The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 58
"No." I didn't fall for it: "If you were someone who could be liked, Luo Man would have married you a long time ago."

He was not angry either, just nodded slightly: "Are you sure?"

"determine."

He said nothing, turned and left.

call……

I went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then I was going to the bedroom to rest.But when I opened the door, I was dumbfounded: Fanyin was leaning on the sofa chair, and a flight attendant was kneeling on the ground, hard at work doing what he wanted me to do for him.

He half-raised his neck, and I couldn't help covering my mouth.

It must have been because I had just had a miscarriage, and I was more vulnerable than usual, and tears welled up in my eyes.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the flight attendant stopped and looked at me.Fanyin also turned her face sideways, not surprised: "Go out."

I wanted to go out too, but I couldn't move at all.In fact, I was shocked by that video. I really hated him when I watched it, but after thinking about it a few days later, I feel that he seemed very sad at that time.It is also because of this that although he has been making fun of me recently, I feel that he treats me better than before.When his dad told me that, I told myself not to believe it, but I couldn't help it.

I was still struggling just now, if he can not bully me, then I also...

I……

I'm still angry, I still hate him, but I'm also...

It's not that I can't forgive him at all.

The flight attendant came over and closed the door, and the lock clicked.

I still couldn't walk away, and still couldn't hold back the tears.Not only did I not dare to cry loudly, but I pressed my mouth hard, not daring to make a sound, for fear that he would rush out and beat me.

My mind is full of scenes from the past.

How he strangled my neck, how he dismantled my joints, how he threw me into the hands of strange men, how he dragged me into the beast's cage, and how he kicked my child to death...

He stabbed a knife in my heart again and again, beating, humiliating, and torturing me like trash...

He changed me from such a happy person to the virtues of the current period Ai Ai.

My healthy body, which has undergone numerous physical examinations, has become so riddled with holes.

And how do I do it?I always think he is sick, and I always think he has a second personality, but what his mother said is absolutely right, there is only one Fanyin.

It was never anyone else who bullied me.

That's the one I love.

Really, I've never dared to face up to:

I am so sad...

I don't know how long I stood in front of this door, how long I cried, and how long I was embarrassed.

I don't know whether I should try my best to get revenge on him now, or run away with this injury.

I can't do anything, I can only cry, I have no strength to cry, I kneel on the ground, but I still want to cry.Weeping until my eyes dimmed, my breathing became difficult, but my tears still couldn't stop.

I don't know why, this is obviously not the heaviest thing he has done to me, but it has become the one that hurts me the most.

I suddenly lost consciousness, and it seemed that I was awakened by weightlessness after a while.

When he opened his eyes, he found that there was a female doctor accompanying him on the plane.I wanted to open my mouth, but found that my mouth was covered with an oxygen mask.

She turned her head and said happily, "Mr. Fan, she's awake!"

I just saw Fanyin, leaning on the opposite sofa, he asked blankly, "Do you still need to go to the hospital?"

"It is still recommended to go." The doctor said: "She needs to go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination."

"I'm asking her." Fanyin looked at me.

I tried to raise my arm, it was a little weak, but I was able to lift it.Hold the doctor's wrist and motion for her to take off the oxygen mask.

She took it off.

I pushed her away and got up with all my might.

I know it's not a smart decision, but I can't make any smart decisions right now.I said, "No need to go to the hospital."

No answer was received and the plane continued to descend.

I looked up, looked him in the eyes and said, "I don't need to go to the hospital."

He looked at me and said nothing.

The plane landed in Mexico, and the English accent here was so strong that I didn't even understand what the doctor said.

After checking, the bouncer took me to the hotel.

It's very hot here, my clothes are too thick, and I was covered in sweat.As a result, the air-conditioning in the room was too strong, and I only felt pain in my bones.

I lay on the bed for a while, but couldn't fall asleep anyway.

Someone opened the door, it was Fanyin.

He put the box in his hand on the table: "Come here and take your medicine."

I sat up, not wanting to move.

He walked towards me and grabbed my arm, and I twisted and struggled.When there was a stalemate, he raised his hand and slapped me: "Try moving again."

I don't move anymore.

He turned around and walked towards the door, fiddled with me for a while, poured a glass of water and put it on the bedside table.

"Eat." He ordered.

I took the medicine.

"Lie down." After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the bathroom, and when he reached the door, he turned his head suddenly: "Lie down and sleep!"

I just sat there from the time he entered the bathroom until he came out.He also ignored me and lay down on the bed.

I had to come down and sit on the sofa chair.

He turned off the light.

The room was plunged into darkness.

The curtains were not closed, and the window was full of starlight.

This hotel is a famous stargazing hotel - the waiter at the front desk said it.

That's why it has a nice terrace.

It's warm in Mexico right now, and I push the door out and stand on the patio.

The stars in the night sky are beautiful, big and bright.

This railing is quite easy to climb, and I climbed up in two strokes.

I don’t remember which floor I was on, it’s very high anyway, but I’m also a pilot anyway, so I don’t feel dizzy at all at this height.And even though the night is pitch black, I can still see clearly the figures passing by below.

When I was a child, whenever I was in a bad mood, I would climb up on the roof and sit down.At first they were still worried, but after a few times they realized that I would not fall easily, so they didn't care about me anymore.

I often sit on the roof, watching the occasional plane passing by in the sky, imagining the direction it is going, whether the people inside are leaving home or returning home?

Everyone in this world has a background, but I don't.

But everyone goes somewhere, and everyone dies eventually.

Do you know that death is really going to another world?Or reincarnation?Or dissipate?
I really wanted to try it, but I was afraid that I would regret it.

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly pressed his hands on his waist.

Anyone would be startled. I screamed and let go, but my waist was tightened, and I was dragged off the railing.

It was only when he threw him on the bed that he realized that it was Fan Yin.

He walked towards me with a dark face.

I shrank back quickly, but he had already climbed up and pinned me down, ripped off my belt, pulled my wrists and tied them to the bedpost.

That disgusting picture appeared in my mind again, and I felt very nauseous for a while.But he went down, pulled the quilt over me, stood by the bed and said, "If you go crazy again, I'll cut off your hands and feet and make them into pillows."

After that, lie back and turn off the light.

I still can't sleep.

Am I crazy?
This is obviously too normal for me. I have forgiven him time and time again before, and it is crazy to have fantasies about him.

Ordinarily, the belt is not tied too tightly, but I don't know how the knot is tied, and I can't untie it no matter what.

While struggling, Fan Yin's voice suddenly came: "Do you want to stay in Mexico or go to Las Vegas?"

"To Antarctica."

He was silent for a while: "Las Vegas is your type."

"Antarctica."

"We'll wait until you're in good health." He said, "Let's rest here for a few days. The Mexican food tastes good."

I look at him.

He avoided my gaze, leaned over and hugged me, and said, "I won't tie you up when you're asleep."

I closed my eyes, but he still didn't let go, patting my back with his hands.

I have been afraid of being photographed since I was a child, and I became sleepy when I was photographed, and soon I started to feel sleepy.In a haze, I felt that the belt on my wrist was untied. I wanted to turn over, but someone was holding my wrist. I wanted to pull it out, but I was too sleepy, so I had to just fall asleep like this.

When I woke up, I was alone in the room, and I had slept for fourteen hours.

Sleeping too much can also be uncomfortable. I stretched my waist, but my back still hurts.

The mood is still so bad.

Sitting on the bed for a while, when I was thirsty and wanted to get a glass of water, I found medicine and post-it notes on the bedside.

The characters of his two personalities are also different. Whether the second personality writes Chinese characters or letters, he writes stroke by stroke. Frame No.1 is written very fancy, but the pen is heavy, penetrating through the back of the paper.

He wrote in German, the content is: take medicine, or strangle you.

I didn't care what medicine it was, I took it anyway, and then continued to sit on the bed in a daze.

After tossing these two days, my little stomach is also a little uncomfortable.I didn't dare to think about it, but I couldn't help thinking: Am I not going to be able to have children anymore?

After a bit of discomfort, I fell asleep again.

This time I didn't sleep very soundly, so I heard the sound of someone opening the door.

After a while, someone touched my forehead with a hand.I didn't want to open my eyes, and I couldn't wake up. I just felt like he was sitting on the edge of the bed, and his hands never moved away.My consciousness became more and more lucid until I opened my eyes again.

It is a multi-tone.

His eyes were dark and deep, and there was no expression on his face: "Go to the hospital?"

I do not want to answer.

He rubbed my forehead repeatedly, then slowly touched my face and neck, and asked, "Are you hungry?
"Not hungry."

"Get up and eat." He tugged at my ear.

I didn't move, he tugged again, his expression became gentle: "Hey, eat something before going to bed."

"Fan Yin."

He froze for a moment, then frowned unhappily.

"Did you do that to her too?"

He didn't answer, probably didn't understand at all.

"That Amelie, is Xing Xing's mother, right? Did you treat her the same way?" I couldn't help asking: "Surely not? You must have treated her well, at least her child stayed. But why did she die? Did she die? How did she die? Was it an accident or was she strangled to death by you?"

He let go, grimacing.

Forget it, I won't ask.

He stood up, his fingers trembling and clenched tightly, his voice was trembling, his face was almost blue: "Don't ask me such questions again, get up and eat."

(End of this chapter)