As I was frightened, the smile on Fanyin's face gradually turned into a sinister smile, and he grabbed my ankle and asked, "Is she dead?" ”

"Die, die, die, die!" I wanted to kick him, but I didn't dare, for fear he would hit me. The way he beats people is still terrifying, although I'm actually a little glad: it's not Britney who beats people, otherwise I really don't know what to think of him.

"Not dead?" His face darkened suddenly: "Looks like I should go in and kill her." Hum. ”

"She's really dead!" I almost screamed, not knowing whether to pick up my phone or call Mr. Han. After all, Mr. Han's health is not good, maybe it is just right to subdue him?

But what about mobile phones? What about mobile phones?

Thankfully, the phone was under my ass.

I hurriedly dragged it out, and was about to dial it to Ah Chang, when I suddenly heard a chuckle: "Stupid pig." ”

Well?

I looked up and saw that Fanyin was grinning on one side of her mouth and clenching her teeth on the same side, and her mean face looked like her wisdom teeth were hurting.

I was scared to death by him: "Who the hell are you?" ”

He sneered: "Stupid. ”

"Speak seriously!"

"Who else!" He widened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Can't you see that I'm still kneeling?" ”

"Sick!" I quickly got up, turned around and lay back on the couch. Because he has to stare at Fanyin, his face is turned at him, and he grins like a villain when he sees him.

I couldn't help but think back to the sentence he said earlier, and I didn't understand why he chose to change the subject when I went back to ask him again. Is it hard to talk about?

"Actually, he doesn't want me" How?

Don't want me to leave him?

Don't want me to have a miscarriage?

No way, I've been naïve once, thinking that his personality has finally started to like me, so even if he has two personalities, my husband has only one. But he didn't, he was just afraid that his parents would make him lose his status.

The thought of this makes me want to slap myself a few times. So, I decided not to think about it.

If I don't get a divorce, I'm sure I'll have to be nice to him, after all, I'll get beaten up if I do it with him. But I won't love him anymore, and I won't expect him to love me anymore.

So, I think what he's saying is actually what he doesn't want me to ...... Stay with him.

Whatever his true intentions were, I want to understand that.

Because don't be fooled by him anymore.

I didn't seem to have slept long, but I was woken up by the sound of ping-pong.

I woke up to find someone had moved the back of the couch down and I was lying on all fours.

There were many people around the door, could it be that the complicated sound had changed?

I hurriedly rushed over and found that it was not the sound that had changed, but that Mrs. Han had woken up.

Fanyin had already stood up, and his left cheek was already red and swollen.

Mrs. Han's expression was not very angry, and she only asked, "Does it hurt?" ”

Fanyin lowered his head and said, "It doesn't hurt." ”

"Smack"! She raised her hand and gave him another slap in the face.

Well played. After beating his mother, knowing that his mother hated him to kneel, he still knelt and deserved to be beaten. I mocked him in my heart.

"Does it hurt?" Mrs. Han asked again.

"It doesn't hurt." The traditional pronunciation is still this sentence.

Mrs. Han raised her hand again and gave him a slap without hesitation.

He asked, "Does it hurt?" ”

"It doesn't hurt."

Mrs. Han raised her hand again, but an anxious shout came from outside the door: "Yanyan! Can't fight! If you hit again, you'll be disfigured! ”

"Mrs. Han!" I still have to emphasize this, obviously Mrs. Han is really not very angry.

"Mrs. Han, Mrs. Han!" Father Fan came in and said with a smile: "You have a lot, spare my son this time." After all, hitting her son's face hurts her mother's heart! ”

Mrs. Han glanced at him: "You taught him?" ”

"Where do I have?" Father Fan patted his chest and promised: "I haven't knelt for many years!" ”

"That's what you think?" Mrs. Han asked.

Fanyin still hung his head, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Yes." ”

Mrs. Han nodded and said, "Go ahead." ”

Fan's father hurriedly came to play Fanyin, but Fanyin didn't move.

Mrs. Han smiled instead, and picked up his ears, because she was lower than him, so Fanyin had to bend down and lower her head for her to carry, so this scene looked a little funny: "Don't use your little caution on your mother." I'll tell you to go back to the ward! ”

Fanyin lifted her eyelids, her eyeballs slipped to the corners of her eyes, and she sneaked at her.

Has it changed again?

I was about to speak, but Mrs. Han let go: "Come and hug Mom." ”

Fanyin immediately reached out and hugged her.

Look at this domineering action, there is no doubt that it is a perverted version.

He put his arms around her and pressed his eyes to her shoulders. Are you crying?

Mrs. Han touched his back and said, "Okay, don't cry, go back and stay." ”

Fanyin didn't speak, and hugged it for a while before letting go of his hand, and his eyes were really red.

I didn't think I had slept for long, but when I woke up, I realized that I had slept all night, and I had fallen asleep so fast that I hadn't even eaten, and now I was so hungry that I almost had a nervous breakdown, so I picked up the insulated box on the table. This insulated box is quite powerful, and the food is still quite hot.

I was eating happily when a voice behind me came like a laughing voice: "What are you doing?" ”

I didn't plan to turn my head, I just hurriedly swallowed the food in my mouth into my stomach: "Eat." ”

He walked around to me and sat down on the couch.

I took a few more bites and felt someone look at me. Looking around, Mrs. Han and Mr. Han had already gone back to the room, probably because they didn't bother me because I was eating too well. Father Fan leaned against the door and pouted, but obviously didn't intend to come in.

The only thing that can be seen on me is ......

I looked over to Fanyin, and he was staring at me with that murderous gaze. But because his face is swollen like a bun, he looks a little cute.

I asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Eat or not." He showed a face of "I'm really blind to marry you".

I realized that I was still standing, I couldn't help it, I was hungry.

I hurriedly sat down and continued to eat, only to feel that the sound was staring at me again. I had to turn my head and ask, "What's wrong?" ”

"Are you pregnant?" This time, the expression on his face was full of two big words: "find fault" and "find fault".

Fan's father excitedly shouted, "Are you pregnant again?" Yin is really capable! ”

Fanyin looked over there, "You come in." ”

"Don't go in." Father Fan turned around arrogantly: "I'm leaving." ”

Belch......

I continued to eat, but I heard Fanyin ask again, "Are you pregnant?" ”

"I didn't!" Annoys me, doesn't he have a brain! Didn't you tell him that he was a fake pregnancy?

"And you eat a bucket?" He glared as if to say something principled: "Are you a rice bucket?" ”

"I was hungry all day yesterday!" Don't you just want me to give him something to eat? I won't give: "You said you would kneel until your mother was discharged from the hospital!" All you need is water! She hasn't been discharged yet! Why do you want food from me? ”

As a result, Fanyin sneered very shamelessly: "It's good to know." ”

I took several more bites.

"Bring it!" His eyes widened.

"Who are you murdering?" I took out my phone: "Believe it or not, I'll send my little brother to arrest you!" ”

Fanyin was stunned, and after a while, his eyes glanced at my wrist: "Where's the watch?" ”

"I won't tell you."

"Okay." He also took out his mobile phone: "Then you are not in charge." ”

"Neither are you!"

He sneered and pointed at himself: "I have a face." With that, he started dialing.

I hurriedly put down my chopsticks and knocked on the door of the inner room, but no one answered. A voice came from behind him: "My mother went for a walk." ”

I pushed the door open, ran to the safe, and pulled out my supreme power. When I went out, I was about to dial the little brother in front of the traditional sound, and I found that he actually put me, of, food, give, eat!

It was too late for me to pounce, and I didn't know what it looked like when I pounced, it was just a pocket, and my food was gone.

I watched him pinch the last grain of rice with chopsticks and looked at me with a wicked smile: "There is one more, kindly share it with you." ”

"Keep it for yourself." I'm so angry that I even grabbed a meal from me, and the hospital is not without food.

I sat down next to it.

"Really, don't eat it?" He leaned back in his chair and shook the chopsticks in his hand.

"Don't eat it!"

"Open your mouth!" He reached for his chopsticks and grabbed my wrist holding the watch, threatening to "break it if you don't eat it." ”

I had to open my mouth and feel him let go of his chopsticks. But before I could taste the taste of that grain of rice, a mountain suddenly fell down in front of me.

It was too late for me to hide, he pinched my jaw and sucked his mouth and licked his tongue in my mouth. I pushed him, but my only hand was gripped as well.

He licked for a long time before he let go, and stretched out the tip of his tongue, which dipped a grain of rice on it. Then he pressed down again, as if discussing the affairs of his family and country: "This grain of rice is mine." ”

I didn't speak.

"Or divide your half." His mouth moved, presumably biting the grain of rice. He silently squeezed my wrist and sucked it again.

I finally couldn't hold back this overwhelming disgust anymore, bit him hard, and pushed him down when he unexpectedly let go.

When I ran out of the room, I felt like I was being tricked, cheated on, and insulted......

I felt like he was bullying me like a fool, treating me like a plaything, as if I wasn't sad at all, had no feelings. It's like plasticine, and you can pinch it as much as you want.

It occurred to me that he had only said an insincere "sorry" to me once, but that was clearly dealing with me. He has another side: www bi-GE.com

Compared to his apology to his mother, the phrase "no" seems cheaper.

I want a divorce, I don't want to see him again. No, I should say, I never want to see him as a personality again.

Really, I really want to get a divorce.

I sat in the garden for a long time that day, and I also met Mrs. Han and Mr. Han. At first they didn't notice me, so they walked and talked together, and sat down not too far from me.

I watched as Mr. Han put his coat around her, put his arm around her shoulders, and lowered his head to kiss the top of her head, full of affection like he did with a little girl. They're at least fifty years old, right? I don't know if I'll continue to be beaten when I'm 50 years old, or if I'll be lucky enough to live like this.

I think it's the former.

I was jealous when Mrs. Han suddenly raised her head and beckoned to me with a smile.