The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 440 What You Said

I waited for him for 15 minutes, feeling a little irritable, because there was a time limit for visiting, so I decided to send someone to check it out.The visitor came back quickly and said, "Sir, is he still there?"

"In the ward?"

"No, it's at the door of the ward." He said, "Miss Seven is also there."

After waiting for another ten minutes, Fanyin finally came back.He seemed surprised to see me at the door, and asked in a daze, "Why aren't you inside?"

"I want to come out and tell you to come in." I asked, "Where have you been?"

"Look at your dad," he said.

I leaned over and sniffed carefully, but there was no smell of smoke.I asked, "Is it necessary to see him for so long?"

He frowned, showing dissatisfaction, "What do you mean?"

"He was unconscious, but you watched him for nearly an hour." I said, "Where have you been?"

He smiled immediately: "What are you thinking?"

"What am I thinking?" I think he has a problem.

"I did chat with your sixth sister a few words, but definitely not more than ten sentences." He raised his hand to try to press my head, but after I opened it, he put his arms around my waist and rubbed my back , Said: "I'm mainly talking with the doctor, wanting to learn more about the condition. Why aren't you in there?"

"The two of them are sleeping. I came out to find you. I will give you a chance to tell you to see Niannian." I pushed him away and said, "I don't think you can talk to Sixth Sister. What can my seventh sister have to talk about?"

He was slightly startled, narrowed his eyes, and showed a happy face, "Are you jealous? Are you not angry?"

"I don't think you need to go in and see Niannian." I said, "Let's go, we're not going to the airport."

"Hello!" He stretched out his arm, stopped me, and restrained his smile a little, "I happened to meet her, so I chatted a little more."

I ignored him, walked around his arm, and walked out.

He followed up and asked, "Didn't you allow me to watch Niannian?"

"Go and see for yourself."

He didn't go, but took my hand, "Are you really jealous?"

I'm not jealous, I just feel malicious.I asked, "Did you tell her I was there?"

"Of course I told you." He glanced at me with a half-smile, "You're really jealous."

"I'm not jealous." I said, "I just think that since she saw you and 'chat' with you, she has to come see me."

He smiled nonchalantly, "Why do people come to see you?"

I stopped and turned to look at him, "Why do you say?"

Fanyin didn't speak.

I said, "She's the CEO of the pharmaceutical branch now?"

"Yeah." He got serious: "You remember this kind of thing quite clearly."

I didn't speak.

"There is no other suitable candidate for that position." He said seemingly impartially: "She also did it flawlessly."

I couldn't help but glance at her.

He laughed again, and squeezed my hand, "Okay, don't be so narrow-minded, after all, we are relatives, so I can't pretend I don't know her?"

I said, "Why didn't you think about this when you were in bed with her?"

"You weren't there at that time." He replied with one sentence.

I couldn't help but shake off his hand, stopped and said, "I'm going to dismiss her."

He asked: "Who will be replaced? It's rare to have a useful one. How many people do you think you can use?"

"It doesn't matter." I said, "Just sell that branch office to Pu Lan."

He opened his eyes wide and blinked.

I was satisfied: "Listen well, before we divorce, you keep a distance from her. You are not allowed to chat, and you are not allowed to laugh when we meet."

He laughed again.

"What are you laughing at!" I couldn't help scowling.

He suppressed his smile, but he was still smiling: "Okay, jealous."

"Let me find out again, and I'll give you some green hats for fun."

He was slightly taken aback, "Hey! You are..."

"Whether you want to annoy me on purpose or just like chatting with her, I won't allow it." I said, "Do you understand?"

Only then did he get serious, and looked at me rather helplessly, as if blaming me for making a fuss: "Sorry."

I didn't speak.

All the way into the car, I still feel very unhappy.I can't describe the displeasure, but I don't think I'm jealous, I'm just plain displeased, and I think anyone would be displeased by it.

I also know that Fan Yin is probably trying to annoy me on purpose, probably because he wants to see my "jealous" expression, because if he really has that kind of heart, he won't be able to say anything to me, and he always does it directly.

Fanyin was quiet for about halfway, I flipped through the documents Assistant Zhou gave me for a while, and found most of them incomprehensible, with a splitting headache and terribly upset, I threw them aside.

Fanyin's laughter came from beside his ears.

I looked at him, and he immediately retracted, biting his lip, like a poor rabbit.

I asked, "When will your medicine be delivered?"

"It's already at the airport. We're going, so I didn't ask them to drop it off, so it's faster." He explained.

"Oh." I said, "Which one are you now?"

"Guess what." He blinked.

I took out the phone and was about to dial when my hand was held suddenly, Fan Yin was a little anxious, "What are you doing!"

"Call to tie you up." I said, "I don't like that second personality."

"I'm not!" He straightened his face, showing a ferocious expression, "Can't you see how others treat you well?"

"That's right!" I also yelled, "So you want to hit someone again?"

He was really angry this time, he let go of my hand, leaned back, and stopped talking.

I picked up the files again, trying to remember the contents in my head, but it was still messy and distracted.

After about three traffic lights, Fanyin spoke again: "Does it still hurt?"

I ignored him.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see him turn his face to look at me and say, "I'm sorry, I was a little angry this morning."

I said nothing.

"I'll try to be as restrained as possible," he said. "I promise."

I couldn't help but glance at him.

He curled the corner of his mouth, showing a trace of complacency: "Does it still hurt?"

"I don't think I can just let you go for nothing." I said, "You'll have to bleed."

He was slightly taken aback, and then his attitude became vague, "How come?"

"When we arrive in HK, where do we live?"

"Whatever." He said, "your house, or my mother's place over there."

"Are you sharing a room with me?"

"Yes..." He noticed my face and became nervous, "Not necessarily."

"Sleep in the same room with me." I leaned over and said, "Don't you like being forced?"

His neck was stiff, his eyeballs moved, and he glanced at me uneasily.

"I'll let you be strong enough."

He licked his lips and said, "You said it."

I glared at him and cursed in my heart that he would not cry when he saw the coffin.

"Don't go back on your word." He stretched out his little finger and said, "Pull the hook."

I stretched out my hand and hooked his little finger, he dragged it over, pulled it to his lips and kissed it, then smiled wickedly.

It was afternoon when we arrived, and there was not much time. We hurried to the branch office without caring about the scenery after eating our lunch.The legal-related formalities were carried out first, and the process was busy until seven o'clock in the evening.This is because fortunately there is Fanyin, he is the most reliable review machine, I just need to sit on the sidelines and sign.Although I tried my best to understand, these complicated official documents written in different languages ​​were like symbols of different civilizations, which gave me a splitting headache.

The company under the name of my adoptive father cooperates with several well-known international management companies, which saves us a lot of trouble and also saves me a lot of management troubles. Today, I have a meeting with them and more important partners The reception is at nine o'clock in the evening.

I almost forgot about it, but Fanyin reminded him that he doesn’t need an assistant at all, and all the itinerary can be engraved in his mind just by listening to it once. I suspect this is the compensatory effect of mental illness.

So we had to rush to change the dress and put on makeup first. At Fanyin's suggestion, we went to his mother's residence, because his mother often works here, and there is a full range of make-up artists and very handy dress accessories. Can handle emergencies.

That place is not far from the place of the reception, in the wealthy area, it is much quieter than outside.I don't have time to take a closer look at the scenery of this manor. I only know that it is very big, and the decoration spares no effort to invest in wealth. There is only luxury, not low-key.

When I was getting my hair done, I was already very hungry, and before I could open my mouth, Fan Yin's figure came over and said, "Open your mouth."

My head was pulled by the hair stylist, and I couldn't move very much, so I opened my mouth, feeling something sweet was stuffed into my mouth, I chewed it, it was a snack.

It still looks like this.

At the same time, he bent down, and now I can see his face, I saw him smiling, and asked: "How does it taste?"

"One more piece," I said.

He made a "tsk", probably expressing his dissatisfaction with my indifferent attitude, and stuffed another piece in my mouth, saying, "The event will end before two o'clock."

"Oh."

He frowned, "What expression is this?"

"how?"

"Repent so soon?" He began to attack.

"I didn't mention today. I'm on my period." I said, "Besides, I haven't spared time to buy tools. I can't ask my assistant to buy them."

He snorted, then straightened up and said, "Take it here."

I had an ominous premonition.

Soon, the things were brought over and placed on the ground, it was a huge lockbox.

Fanyin squatted down on one knee, opened the password box, and spread it on the ground, revealing the contents inside, with a knowing expression on her face: "I knew you were going to regret it."

I looked at the grotesque things on the black velvet cloth, and couldn't help swallowing, "Where did this come from?"

"What do you think?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly.

"It can't be that you used it with others, right?" I sternly said: "Warning you don't disgust me with the ones used by others, I can't help but destroy you!"

He immediately burst out laughing.

I was relieved and looked at those things again.

He laughed enough and became serious again, asking, "Which one do you like? Or do you like both?"

"Of course I like it on you." But I don't know most of it: "Does the whip hurt when you whip it?"

(End of this chapter)