Thinking of this, I realized that Liang Tingnan had just forgotten to prescribe medicine to me.

The car is bustling, so is the driver, and of course I can't go to another hospital.

So I leaned over to the door and closed my eyes.

Accompanied by vertigo, slowly sinking into a dream......

In the haze, I saw prosperity again.

Seeing his face hanging in front of my eyes, I lowered my eyes slightly and gently applied an ice pack to my face.

His eyes are beautiful, and when he is angry, he is very majestic, and when he lowers his eyebrows, he looks restrained and gentle.

The dim light shrouded over him, creating an old haze like an old photograph.

It's a dream.

His arms are warm, his body is mixed with perfume and a faint smell of tobacco, and if you are careful enough, you can smell a unique body odor.

See, I'm a stupid dog, and only a dog can remember other people's smells so well.

Only dogs can still have such shameless dreams after being treated like this.

Thinking of this, I covered my face with my hands, not wanting to see that familiar face: "You go......"

There was a dull pain in my heart, tears welled up in my eyes, and I didn't take it.

In your own dreams, it's okay to cry, right?

It's just me anyway.

It's always been just me.

I inhaled deeply, letting tears soak my sideburns and my palms.

I don't want to admit it, but today I actually ...... There is a little bit I want to be poked by him.

I also kind of want to see if he will regret treating me a little when he knows about my illness.

But......

That's it.

It's too cheap, it's too cheap.

"Don't show up again." I muttered, not to tell the meaningless hallucinations in front of me, but to tell the hallucinating self, "Don't show it up again, I'm really tormented......"

Don't show up again.

Let me sleep soundly.

I've only had half a year, less than two hundred days.

Every day for the rest of your life counts.

I cried for a long time, until the tears dried up and my emotions were completely released, and then I gradually calmed down.

When you put your hand down, you can still feel the light on your eyelids.

Open your eyes......

In front of me was a familiar face, and those piercing eyes were scrutinizing me, cold and cold, like a sharp blade unsheathed.

I froze completely, looking at this bloodless face, and subconsciously held my breath.

After a long confrontation, Prosperity opened his mouth, slowly, coldly, and word by word: "Sure enough, it's him." ”

I didn't know what he was talking about, I just felt fear.

"I'm just going to say, why did you suddenly start converting? Divorce, huh? Even at the expense of leaving the house! As he spoke, he pinched my face, his gaze was like a sharp sword, "You give me an honest explanation, how long have you been with him!" ”

“……”

He squeezed so hard and pressed down on the painful part of my face that I couldn't move my mouth at all.

"Don't say yes?" After a long time, Fanhua snorted coldly, let go of his hand, and slowly stood up.

He is now like a madman, I just feel my scalp tingling, I can't help but turn over and want to run, but there is a sharp pain on my scalp.

Prosperity grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the ground.

I struggled desperately, but I couldn't match his strength, and he dragged me into the bathroom and threw me into the bathtub.

The bathtub was so deep that I first fell into the water, choked on a mouthful of water, and then was dragged out by the hair.

I coughed desperately, my trachea hurt as if it had cracked, there was a mist in front of me, and a bustling and indifferent voice came from my ears: "I ask again, how long have you been with him?" ”

I coughed for a long time before I finally felt a little easier breathing: "I don't know what you're talking about......"

Before he could finish speaking, his head was pressed into the water again.

It was submerged for more than ten seconds before the surface of the water was raised.

"If you don't want to die, tell the truth." This time he said very slowly, word by word, "With, him, much, long, it's over!" ”

I gasped and wiped a handful of water from my face to see his face clearly.

His face was grim, his forehead was bruised, and he looked like a hellish ghost despite the bright lights in the bathroom.

Scared? More of a feeling is strange.

"I don't know what you're talking about." It's not that he doesn't know at all, he mentioned the doctor earlier, and he may be talking about Liang Tingnan. That's ridiculous, isn't it? I said, "Just drown me." ”

The voice fell, and there was no sound.

Prosperity maintained the fierce posture of that outlaw, staring at me. I could clearly see that his left hand, resting at his side, was clenched into a fist.

I knelt in the water, looked up at him with my face up, and I was not afraid for these short tens of seconds.

For a dying man, what is the fear of death?

After a long standoff, Fanhua let go of the hand holding my hair and nodded slightly, "Very good, Mu Rongfei." As he spoke, he ripped off his tie and a wry smile spread across his face, "It looks like you've found true love again." ”

My heart hung in the air and I asked, "What do you want?" ”

"What do I want?" He let out a sneer, "You sent me to marry me." As he spoke, he threw his tie into the water, "Do you want to be a martyr now?" It's late! ”

As soon as he stretched out his hand, I wanted to run, but I was at a disadvantage in the water, and after two thrashes, I was pressed to the edge of the bathtub.

The head began to dizzy again, this time accompanied by dizziness and nausea, in a trance, there was a prosperous voice in his ears, he was laughing: "Has he been like this?" ”

I have no words and nothing to say.

Last night was my first time, and I don't believe he doesn't understand.

He's just trying to find an excuse to toss me, just like the joke, when the wolf is bent on hitting the rabbit, what difference does it make if the rabbit wears a hat or not?

In silence, Prosperity suddenly grabbed my hair and lifted it hard.

The roots of my hair were broken, I was trembling in pain, tears overflowed, I couldn't see his face clearly, I could only hear him gritting his teeth and roaring: "Mu Rongfei! ”

“……”

He asked, "Who am I?" ”

Who is he?

The loss in front of me is not delicious, and this kind of problem does not have to be insisted on, so I looked away and said in a trembling voice: "Prosperous." ”

"Good." He let go of his hand, but then he grabbed my jaw and smashed my face so hard that I had to face him, "Who am you?" ”

"Husband......" eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't see his face clearly, so I didn't want to see him clearly. I said numbly, "You're my husband." ”

"It's hard for you to remember." His voice turned low, gloomy and compassionate, very evil, "Then what should you call me?" ”

“……”

"Scream! Well? He urged, "Dumb? ”

I should call him husband.

I used to like to call him that, even if he dislikes me, hates me, and doesn't touch me.

Because I like these two words very much, I think it is very intimate, representing the sweetness of you and me, and the eternity of a couple of people in a lifetime.

But I don't want to call him that anymore.