There's nothing wrong with him doing this, but the second half of my life is so long, I can't always be in the same direction as him.

I said, "I'll go back now, but your shirt has to be ...... first."

He didn't have the patience to listen to me, pointed out the door, and ordered: "Get out!"

I was stunned, but his eyes widened, and a raging fire seemed to burst out of his eyes: "Get out!" Don't let me see you again! ”

I crawled to the other side of the bed, and when I went down, I didn't bother looking for my purse and other things, and ran away.

But the footsteps behind me came, and although I ran there, his arm had already blocked it, and I struggled hard, but he still took me into his arms.

His trembling voice sounded in his ears: "Don't go...... Lingling, don't go. ”

I struggled and his thick arm pressed against my back, and I suspect it was pressing against my lungs, for I felt a little hard to breathe, which not only made it difficult for me to speak, but also greatly drained my strength.

I don't know how long he hugged me like this, maybe he noticed that my body was a little soft, he relaxed a little, but he still hugged me, looking a little nervous: "Is it uncomfortable?"

I ignored him, silently adjusting my breathing.

He asked, "Are you dizzy?"

"Don't get dizzy." I pulled his hand away, and I wanted to go home, but I knew that saying so would anger him, and of course I couldn't afford to suffer such a loss.

He relaxed, put his palm on my face, wiped the tears that came out of my face with his thumb, and said, "I'm sorry...... Don't cry, don't be afraid. ”

As he spoke, he took me into his arms again.

I didn't want to move, I didn't want to talk, and I wasn't stupid enough to continue arguing with him. I just thought it was ironic, and just now, within half an hour, I felt that he had finally learned to respect my feelings and change himself.

After a while, he let go again, probably thinking that my face was better, and asked, "Shall you go to dinner?"

I nodded.

He became worried again, touched my forehead with his palm, and asked, "It's really not uncomfortable, is it?"

I shook my head.

He was silent.

I went downstairs with him, and there was no one downstairs, and the table was set, but the food was already cold.

Fanyin pulled me and sat me down on a chair on one side and said, "I'm going to hot the dish."

I nodded.

He was carrying the food to the heat, and I was going to take advantage of the opportunity to run away, but the kitchen was next door, the door was open, and the door to the outside was too far away to succeed.

So I just sat down.

Soon, he had warmed up the meal, brought it back to him, and sat down across from me.

I picked up the knife and fork, and he didn't speak, but ate in silence.

I remember that Pu Lan once told me that most of the best dishes in the world taste when they are just served on the table, and no matter how delicious the dishes are, once they are returned to the pot, the taste will be greatly reduced.

And the relationship between me and Fanyin, from the first pot, has been terrible.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when I finished eating, so I put down my knife and fork and said, "Thank you for cooking for me."

He smiled and asked, "Is it still a good mouthful?"

"It's delicious." I said, "Thank you."

He asked, "What do you want to do next?" Tired? ”

I tentatively said, "I want to go home."

He disagreed: "What about the others?"

I said, "I have a lot of schedules for tomorrow, so I have to get up early in the morning."

He stopped talking, just looked at me.

I knew what he meant, but I didn't dare to speak, so I had to hold my teacup and be silent.

After a while, he opened his mouth: "I was wrong just now, I shouldn't have lost my temper to scare you." But I think you're inexplicable, you know your physical condition, and you still love me, what you said is not a problem. What the hell do you want? ”

I didn't speak.

"Lingling, as long as you come back, I promise that I will never bully you again, and I will never make you sad again, just like we did when we were in the United States before." He was quite bitter: "You like me to spoil you, no problem, I spoil you like to spoil you, and I can be better than her."

I still didn't speak.

He was a little anxious again: "Lingling? Don't you have anything to say? ”

"I'm going to be yelled at by you if I say the wrong thing," I said, "and I'm going to be beaten if I don't get it right, I don't have anything to say."

He sneered, "I was sorry just now."

But it's because I'm too inexplicable.

I lowered my head to drink my tea, avoiding his gaze.

After a long while, his voice came again: "You can say whatever you want, I promise not to get angry."

I put down my teacup and looked at him, "Are you sure you don't know what I mean?"

"I know." He said, "You want to come back, but you don't dare."

"Mistaken." I said, "I've changed my mind."

He frowned, "Is it because I just lost my temper with you?"

"Yes."

"I won't."

"There's no way I'm going to believe it." I said, "You can't even treat my 'inexplicable' with a normal heart, and I don't dare to give up everything I have for you." And not only that, I regret everything I've done these days, but for the sake of you having nothing to lose, so be it. ”

I was about to open his mouth after I finished speaking, but I quickly interrupted: "You said a minute ago that you won't be angry, and you won't forget it now, right?"

"Don't get angry." He laughed suddenly, picked up a piece of candy and put it in the teacup, stirred it with a spoon, and said, "I understand what you mean, I won't waste time if you express it like this earlier."

I asked, "Can I go now?"

"It's obvious to go back dressed like this." His demeanor and tone were gentle: "Stay here tonight, I'll send someone to buy you clothes later."

I said, "I'll ask my driver to buy it now."

"I was sent back a long time ago," he said softly, "I thought you had come today with a plan in mind, and you wouldn't go back."

If so, I'd at least bring a suitcase, right? Apparently he meant to keep me today.

Naturally, I don't want to believe it easily: "Can I say I insist on going back?"

"Yes." He said, "Then go back yourself."

"Where's my phone?"

"There's no power."

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