The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 38 I'm Married
He raised his eyebrows: "Not convinced?"

"Convince."

"If you are not convinced, you can speak up." He said leisurely: "People who give opinions are easy to gain respect."

"Of course I'm not convinced!" This is what he asked me to say straight: "If you want to blame it, you can also blame the garbage collector, or you can blame God for blowing you this gust of wind. I don't have the subjective will to kill a dog. Why do I want to kill the dog?" Throw me somewhere like that!"

He squinted at me: "So you don't know what's wrong yet."

"I know I was wrong!" Just like that, how can people who give opinions be easily respected?

He flashed a smile: "Then what are you talking about?"

Rogue logic!He did it on purpose, and I couldn't help being anxious: "That's because..."

"Okay," he sternly said, "Let's get down to business."

"..." I haven't reacted yet.

He asked, "Who's here this afternoon?"

"Your fiancee."

He frowned: "Are you crazy?"

"She said that the two of you are dating on the premise of getting married. Doesn't it translate to fiancee?" Although I decided not to care about this, whoever wants to jump into this fire pit, but Pu Tao's "notification" attitude is really dissatisfied. .

He leaned back in his chair, put the cigarette in his mouth, struck the match, squinted and lit it.He looked intoxicated while inhaling, almost like an addict.

I asked, "Can I ask a question?"

"Take it up."

"Is she really your fiancee?"

"I'm married, stupid pig." He gouged me out.

I actually felt a bit of cheap relief: "Then what she said is all false?"

"real."

"..." I couldn't understand.

"Divorce you before holding the engagement banquet, and then you can call her your fiancee." He looked over with a smile: "So cherish the present."

I hurriedly asked, "Then when will you get engaged?"

His eyes narrowed: "What?"

"I'm..." I tried my best to express a happy expression: "I'm so excited."

He tilted his head to look at me, sneering silently.

I felt uncomfortable from his laughter, so I said: "If there is nothing else, I will wash the sheets."

He frowned: "Didn't you clean the room?"

"Yes." I said hastily, "But the person in the laundry room insisted that I should wash the things I went to."

He pouted.

"Isn't that against the rules?"

"Hey." He showed a big smirk: "My rule is that the house should be clean, you can't eat and live for free. How to distribute has nothing to do with me."

"Oh."

"Stupid pig." He glared at me, pouted towards the bed and said, "Go."

I went back to the laundry room and turned on the washer to find my sheets were gone!
The little maid from before was still on duty in the laundry room. I hurried over to ask him, but he shook his head: "I don't know."

"You were sitting here when I put the sheets in. How could you not know?"

"I just don't know." He squinted his eyes: "If you sent the bed sheet, then take the handover ticket! If you can't get it out, it means you didn't send it."

"Obviously you are the one who refuses to invoice me, and you want me to take the sheets and wash them myself!"

"What about the evidence? If there is no evidence, please don't talk nonsense!"

We were at a stalemate, so we had to call Uncle Lin.That young man has a very slippery mouth, and I don't want to grab words, so I'm at a disadvantage.

After hearing what he said, Uncle Lin turned to me and asked, "Do you have a handover ticket?"

"I'm because..."

"I'm asking if you have handed over the ticket." Uncle Lin interrupted me.

"No."

"Then pay it." He said, "You go to the accountant to calculate the loss."

Uncle Lin turned around and went out. I quickly followed up and explained the matter. Uncle Lin finally finished listening this time, but said: "Then you still have to pay."

"But he made things difficult for me first."

"When he made things difficult for you, why didn't you come to me?" He said, "Now that you have nothing and no handover ticket, what do you have to prove yourself?"

"Can't I check the surveillance?"

"Mr. Fan must personally allow the monitoring." Uncle Lin lowered his voice, "Those sheets are not expensive, but Mr. likes them very much. Thinking about Tom, I advise you not to alarm Mr., and learn more next time." Bar."

Even if I wanted to find Fanyin to monitor it, I couldn't do it, because he left after saying those few words to me, and didn't come back until night.

I was so angry that I couldn't sleep, but I couldn't think of a good way.I've searched everywhere near the laundry room before bed and can't find where the sheets are.The house is too big, even if it doesn't move, I have to find a place for at least four or five days.But the person who steals the bed sheets will definitely keep moving, and I only have two or three hours of rest a day, so I must not find it.

But since Fanyin liked it so much, he would definitely ask.Now ask him to adjust the monitoring. If he finds out, maybe he will hit me twice at most.If the sheets were torn or taken out of the villa, he would definitely strangle me again.

So after thinking about it, I decided to call Fanyin.However, as soon as he dialed out, the phone in the room rang, it was Uncle Lin.

I hung up the phone and picked up Uncle Lin's call.He said: "Miss Su, sir and miss are back, come down quickly."

Miss?

starry?

I quickly put on my coat and ran down. Achang was standing at the top of the stairs, leading me to a door, and said, "Sir let you in."

This room is usually locked, I have never been inside.

I asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Miss is not feeling well." A Chang said softly, "Sir wants you to go in and coax her."

With the relationship between Fan Xing and me, ordinary things will definitely not come to me.I am the only woman in this villa, so it must be a woman's matter.

It turned out that this room was a starry bedroom, and it was also a suite. The outside was a small living room, decorated very warmly, and one wall was covered with glass showcases, which were full of anime figures.

Uncle Lin was also outside, followed by the chef, holding a soup cup in his hand.

Uncle Lin gave me the soup and opened the door for me. It was filled with plush toys, and the European-style princess bed was covered with pale pink curtains.

Fanyin was leaning on the rabbit sofa in the corner of the room with her legs crossed and laughing, there was a small bump on the bed, obviously it was Fanxing.

As soon as I walked in, before I could speak, Fanyin immediately waved to me: "Go and explain to her what menstruation is."

It really is this matter...

Fan Yin smiled and went out. I put the soup on the table, walked lightly to the bedside, and asked, "Miss Fan?"

A loud roar came from the bed: "Get out!"

"It's so fierce." I said, "Get up, Auntie will tell you what menstruation is."

"I know! Get out!" After doing the math, it should be her first time here, probably because she is too shy.

I asked, "Then do you use tampons?"

She said nothing.

"Get up." I stretched out a finger and poked her lightly: "This is a good thing, it means that you have grown up, and there is nothing to be ashamed of."

She threw off the quilt with a clatter, sat up with a dark face, and gouged me out with her eyes.

"Is someone going to buy you tampons?"

"No."

"Then I have it, do you dislike it?"

She also stares at me.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing with a "puchi": "Wait for me to get it, okay?"

She pouted.

I went back to the bedroom, Fanyin was leaning against the bed, holding my tampon in his hand, and kept pulling on its plastic catheter.All kinds of other sanitary products were scattered around him, and he had obviously gone through them all.

I picked up those things with the bag and heard him say, "How old are you?"

"13 is old."

"Then why is my daughter nine years old?" He was a little distressed: "Did she eat something bad?"

"People are different." After I finished speaking, I couldn't help being taken aback: "Nine years old?"

He nodded.

"Isn't it 11 years old!" She looked almost 1.5 meters tall!
"Nine years old." Fanyin said seriously, "Her mother is white."

"Who's that 11-year-old?"

"My sister." Fanyin frowned: "How do you know?"

"My husband told me."

He glanced at me, and then got into trouble again: "Nine years old is too early."

"Then take her to have a checkup." It looked like he didn't even have common sense, and it was normal for him to be nine years old.

He nodded, then sat up abruptly: "It's just you."

"what?"

"My mother is not free, so you can go." He gave the order: "Take her to see a doctor tomorrow morning."

That's a good feeling!I took the opportunity to say: "Then I have conditions."

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Let's hear it?"

"I'll tell you later."

I went back to the starry room with my things and explained to her in detail how to use sanitary napkins and tampons.She doesn't like it very much: "It's disgusting. It's like a diaper."

"Then you use tampons." I also think this is more comfortable: "But you have to change it frequently."

"No." She frowned even tighter.

"And why?"

"This one needs to be inserted." She bit her lip and blushed: "I will be pregnant!"

Uh……

"This thing doesn't have sperm." I said, "It needs sperm to get pregnant."

She poked her neck and looked at me with distrust on her face.

"Of course I still recommend you to use this." I said, "I'm afraid you won't remember to change it often."

She said nothing, and tilted her head.

I found her little underwear to stick it on for her, and asked her to go to the cloakroom to change it.There was a lot of blood on the sheets, and I thought of myself as I changed them.When I came here for the first time, I was also very scared. I thought I had a terminal illness, and every night I dreamed that I was turned into a mummified corpse due to continuous bleeding.

If there is a mother, there must be no such fear.

After tidying up, Fan Xing also walked out timidly.She must not be used to it yet, the walking posture is extremely awkward.

I watched her get into bed and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

She shook her head, still pouted.

"I asked them to warm up the soup for you." I asked, "What else do you want to eat?"

She showed confusion: "Can I have soup?"

"Yes, why not?"

"Drinking soup will melt my blood." She said with a wrinkled face, "The blood will flow faster!"

(End of this chapter)