Pu Lan smiled slightly awkwardly and said, "You're welcome." ”

Fanyin didn't speak again, and I wasn't actually in the mood to say hello. Of course, Pu Lan could also see it, and said, "If it's okay, I'll leave first." ”

Only then did Fanyin speak: "I will send someone to your house tomorrow to give gifts." ”

"No, you don't." Pu Lan said: "A little favor, I know that Mr. Fan has not been going well recently, so I'll leave it until I have the opportunity to give it together." ”

I think Pu Lan has good intentions, for fear that Fanyin will refute other people's face with fancy and machismo. But fortunately, Fanyin didn't, not only did he not, but his attitude was quite good, and he said: "Then I'm not welcome, and after I recover in a few days, you can ask for anything." ”

Pu Lan smiled and nodded, her expression relaxed, and said to me, "Then I'll go back." ”

"Okay." I said, "Thank you so much for today." ”

After Pu Lan left, Fanyin seemed to calm down a lot, and the expression on his face was no longer so unfriendly.

It wasn't too far from our house, so I drove back with us. Fanyin's hand was not lightly injured, and it was wrapped like a zongzi. I thought he would be in the passenger seat, so that even if he didn't speak, I could talk to him and explain it. But he went straight into the back row, and I couldn't open my mouth.

Then I got home.

It was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, and it stands to reason that I should be so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes, but the matter was still hanging, and I didn't feel sleepy at all. Fanyin went to the restaurant for supper, I wasn't hungry, but I followed.

He eats a sandwich, and the fish in it looks delicious, and I want to eat it too, but when Fanyin is angry, it's a time bomb, maybe it exploded because of something, and I didn't dare to talk about it.

It was as if he hadn't seen me, and he ate in silence. After struggling with myself for a while, I tentatively opened my mouth: "Yinyin ......"

He didn't say anything, but he didn't tell me to get out of here.

"You know, the situation was dangerous, and I wanted you to come out, but he wouldn't go." I said, "That's why I said those things to coax him, just to ......."

"Get out." He interrupted me again.

"I know it doesn't sound like real now, but you at least let me ......"

"Get out." He raised his eyes, a menacing gaze full of menace.

I was a little helpless: "He kept messing with me, saying that because I liked you, you weakened him, so he stuck and refused to ......"

"Smack"!

He suddenly slammed the knife in his hand on the marble tabletop, and the knife buzzed. I was so frightened that I stopped, and he stood up, looked at me like garbage, and turned away.

I wanted to chase after him, but I couldn't give up on the remaining sandwich, so I took two bites of his sandwich. It was as delicious as I thought it would be, even though I didn't think it was at all before I got pregnant.

After eating two bites, Uncle Lin came in and said, "Madam, Mr. is going out!" ”

The only eight bodyguards have just died, and the matter has not yet been clarified, what is he going out to do now? Just to be angry with me?

I hurriedly went out with Uncle Lin, and when I arrived at the door, Fanyin had just changed his clothes and was downstairs.

When I reached the top of the stairs, he had already arrived, and as if he didn't see me, he kept walking.

I followed and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

He was silent, and his footsteps did not stop.

"It's so late, and something has just happened, I'm not at ease for you to run out like this! And you're going to listen to me, huh? It will be clear in ten minutes! I didn't dare to pull him, for fear that he would be in a hurry, so I could only nag behind him: "Isn't it too arbitrary for you to lose your temper when you say this?" ”

Thinking that he couldn't stop my thoughts, he suddenly stopped.

I also hurriedly stopped.

"One step forward," he said, leaning over and pointing in the direction of the stairs, without the slightest hint of amusement, "I'll kick you from there again." ”

"But I really lied to him......"

He suddenly turned around, grabbed my arm before I could come back to my senses, and dragged me to the corner of the stairs.

I can't describe how I felt during those few minutes.

Because I was confused.

I often consoled myself that he wanted to kill me, that he didn't love me, that he wished I had died sooner. In his mind, killing someone like a weak chicken like me is not a big deal at all.

I thought it was just him who didn't love me before.

I thought he started loving me and everything was going to be okay.

But looking at the steep pitch-black staircase at this moment, I was reminded for a moment of what had happened on this part of the staircase that year: even though I pleaded, I begged, I promised to get out of the way, and not to disturb him at all, he kicked me away.

I've always tried not to remember it, but it's a wound in my heart that will never heal.

The voice of the traditional voice pulled me back to reality: "Shut up? ”

I didn't speak.

Still holding my arm, he unceremoniously pulled me forward and asked, "Do you still want to follow?" ”

I came to my senses and shook my head.

Only then did he let go and turned upstairs.

I didn't chase him, but he stopped after a few steps. After standing in place for a while, he turned around, still in a tone of reprimand and command: "Explain." ”

I didn't speak.

He still didn't leave, but waited in place for a while, and asked impatiently, "Didn't you shout that you wanted to explain?" ”

If I hadn't been pregnant, I'd have told him by now that I'm not going to explain, that what I said was true. I just don't love him, and the ghost will love him as a pervert! I don't love Britney either, that selfish child, neither of them is worthy of love!

But I don't dare to say that, I'm not afraid that he will hit me, but I'm really afraid that he will kick me again.

So I didn't say anything, I didn't dare to speak my tongue, and I just stood there in a daze. Now I wish he was gone.

But Fanyin never let me get my wish, he didn't leave, but stood where he was, waited for a while, and didn't see me answer, and actually walked towards me.

I was afraid that he would pull me again, and throw me again, holding on to the railing, and backing up until he stopped.

"You kept talking about it when I didn't want to hear it, and now I want to hear it, and you have this attitude again." He frowned, and still came to Xingshi to ask, "What do you want?" ”

I didn't speak.

Of course, he was bored talking to himself, and he was dumbfounded for a long time before asking, "It's all a lie to him?" ”

I still didn't speak.

He once again showed a look of impatience: "Su Lingyu! ”

I didn't say a word, and he came up to me, and I couldn't dodge, and he grabbed my arm again.

I panicked and heard him ask, "What the hell do you mean?" ”

“……”

"What the hell are you going to do?" His hand clenched tighter and tighter, and my arm will definitely be green tomorrow: "If you don't speak, I'll really throw you away!" ”

"Throw it." If he throws it away, I will die if I die, and if I don't die, I will die and divorce him, and I don't have to have another child to continue to suffer, which doesn't seem bad to think about. I don't know if I'm impulsive now, but in the past ten minutes, I suddenly feel very tired. I knew he was bullying me, he used to bully me because he didn't love me, and now he has a new excuse to bully.

Anyway, it just can't make me feel better.

He bit his lip and looked very angry: "That's what I asked you to say?" ”

"I know why you care so much about my words, because you know how bad you are." I said, "So my words are from the heart, absolutely not mixed with water." I'm just going to explain that I'm just afraid that you'll be angry, because you'll hit me when you're angry. ”

He didn't speak.

I looked up and asked, "Is that okay?" Or do you have to kick me out? A few days ago, you told me that you were scared last time, and I really had a brain disease to believe that. You can kick if you want, and it's not like you haven't kicked anyway. ”

He didn't say a word, and after a long time, he finally let go.

I was about to turn around and leave, but he put his arm around him again and said, "Okay." ”

I didn't speak.

He stroked my back again, and his tone was much softer: "Don't be afraid, I didn't mean to scare you. ”

Scold.

I thought he was so hypocritical that I couldn't help but push him away.

He didn't say anything, as if he really knew he was wrong, grabbed my hand and stood there looking at me.

I asked, "Do you have anything else to say?" ”

He was such a clever man, and of course I could see that I didn't want him to speak, so I shook my head and said, "Let's go, go to bed." ”

I didn't speak, he dragged me upstairs, freshened up, and lay down at almost four o'clock.

Instead of getting into his arms as I usually would, I turned my back to him and looked at the night light near the wall, thinking about the scene I had just seen.

I'm so sad and at a loss.

Fanyin didn't hug me, as if he was lying quite far away from me.

I heard him call me in my sleep, and although I didn't answer, he quickly began to speak: "You really didn't love me? ”

Of course I didn't answer, and he didn't ask again.

When I woke up the next morning, I was already walking my dog outside. Broken Dog kept bringing the ball to him and asking him to throw it, and he was already able to understand some instructions.

Fanyin threw it one after another, and when he was fine, the dog lay down beside him and rested his head on his lap.

As I passed him, he glanced at me with his eyes as if nothing had happened, and there was a slight smile on his face: "Morning, lazy pig." ”

"Early."

Apparently it was because I kept a straight face, which made him start to embarrass him. He put away his smile, looked at me, and asked, "Walking?" ”

"Hmm."

"I'll accompany you?"

"No thanks."

But he had already stood up, threw the ball far away, came over and put his arm around my shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Still angry?" ”

My expression has revealed my heart, so I don't want to deny it.

"Yesterday it was me who was wrong." He squeezed my shoulder and said, "Don't be angry, beware of the child being depressed in the future." ”

"I want to have an abortion."

You could feel him freeze all over.