The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 683

I said, "Forget it, don't talk."

"Listen," he laughed, "it's always this attitude, without sincerity."

I got angry: "What kind of attitude do you want? I think what you said is all nonsense. You summed it up completely right. I just think you are too fragile inside, so you don't want to make me feel comfortable. You just think about how to Breaking off my limbs, destroying me so that I still need you as before, for this kind of thinking, you even disregarded my life and death, first you pretended to forget that you didn't give me money to buy medicine, and you deliberately locked me up after you found out that I was pregnant, Delay me so that I can't miscarry, so as to achieve the purpose of tying me. Since you don't want to waste time doing things that won't succeed, then don't do it. Since you think I don't love you that much, then I don't want to justify. Anyway, you Always be so self-righteous!"

He didn't speak.

I just took a breath and then continued: "Since you broke it today, I can also tell you 'very sincerely' that I will not think about it, and I will not waste your time, and I will not remarry you. "

It took him a long time to ask slowly, "Are you sure?"

"Sure." I said, "I promise I won't go back on my word. Niannian belongs to you, Yinyin belongs to me. I risked my life to conceive and give birth to my son. It belongs to me. It has nothing to do with you! The rest is just like this, hang up." , don’t say any more.”

He immediately said: "Wait, Lingling. I..."

I didn't want to listen to him anymore and hung up the phone.He called again, I simply pressed the switch off.

I was in a daze for a while, and suddenly wanted to go to the bathroom.When I came out to wash my hands, I saw that my makeup was a little messy because I just shed tears.

I touched up my makeup, and when I went out again, the star had already come out, and was standing at the door chatting with the doctor.The doctor smiled and looked very loving, as if he was looking at his daughter, and Xing Xing looked much more relaxed than when he came in.

I went to find them, and the doctor said that Xing Xing had been informed of the illness, but I didn't ask Xing Xing, and excused her that I was in a bad mood, and sent her to the car first, then returned by myself.

The doctor was waiting for me at the door, not surprised at all by my return.I naturally asked about her condition, and she said, "I told her that her depression is only moderate, and it can be improved with effective measures."

I asked, "What about the truth?"

"In fact, her symptoms are very serious, severe." She sighed and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't lie to her, but she is too young."

I asked, "Is there any way to cure it?"

"Come with me." She led me into her office, worked on the computer for a while, typed out some documents, handed them over and said, "This is something my family can do for her."

I glanced at the document, and it was about the description of the illness, hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, convulsions, strong suicidal tendencies, etc., and the countermeasures for these situations.

I went downstairs with the documents and the medicine list, but instead of seeing my car, I saw Fanyin's car parked where my car should have been parked.

I didn't go there, but turned on my phone to call my driver.But before the number was dialed, a call came in, again with complicated tones.

I picked it up and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"I asked Xing Xing to go back first." He said, "I was the one who was sorry just now, you come out, let's go home together."

I went back to my car, and it was impossible to take public transportation, so I hung up the phone and went out.Outside the door, Fanyin had already got out of the car, opened the car door for me, smiled at me flatteringly, and stretched out his hand to help me, but I pushed his arm away.

The car started, and the journey back was about 35 minutes.

Fanyin first asked, "What did the doctor say?"

I handed him the document given by the doctor, and he took it, flipped through it, and put it aside.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see him staring at me, but I decided to ignore him.

After a while like this, he asked, "Did you cry just now?"

I ignored him.

He stretched out his arm, as if he wanted to hug my shoulder, and said, "It's true that I didn't..."

He couldn't go on because I pulled his arm away.

He changed the subject and said, "I'm sorry, don't be angry."

I still don't want to talk to him.

He added: "This is also where I saw him last time. There is a small villa not far from here that his mother just bought a few years ago. She built a small warehouse in the yard for him to live in. It is quite Clean, he could still see it with his left eye at the time."

I knew he was talking about Pu Lan, and it seemed that he wanted to use this to bring out a topic.

But I don't want to talk to him.

I'm still very angry, very very angry.

He had nothing to say and talked about gossip: "Actually, it is impossible for Pu Lan to have no money left. He has no other relatives. The money should have been given to his mother. His mother has been very active in recent years, and she is no longer there. Sold, very good at gambling, loves to participate in auctions, dresses up more extravagantly than my mother, obviously swallowed a lot. Last year she lived with a man 20 years younger than her, opened a shop for him, and gave birth this year A son. By the way, that man used to be a duck at Meng Jiancong's."

I thought in my heart that Pu Lan told me about his mother, probably out of compassion, so I was not comfortable with Fanyin's slightly mocking tone, so I couldn't help but glance at him.

Unexpectedly, he laughed, and put his arms around him again. Even though I pushed him this time, he still didn't let go, begging for mercy: "Don't be angry, baby, I was wrong for saying those words, please forgive me, see For the sake of being mentally ill."

I said, "Let go, it's uncomfortable."

Instead of letting go, he kissed me on the cheek instead.

I wiped the place where he kissed my face with my hands, but didn't speak.

He probably thought I was being relaxed, and asked with a smile, "Did you really cry just now?" Then he said, "Why didn't you talk? Can't you admit it? Didn't you love to cry before?"

I couldn't help opening my mouth: "Don't mention it to me."

His voice came to an abrupt end, as if the pause button had been suddenly pressed.

I turned to look at his face and said, "I don't want to talk to you now, can you not talk?"

He showed embarrassment, "I just say one thing."

"..."

"What I said just now was all my fault. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't expect those words to hurt you." His expression was a little nervous: "Don't get angry and hurt your body, it will affect your child."

"It's over." I said, "Can you shut up?"

He glanced at me slightly displeased, and let go and leaned back.

After arriving home, the old man Fan had already returned first, and asked in surprise, "Why did you two come back together?"

"Go out on a date, can't you?" Fanyin asked.

I said hello to him, and then walked upstairs, intending to go back to my room and lie down.

"Lingling obviously went out with Xing Xing, saying she was going to see a psychiatrist." The old man followed up and said, "Is Lingling depressed before giving birth? Is it because she quarreled with her father that day? Don't worry too much about it." Pressure, don't think so much, children are important..."

I stopped, turned my head and said, "Mr. Fan, please stop calling yourself my father."

When I turned around suddenly, old man Fan was taken aback, stopped passively, then turned his head to look at Fan Yin who followed him at some point: "Are you two arguing again?"

Fanyin looked at me and said nothing.

"This..." The old man Fanhui got it wrong, and said with a smile: "I didn't mean to take advantage of you, let alone your father, it's just that my son is about to be born, and the remarriage of the two of you is definitely a certainty. It's okay, that's why I called myself Dad earlier, Lingling, don't be angry! If you are unhappy because of this, then you can call me an old man. It's okay, the main thing is that you want to be happy! "

I said, "We won't remarry."

I turned around and continued walking, and the old man Fan followed up behind me: "If you don't go back, you won't go back, it's okay. The important thing is that you should be in a good mood, lest the children..."

"I will take my son away." I stopped and said, "You don't have to care about him so much."

The old man Fan also stopped, and looked at me awkwardly.

I looked at Fan Yin who was already full of impatience and said, "But you don't have to worry, I will probably not walk out of the delivery room alive, and the grandson is still yours."

The old man Fan tried to smooth things over: "How do you do it well..."

Fanyin's expression suddenly became even uglier, and she turned and went downstairs.

I went back to my room and tried to lie down for a while, but my back hurt badly.The sofa is relatively soft, so I lay down on the sofa.

After Yuemo took a nap, there was a knock on the door. I sat up and called "Come in".The door opened, and it was old man Fan.

He came over with a plate, smiling, and said, "I have stewed bird's nest for you to eat."

I said, "Thank you."

He delivered it in a timely manner. I was indeed hungry, so I was not polite. I picked up the bowl, put it into my mouth with a spoon, and couldn't help being surprised: "Why is it so delicious?"

"Of course the bird's nest is delicious." He said with a smile.

"I mean..." cooking.

Forget it.

However, the old man Fan already understood what I meant: "Isn't it delicious?"

"Ah."

"Then finish eating." He said with a smile: "That guy Yinyin doesn't come back for many days, and makes you angry as soon as he comes back, it's really annoying. This bird's nest is mainly to make up for you, and the second is to make up for the children."

I said, "Thank you."

"Don't just thank me," he said kindly, "Eat it while it's hot."

I finished eating quickly, and the old man Fan was very happy, saying: "Although I like cooking very much, but unfortunately I don't have the talent in this area. The sound is quite good, you see every time you eat the food I cook They are all frowning, but today this bowl of bird's nest is happily eaten."

I asked, "Is this Fanyin Stewed? Isn't it you?"

"I never said it was me," the old man Fan said with a smile, "It doesn't matter who made the stew? You just need to eat well."

I said, "You didn't just come to deliver bird's nest, did you?"

"I talked to Yinyin, and it was his fault. When he said that, he clearly ignored your efforts." The old man Fan said very caringly: "You fell out with your father because of him. You are not in good health. I also gave birth to him, and I worked so hard every day that I couldn't eat or sleep well, and he would just mess around all day long and complain like that. He deserves a beating."

(End of this chapter)