I gave him a blank look and said, "Get out." Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info don't delay me from taking medicine. ”

Instead, he came, got down on one knee, and grabbed my calf.

I was startled and quickly shrunk my legs: "What are you doing?"

"Help me with the medicine," he said, holding my knee and putting a kiss on it, bowing his head, "Your Majesty."

He suddenly made me feel embarrassed, "Don't call me that, and don't need you." ”

He smiled, ignored me, and opened the medicine box.

I couldn't resist him, so I didn't move, just looked at him, and wondered what he was thinking now.

After a long silence, he asked, "How many men do you have?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"Nothing." He looked up and gave me a meaningful look, "I think I should still use a condom."

I said, "Is it too late for you to say this?"

"I didn't say anything about me." He said.

I didn't speak, just looked at him.

After a while, his tone changed to relaxed: "Most people like Mr. Mo and Miss Feng are sick, and as far as I know, they are also poisonous. You'd better have less to do with them. ”

I said, "You're not much cleaner."

He glanced at me again, "I'm not sick."

I said, "You let go."

"The reason why your sister designed you in this way is because you are always with them and have a good reputation," he said, instead of letting go, he was determined to lecture me: "So that even if she does, and you sue your father, your father will not be too shocked, anyway, you yourself will always do this nonsense." If you have a better reputation and a better self-cleansing, his attitude will definitely be better than it is now. ”

I said, "You let go."

He stopped talking and looked up at me.

I got annoyed and tried to pull my leg out, but he clenched it before me. I was even more irritable and shoved at him.

He didn't get better, and he was overdrawn again in the past two days, and I kicked him to the ground, and he let go.

I stood up and looked at him, pointed to the door, and said, "Get out."

He frowned at first, but after a while he smiled, sat down on the ground in a leisurely manner, and said, "Don't associate with them all day long if I don't want me to misunderstand."

"Who do you think you are?" I asked, "What's the right to misunderstand?"

The smile on his face froze, and his brows furrowed: "Su Lingyu."

Not wanting to see him at all, I turned and walked towards the door, arranging my dressing gown. When his hand was on the doorknob, his voice came from behind him: "Where are you going?"

"Mr. Mo's party."

I went out and got my phone, dialed the assistant's number, and just said, "Boss, what did you ...... just now?"

The phone was snatched again, this time directly into the TV, making a loud noise.

I stared at the instigator Fan Yin, and was about to open my mouth to question, when I saw him raise his hand in a furious face, as if he was about to strangle me at any moment. I quickly closed my mouth and couldn't help but take a step back, and my legs were a little weak. At the same time, the hand he was about to slap me dropped and grabbed my arm instead.

I didn't dare to resist, he dragged me to the bed, and then he let go and turned around.

Seeing this, I hurriedly got out of bed, but he suddenly stopped and ordered without looking back: "Stay!"

I paused for a moment and watched him enter the bathroom.

Of course, I couldn't really stay in bed, so I quickly opened the drawer, opened the box inside, took out the pistol, quickly loaded the bullet, and was about to get out of bed, when Fanyin had already come out with the medicine box.

I hurriedly raised my gun and pointed it at him, saying, "Don't move!"

He stopped.

I got out of bed and pointed a gun at him. I found that the door between the door and the bathroom was too close and had to be quick when I got there, because he reached out quickly.

After all, Fanyin was pointed at gunpoint, so he stood still, motionless, and looked at me coldly.

I walked slowly to the door, and just as I unscrewed the doorknob, Fanyin suddenly reached out to me, and I hurriedly pulled the bolt to try to load the pistol. But I didn't succeed, and before I could even see how he did it, I felt a sharp pain in my wrist, a click, and a gun pointed at my head. I was subconsciously stunned, and Fan Yin stood in front of me, holding a pistol, and said expressionlessly, "Go back to bed."

I had to go back to bed and sit down, and he came up with a pistol and a medicine box and said, "Lie down."

I lay down obediently, and he sat down again, pulled my legs, and began to apply the medicine.

I saw that he had the pistol in his hand, and as soon as I reached out, I could take it, and I tried to reach for it several times, but the pistol was safe, and I needed to load it immediately, and my hand was unstable and easy to misfire. And the bolt was tight, and my wrist was still hurting, so I wouldn't be faster than he snatched the pistol after loading and then pointing the gun at him. Thinking about the way he had just raised his hand, and then thinking about his methods, he still gave up.

Now I really regret it, but fortunately I am stronger than him, as long as it is not for the current situation of fighting for physical strength, I will not suffer.

While I was pondering for a while, he had already applied the medicine, pulled the quilt over and covered me, and his expression was already relaxed: "I'm sorry."

I tentatively asked, "Are you angry again?"

He looked at me and said, "If you don't want to be beaten, don't mention the group of people with the surname Mo."

Naturally, I didn't dare to quarrel with him, so I lowered my eyebrows and said, "Got it."

Then he didn't speak and sat on the edge of the bed looking at me.

I didn't want to look at him, so I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

I don't know why things are the way they are, why I can't get along with the sound of the various states.

After a few more moments, he asked, "Hello?"

I didn't say anything, intending to keep pretending.

He started pushing me, and kept shouting, "Hey."

I got annoyed, opened my eyes and said, "I don't call for hey!"

He laughed, "So what do I call you?" You can't still call Miss Su. ”

"Why not?"

"It's too rusty." "After all, the relationship is already very close," he said.

"Just Miss Su." It's better to keep it rusty.

He ignored me and narrowed his eyes: "You call me Yinyin, what do I call you?" Yuyu is very awkward, how is Lingling? ”

"Not good." I said, "Miss Su."

He was obviously unwilling, so he directly changed the topic: "No wonder your subordinates have an ed expression on their faces, it must be very hard to face a boss like you who has unprovoked seizures all day long."

I said, "I had a seizure because you said something you shouldn't have said."

He asked, "What should I not say?"

I closed my eyes again.

There aren't many people in the circle who are clean and self-conscious, but it's like I like Fanyin, a pervert who beats me, it's all in the category of private life, and people didn't invite me to try it. If I don't associate with people because of these personal hobbies, I don't want to do business.

I know I've been criticized for this, but I don't care about it, because I've always lived a lot of criticism, and I can't stop people from judging me.

But I thought that Fanyin would at least not say that, he knew me.

So, those words were like knives, and I suddenly began to think, without memory, is he still the one I know? If I don't consider that he is a fanyin, is this man in front of me who thinks I am old, ugly, fierce and bad, with a straight face like a widow, like a dominatrix, with skin like sandpaper, who gives him a head down, who is a masochist, and who has a disorderly private life, is it really what I want?

When I think about this, I feel very empty.

The urge to be with him again faded a little, and I decided to contact the old man to get him away. The old man must cooperate with me, because I haven't paid the 30 million yet.

I didn't speak for a long time, and I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't sleep with fear, and finally I opened my eyes, expecting that he was no longer in front of me.

But anticipation is just anticipation, and he is still there, sitting there and looking at me.

I rolled my eyes to look at my watch, and realized that it was already 10:05, and my eyes swept to the TV with the black hole exposed, and I felt depressed again.

After I finished watching this lap, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, and I turned my head to see Fanyin's face.

He was staring at me, blinking, with the excitement of a child hiding something and longing to be discovered.

His upper teeth bit his lower lip slightly, as if he were forcing himself not to speak.

This demeanor is naturally too inconsistent with a mature man, so I froze, looked into his eyes, and had an indescribable feeling in my heart.

Finally, he narrowed his eyes, and his joy was so real: "Wife!"

I froze, unable to give any response.

"Wife!" He took my hand as if he had been reunited with me after a long absence, and reached out to touch my cheek: "What's wrong with you?" Wife? ”

He called me a few times before I finally recovered from the shock: "Yinyin?"

He kept his mouth small, and laughed on the basis of that little one, an expression that he used to use to play tricks on me, like a child.

I couldn't react anymore, just looking at him, a huge blank in my head.

He finally paid attention and restrained his smile: "Wife?" He asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

Then I came back to my senses: "Are you ...... Britney? ”

"That's right." He was also a little nervous: "Wife, what's wrong with you?"

"I ......"

I lost my voice again.

Britney appears, which means he still has two personalities.

This......

While I was in a daze, Fanyin became more anxious, grabbed my arm and said, "Wife! You ......"

I screamed and opened his hand.

He froze.

I didn't say anything.

I don't know why, the moment he held my hand, I suddenly felt particularly resistant. It felt like overpower, and it made people uncomfortable.

Fanyin stayed for a long time before he came back to his senses, tears welled up in his eyes all of a sudden, and he said, "Wife......" His mouth also flattened, "What's wrong with you?"

I didn't speak, I quickly flipped it and rushed to the telephone, although the gun was still in his hand, but I didn't care so much.

I picked up the phone, dialed and rushed into the bathroom and locked the door.