Every word she said was gritted like that, like a sharp knife, stabbing him in the heart.

But he still couldn't believe it, he didn't believe that after such a long time, she and him got along every day, every detail, and she could pretend to be out.

Even though he knew that she was now desperately resistant to his approach, he pressed her shoulders hard and looked her deeply, directly into the eyes.

"Listen to me, Xiao Mu, if it's really just because of your father, I can't change the existing facts.

But if something else happens, no matter how serious it is, even if the sky falls, I will definitely protect you.

Don't be reckless and bear anything, you have me, you have me, you have to believe me, understand?"

I was already crying bitterly in my heart, and it seemed that there were a pair of hands, desperately hating to break through the skin, desperately hugging the person in front of me.

However, what supports the outside is reason after all.

Every word of her has no affection, and every word is only full of hatred.

"It's useless to say it no matter how nice it sounds. Either get divorced and I'll never see you, or we'll play slowly.

Even if it is an egg hitting a stone, as long as I am alive, it will definitely not make you feel better. ”

He finally had to believe her words, and his voice contained a determination to abandon everything: "Okay, okay, I signed the word, I made a mistake, tell me, what do you need to put it down."

I will find a suitable person to replace me as president, and all other assets and property in my name can be disposed of with you, is it enough?"

There was only exhaustion and emptiness in her eyes, and her voice was hoarse: "Not enough. ”

There was extreme irritability and impatience on that face, and there was a trace of blood in his eyes: "One life for one life, I will give it to you, is this enough?"

She felt that her body was like a dead leaf fluttering, as if it was about to fall at any moment.

Holding on to his breath, he shook his head laboriously: "It's not enough, your life is not worth much, and it is not worthy of my father's life." ”

His face finally turned to great resentment, and he smashed the wooden box in his hand on the bed.

But after all, he couldn't bear it, tried his best to restrain his emotions, and softened his voice: "Stay well, I'll go to the company." ”

The man strode out, and after the door opened and closed, she finally seemed to be drained of her last strength, and her whole person was completely paralyzed.

Panting heavily, he braced himself and staggered to the door, locked it, and leaned against the wall farthest from the door.

But because of his big belly, even if he wanted to bury his head in his knees, he couldn't do it.

I could only sit on the ground like that, straighten my upper body, suppress my voice and cry bitterly, and let the tears fall down.

He went away until he had finished dinner, and he did not return.

Yan Mu sat on the sofa in the hall, turned on the TV, and looked up blankly.

Zhang's mother began to worry about it since she started preparing dinner: "I asked the young master if he didn't come back for dinner, there was a lot of commotion over there, I'm afraid I'm going to drink again, if the young lady wants to make a call, now you can persuade him." ”

Yan Mu remained silent, deaf and unresponsive.

She sat on the sofa with a cold expression, but her heart was already restless.

Zhang's mother couldn't rest assured, so she called Uncle Zhou and waited on the sofa all the time.

The bleak night melted like thick ink, and it was not until ten o'clock in the evening that the door opened.

Zhang's mother stood up with "Teng", and rushed up in a hurry, supporting Fu Chen, who stumbled in, her voice was full of anxiety.

"How much has to be drunk? The young master has a bad stomach, but he can't toss like this." ”

The person went straight into the kitchen, and even if she passed by, she didn't have the courage to look sideways, afraid that she would not be able to sit still.

There was a violent vomiting sound in the kitchen, and Zhang's mother was talking in a panic and anxiety.

She sat on the sofa, unable to control her body trembling violently, and could only dig her nails into the sofa to force herself to calm down.

The man finally came out of the kitchen, pushed away Zhang's mother's support, supported the wall and sofa, and walked to sit down opposite her.

The strong smell of alcohol rushed straight into her nostrils.

She was looking ahead, but she couldn't avoid his face for a moment, which was extremely white.

Mother Zhang was so anxious that she couldn't speak incoherently, so she cautiously came over and spoke: "Young master, I'm afraid that it hurts my stomach, so let's ask Doctor Jiang to come over." ”

His eyes were misty, and he stared at her indifferent and waveless eyes so presumptuously, and sneered without hesitation: "No need to scream, what if you die, my life is worthless." ”

Yan Mu finally couldn't sit down anymore, got up and walked upstairs, and the light and heavy steps behind him immediately followed.

She went straight into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and frowned in disgust as she watched him approach her.

One step away, he stopped again, and his voice was full of self-deprecation: "You don't like it, I'll go wash it." ”

Changing directions, the man stumbled to the bathroom.

She felt a pain in her heart, looked at the back, and her voice came out uncontrollably: "Let's drink less." ”

The man's steps stopped instantly, his hand supported the wall, and turned around, with a hint of extravagant hope in his eyes: "Distressed?"

She frowned and opened her gaze, and sneered softly: "That's not it, you are really going to die of alcoholism, won't your father have to find me again, I am about to give birth now, and I don't bother to hide in Tibet, trouble." ”

She said he was dead, trouble.

Fu Chen squeezed out a bitter smile from his throat, saying that wine can dispel sorrows, and now that she said this, the pain for him has not diminished at all.

His thin lips moved slightly with self-deprecation: "Don't worry, you can't die." ”

The bathroom door closes, and the sound of running water sounds.

It's late autumn, and the cold water is rushing down, but it doesn't seem to feel much.

He took a shower and went out, his mind was already much clearer, he looked at the person who had fallen asleep on the bed, and walked over step by step.

The person buried in the quilt on the bed suddenly opened his mouth: "Is it okay to make a bunk on the floor, I can sleep on the bunk."

It was rare that you were not there last night, and you slept soundly, otherwise you would have lost sleep with your eyes closed all night, which was really uncomfortable. ”

To the point of disgust?

He was so drunk that he couldn't help but let out a sneer.

But he was not deadlocked, took the quilt from the cabinet, spread it on the ground and fell asleep.

It's just that she secretly comforted herself by deceiving herself, at least she still lived in the same room, and she didn't want to change rooms to sleep.

The person on the bed seemed to see through his thoughts, and said indifferently: "It's naturally best to be able to divide the room, but it's a pity that the child is about to be born, and there is no one next to him, so it's troublesome to call someone in the middle of the night." ”

The people on the floor didn't respond again, they seemed to be a little uncomfortable, there was the sound of their bodies tossing and turning, and their breath was obviously heavy.