettes." I held out my hand and said, "If I made a mistake, then I will apologize to you."

He turned his face away and didn't move.

This unscrupulous expression irritated me, and I couldn't help but raised my hand and slapped him hard.He froze for a moment, turned his head with a stiff neck, and looked at me blankly.

"Give me one." I rolled up my sleeves and said, "Otherwise you will die or I will die today!"

He didn't speak, as if he was stunned by me, he silently took out the cigarette case, opened it and handed it to me.

I smoked one and said, "Who knows more about drugs?"

"Me." He said blankly.

"I don't want you!" I thought of it, and pulled his arm: "Give me back the phone, I'll call Mr. Fei."

He doesn't move.

OK, honestly, that might be the case?

I pinched the wound on his arm hard, he shivered in pain, and I walked out of the phone.

I ran away as soon as I got the phone, rushed all the way into the bathroom, was looking through the phone book to find Mr. Fei's number, when the door was knocked again.I ignored it and heard him yelling outside the door: "Don't call him!"

I ignore him.

He kicked open the door with a bang, rushed in and grabbed my wrist: "He'll tell my dad!"

"I won't tell him!" I clenched my phone tightly, trying to lift it up to prevent him from reaching it: "I will lie!"

"Who can you fool?" he said, eyes widening.

"Then who do I call!"

"That's marijuana!" He snapped my wrist hard, and the phone slipped from my hand into his palm, and he slammed it against the wall.

Seeing that the phone was not broken, I still wanted to pick it up, but he grabbed my hair and asked through gritted teeth, "What does my business have to do with you?"

There was severe pain in my scalp, and I couldn't help grinning: "It's okay, why are you holding me like that?"

He stared at me fiercely for a while, then let go bitterly.

I supported my aching scalp and asked, "How to quit marijuana?"

He ignored me and turned to go out.

I hurriedly rummaged through the boxes and cabinets and found a small dagger.When I took it out, I found that Fanyin was standing at the door of the bathroom, frowning and staring at me.

I drew out the small dagger, put it on my neck, and said, "You don't want to quit, do you?"

He leaned against the door frame with an annoyed look on his face.

"Speak!" I really thought: "If you don't quit, I won't live anymore! My husband is not only a lunatic, but also takes drugs! How can you cure your illness if you smoke marijuana? How can I have a baby? How are you doing!"

"Okay." He glanced at me: "Stop yelling, shrew."

"you……"

"It's not mine!" He gouged out his eyes vigorously: "Put down the knife."

"What's not yours?" I didn't understand.

"That pack of cigarettes is not mine." He said coldly, "Put down the knife."

Lie to me again!
"The cigarette case is obviously what you use every day!"

"I don't smoke marijuana!" He stared over, his face was frosty, his eyes were burning with anger: "Put down the knife! Or I'll cut it for you!"

I was stunned by him again, so I had to put down the knife.

He was still not satisfied, so he ordered in a deep voice, "Throw it to the ground and kick it over."

I just had to do it.He picked up the knife, touched the sharp blade, and was about to leave.

"Hello!" You don't understand people's words, do you?
"Don't be desperate!" He turned his head suddenly and stared: "Are you noisy?"

it is good.

I walked towards the door, but he blocked the door frame with his hand.

"I don't care." I said, "You can do whatever you like! If you want to die, go! The dog bites Lu Dongbin!"

He turned his face to the side with a dangerous look: "I'm a dog?"

"Stop insulting the dog!"

He smiled and said, "I'll find out who changed my cigarette."

I gouged him out.

"Angry?" He raised his eyebrows; "Are you entitled to be angry?"

"Yes!" I was just angry: "I have no right to be angry, so I applaud! Congratulations on taking drugs! Well done! Die early!"

He laughed again, put his arm around my waist, stroked it, and said, "Okay, don't curse me anymore."

I still want to tell him: "How could your cigarette be replaced by someone else?"

"If you know it, you won't be replaced." He leaned his head on my shoulder, and pressed his lips against my neck.

"Then can you quit?"

"It's just a few cigarettes." His hand slid down and squeezed: "Don't worry."

I grabbed his wrist and said, "Find out and tell me."

He laughed.

I was irritated again: "Did you hear that!"

"What's so fierce? Kid." He raised his head abruptly, with his face approaching, he stared into my eyes and asked, "What if it's that idiot?"

"He's not an idiot."

"Listen to the key points."

"The point is he's not an idiot!" I emphasized. "And he certainly wouldn't do that!"

He showed a weird and perverted smile: "What if it is? Cigarettes are close to me. If you want to keep the cigarette case and only change the cigarettes inside, it will be difficult even for you."

"It could also be Butler Lin." I said, "He packs your clothes every day."

"No." He smiled slightly: "I insist that you are an idiot."

"why?"

"Because marijuana makes people talk too much, and if you talk too much, you will lose it." He narrowed his eyes, put his forehead against mine, and patted my face with his palm: "Do you think I said a lot to you just now? And Drugs can destroy my spirit, but he is an idiot, he doesn't understand, drugs will destroy him too. Maybe there will be a third person to compete with him."

I shrank my neck and said, "Be fair, don't smear my husband all the time."

He didn't speak, but still stared at me, staring straight at me.

Is it really Britney?

No, I can't be seduced by him, not to mention that Little Sweetheart is kind and aloof from the world, even if he has such thoughts, he doesn't have access to marijuana, and neither does that idiot.

So I said, "Don't..."

He suddenly burst out laughing, pressed my head hard with his hand, turned and left.But he quickly turned around, spread his hands and asked, "What's going on?"

(End of this chapter)