The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 39

"Don't worry." I said, "Why? I have been bleeding for several years, and I have to drink hot soup to stop the pain."

She wrinkled her little nose: "You have a lot of blood."

"Isn't it? You're going to be in your 50s." I said, "Be prepared."

"Hey!" she yelled angrily.

"Okay!" I couldn't help touching her little head: "Because you are a girl, a girl has a uterus and ovaries, the ovaries will secrete eggs, and the combination of eggs and sperm will become a baby. In the womb. Then they have to develop, and when they develop, they will have menstruation."

She frowned: "Why is it necessary for development? Can't it be without it?"

"Of course not. Before ovulation, the ovaries secrete a hormone that makes your endometrium thicken. After thickening, you will start ovulating. The eggs released by the ovary are surrounded by follicles. After the eggs are mature and released, the follicles will Further thicken the endometrium. During this period, when the sperm comes in and combines with the egg, that is, pregnancy, the uterus is ready to accommodate the baby." I am not a medical student, so I can only explain it to this point: " But because you're not pregnant, the previously thickened lining of the uterus is shed. That's menstruation, not just bleeding."

She blinked and said nothing.

I couldn't help sweating: "Is it too complicated?"

She shook her head with excitement on her face: "So, as long as I get pregnant, this thing will be gone, right?"

"Yes, but do you know what pregnancy is?"

"Is there a baby?"

"Yes, do you know what it means to have a baby?"

"I know." She replied maturely, "It means someone called me mom."

"That's right! Do you think that being a mother is for nothing? You have to go out to make money, take care of the baby every day, and teach him things. You have to be taken care of by others."

"No." Fanxing replied seriously: "I can throw it to my father!"

I was stunned: "Your father is tired enough raising you."

"My father didn't raise me!" She frowned: "He just gave me to my grandpa!"

This is the power of example...

I had to change the way: "Do you know how big the baby is when it is born?"

"do not know."

I stretched out my arm: "It's as long as half my arm. Think for yourself, how tall are you? Can you fit such a big thing in your stomach? How can you go out and play with the children?"

"I don't have any children!"

"Then how do you go out to play?" I said, "And the baby weighs seven or eight catties. If you want to experience it, you should stuff something of the same size in your stomach first, and bring it on your body for a few days to experience it."

Fanxing rolled her eyes, but said nothing.

"And it's not once and for all," I frightened her: "You can only have ten months without menstruation, and after ten months, you have to take it out. Do you know how to take it out? The doctor uncle will use a knife to cut it out." Your belly is ripped open. And then it's like a shoe sole is sewn on for you..."

She tilted her head: "What is an insole?"

"You don't know about insoles, don't you?" I said vigorously, "Just take a needle and thread and sew cloth insoles. This kind of insoles are very comfortable, warm and absorb sweat."

"Oh." Her eyes lit up.

I asked: "You want?"

She was quite polite at such a young age, and said coyly, "If it's too much trouble, forget it."

"No trouble." I know how to do this, and my aunt likes to do this: "What kind of pattern do you like?"

She became excited: "Can you still play tricks?"

"Of course I can, I can embroider peonies!"

"That's good, how about embroidering my father on it?" She clapped her little hands and said, "He's much prettier than peony flowers!"

"Embroider your father on your insole?" Why did I feel dark for a while.

"Yes, yes!" she said happily, "In this way, I can put the soles of my feet against my father's face every day!"

"Okay." Even if Fan Yin was dissatisfied, he definitely couldn't say anything, after all, this was his daughter's loving request.

Fanxing refused to leave the bed, so I asked the kitchen to make her something to eat, watched her finish eating and went to sleep, then finished the task and went back to the room.

Fanyin was lying on the bed, holding a medical book in his hand, with a drowsy expression.

When I got into bed, I took a sneak peek, it was the gynecology department.

Fanyin's eyes are also sharp, so he noticed it, and he closed the book suddenly, turned over and pressed it over.

He sleeps with no clothes on...

I pushed him quickly: "It's four o'clock now."

"I know." He pressed down, bit my earlobe, and said hoarsely, "I miss you."

I hurriedly said: "I have conditions tomorrow."

"Wait a minute."

I didn't dare to push him anymore, so I had to let him rush in.

It's been a while since he's done it with me, and I'm thankful for that.

Now my mind is full of how he abused me, and how many women he can't even remember.

In fact, I think he is very "dirty".

The kind of people who don't talk about emotions and mate around like animals all day make me feel dirty.

He was gritting his teeth to endure, when his lower jaw was suddenly snapped.

At the same time, he fucked me hard.

The pain came, and I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Open your eyes," he ordered.

I closed my eyes tightly.

Immediately there was a sharp pain in the chest.I cried out in pain and opened my eyes.

His hunched body looks like the spotted cheetah, indifferent, terrifying, wild and cruel.

I couldn't help covering my face.

He pulled my wrist away, leaned over and kissed it, his gentle movements made me relax my guard a little.

I felt my heartbeat and breathing gradually stabilized. He slowly let go of my lips, kissed my ear all the way, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

I didn't answer, and he didn't ask again.

Fanyin didn't leave after finishing, but pressed on me like a dead dog. Although he was very heavy, he was still warm under such pressure, not to mention I couldn't afford to ask him to go down, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Suddenly he heard his voice in the haze: "What are you thinking?"

I?
I wanted to tell him not to hit me, not to try to kill me every now and then.Don't sleep with other women before you divorce me, and don't sleep with me after you do.

I think this is the basic concept of right and wrong, and he knows it, but is it useful for me to say it?useful?

So I said, "Miss your sheets..."

"Sheets?" His voice was slightly startled.

There was a slight pain on my face, I opened my eyes reflexively, and saw his slightly squinted eyes in the dark, as if he was studying my expression: "What bed sheet?" He asked again.

"Last week's sheets were lost."

He suddenly opened his eyes wide.

It's over, it's over, it's going to strangle me.

At least let me put on clothes before I die!

He didn't say anything, and walked straight into the bedroom, closing the door with a "bang".

I quickly put on my pajamas and chased after him, knocking on the door.

"The door is unlocked!" His voice was almost growling.

I opened the bathroom door and he was soaking in the tub, scowling.

I stood at the door so I could run away at any time.Now that the matter has come to an end, I might as well explain the matter clearly, then I explained the matter of the bed sheet and said, "So I would like to ask you to order an inspection of surveillance cameras. It won't be long, and the bed sheet will definitely be found back."

He raised his eyelids and said, "Come here."

"No." I squeezed out a dry smile: "I know you're angry, and this matter is indeed my fault, but..."

"Come here." He rolled his eyes, "I won't hit you."

"And not strangle me?"

"Ah."

Six months ago, it never occurred to me that my legs would shake from fear of losing a few sheets.

I still passed.

He turned over and said lazily, "Wipe my back."

my heart...

I turned around to get a towel, and heard him say again: "If you can't wipe it clean, you won't be allowed to adjust the monitoring, and the house will be sold to pay for my bed sheets."

I hastened to speed up and rubbed his back. He lay down on the edge of the bathtub and closed his eyes.

I didn't dare to speak, and wiped carefully and gently.

After wiping for more than ten minutes, he suddenly said, "Go down."

I went down a bit.

His muscles are really well trained, and even the shape here is beautiful...

He first let out a cat-like snort, and then asked: "If you don't adjust the monitoring for you, you won't take my daughter to the hospital?"

"Yes." In fact, if he insists, I have to agree.

"Then adjust it." He said: "But remember to pay the labor fee. It's cheaper for you, two hundred an hour."

"Why should I pay for that?" Isn't the security guard his family's?
He looked at me out of the corner of his eye: "Why don't you pay?"

"Then what if I don't have money?"

"Come here." He hooked his fingers.

I leaned over, not knowing why.

He narrowed his slender eyes and showed a wicked smile: "I'll teach you how to make money."

"How to earn?" I was a little uneasy.

"As long as you," he stroked my lips with wet fingers, said softly, "Take off your clothes, kneel down, and use your little mouth..."

I stayed.

He smirked: "If you promise, you don't need to adjust the monitoring. I forgive you for the bed sheet."

"You are disgusting!"

"Disgusting?" He turned cold instantly: "I even kissed your mouth that was bitten by another man."

"I also kissed you and gnawed on other women's mouths!" I was angry: "I sold the house to accompany your bed sheets! Disgusting! Shameless!"

He sat up from the water with a "crash" and his face darkened: "I'm your husband! Old nun!"

"My husband doesn't hang out with other women! You don't!" I'm an old nun?I think he is disgusting, fooling around with so many women, and want me to bite him?

I'm furious!

I turned to leave when I heard his voice suddenly: "The house is common property."

I couldn't help but hesitate.

"I don't agree to sell it." He said word by word: "Go back and kneel down, or you will take off your clothes and give them to Huo immediately."

I rolled back and knelt down.

He raised my chin, with a triumphant smile on his face: "Little girl, do it yourself or me?"

(End of this chapter)