I quickly picked up the remote control and turned off the TV. Fan Yin slowly turned her head and looked at me.

My head immediately "boomed", and I first blurted out: "Old ......" remembered that he had been beaten and quickly changed his words: "Mr. Fan? ”

He didn't speak, his gaze lingering on my open chest.

Even though he was my husband, I was so uncomfortable with him that I wrapped up my clothes and tried to get off him. But it was too late, and his hand was already on my leg. As soon as I moved, he immediately squeezed tightly, I trembled in pain, and he lifted his eyelids: "What to run?" ”

"I, I'm ......," I was apprehensive at the way he changed his face, "I went to the wrong door." ”

He didn't say a word, and pushed me to the ground.

I was stuck in the gap between the coffee table and the couch, and I felt like my spine and tail were going to break. He lifted his leg and kicked over the coffee table, pulled my hand, untied his loungewear jacket with a white rabbit on it, and tied my hands.

I was flipped over by him, and my elbows and legs ached from the hard pistachio shells.

I knew he was my husband, but I thought he was a strange man. I couldn't resist him, and I felt so ashamed. I can't get rid of his manipulation because he's so good at fiddling with me, and he's the best husband I've ever chosen.

The doorbell had already rang several times, and he finally pushed me away like garbage, threw my clothes over my head, sat down on the couch and ordered, "Look who it is." ”

I put on my clothes, didn't dare to ask more, turned around and walked to the door, and his voice came again: "Put the gun on the muffler, it's a strip and it's dead, do it cleanly." ”

I hurriedly turned around and asked, "What's the strip?" ”

He glared at him, his eyes fierce: "Police." ”

I felt dizzy and my legs began to tremble: "I don't have a gun......"

He frowned, picked up his clothes on the ground, and threw them back in disgust when he found a rabbit on his chest. I hurriedly reassured him: "It's okay, don't be afraid, even if it's a policeman!" Get dressed and don't make a sound! ”

He looked at the clothes on the floor and frowned tightly.

"Put it on." He's still naked: "Hide in the bedroom, don't worry, I won't let them in!" ”

It was the police who knocked on the door.

I feel like it's not simple, but no matter what, he's my husband. Unless the police have an arrest warrant, no one will want to take him away!

I opened the door and went out, then opened the security door downstairs.

Two policemen showed their police ID cards, and one of them asked, "Is your husband back?" ”

"I'm back."

The policeman asked, "Can we meet him?" ”

"My husband is already asleep." I tried to calm myself: "What's the matter with the two of you?" ”

"At five o'clock this afternoon, there was a car bombing in Caserta, Italy," the police said. After investigation, we suspect that your husband is related and need his cooperation in the inquiry. ”

"But my husband isn't feeling well." Just kidding, right? How can this kind of thing have something to do with traditional sounds? I'll have to ask him later, but now I have to get the police first, so I lied: "My husband came home the day after I called the police, and we've been together to this day." If you have any questions, you can ask me directly. ”

Due to the law, the police could not break into my house right now, so they asked me a few questions. It's what my husband is doing these days, whether he has been out of the house, whether he has been in contact with anyone. Fanyin's usual life is very simple, and it won't be a problem for me to make it up. After questioning, the policeman walked away.