He's still talking about inconsequential topics: "I don't have feelings for you, but I can see you're serious." I don't have a suitable partner for the time being, so the divorce is still like this first, and the choice is yours. ”

Divorce?

Who said I was going to get a divorce!

I'm more concerned about the previous topic: "Tell me honestly, did you fool around?" ”

"Yes." He didn't get stuck at all: "And I'm not going to change the habit." ”

"You!" This time I was not only distressed, but my liver also began to ache: "How can you do this? Can you just look for me? ”

"You will get tired of eating one dish all the time, not to mention that you need to recuperate." His palms propped up to the side of the bed, leaned forward, and his expression became cold: "Little girl, I know what you're thinking." But I'm just saying this once, you listen well. ”

I couldn't help but bite my lip.

"Sleeping with you doesn't mean liking you, it's because it happens to be you. To me, you are no different from other women. He was very serious, as if he was afraid that I would not understand: "If you have a virgin complex, then I'm sorry, I don't, I'm not going to take responsibility for it." ”

I was frightened by his attitude and couldn't help but stutter: "I don't want you to be responsible, I'm ......"

"Stop." He interrupted me indifferently: "I understand very well that you are still young and have no experience in love, and the situation is indeed very complicated. But you must understand that I am definitely not your beloved. ”

I was even more upset: "Why aren't you? I won't dislike you! ”

"I hate you." He was very straightforward: "I think it's better to divorce, at least it can reduce the harm to you." ”

"You just said that the choice of divorce is mine!" I won't get a divorce, anyway, he will be normal in two days: "Isn't the gangster a word that must be counted?" ”

He leaned back and looked at me in silence.

I don't want to see him now, I don't understand why he has such a pitiful expression. I'd rather he hit me and bully me like he did, at least I still have room for the illusion that he kind of likes me.

That's right, I know he's sick, and he's "not" my husband right now. But the face is his, the voice is his, and he and my husband are the same person. The thought of this body doing what it did to me to other women pierced my heart.

I really want to answer directly: then divorce, it's not like I can't find a man.

Can......

I had no choice but to put my head under the pillow and decided not to look or listen and not to think about it. I need a little time to calm myself down and make him my Britney again.

By the time I came out of the room, there was no one in the room.

After staying for many more days, I was finally able to get out of bed and walk, but my back and shoulders still hurt a little.

My vacation must have passed, but the nurse turned a blind eye to my request to use the phone and didn't tell me the name of the hospital. I had the illusion that I was under house arrest, so I kept an eye on their shift and managed to sneak out of the hospital through a gap.

When I ran outside, I found that the hospital didn't even have a brand, and it was just an ordinary-looking building from the outside. Its facilities are so good, and the medical staff feel very professional, it really doesn't look like a black hospital.

I don't know where to go next, go home or go to the police station? I don't want to see Fanyin, even if he becomes Britney. And I don't know if he has ever led a woman to fool around in my house, after all, Ah Chang said that it would take a week to solve it before he was willing to live with me.