As soon as the police left, my legs were so weak that I could barely stand on my feet, and I managed to go upstairs by holding on to the wall.

Because the time period of the police's key questioning happened to be the days when he ran away and had not returned home.

If he really planned some kind of ghost bombing, then how would he live this day!

When I entered, Fanyin was leaning against the entrance door, already wearing the clothes he wore when he came back last time, holding his mobile phone in his hand, and instructed me, "Go buy me a pack of cigarettes." ”

Who has the heart to buy him cigarettes!

I rushed up to him and asked, "What does the car bombing have to do with you?" ”

He glanced at me: "Miss, perjury will go to jail." ”

I couldn't help clenching my fists: "Fanyin! What the hell is wrong with you? The last time I went to the police station to look for you, the police told me what kind of dangerous person you are! Underworld bosses! You ......"

His hand suddenly clasped my neck and clenched it mercilessly. My throat immediately began to ache sharply, and I couldn't say a word.

He slowly tightened his fingers, his face expressionless. As the feeling of suffocation intensified, my jawbone decompressed, my tongue was squeezed out of my mouth, and my eyeballs were swollen and almost burst.

I was an orphan, but I had an adoptive father, but in all my memories I saw my adoptive father four times, two of them without any conversation, and the other two times he asked me about my homework. The only people who grew up with me were servants and bodyguards, and Fanyin was the only person in this world who cared for me, chatted with me, and was close to me, which made me feel that I was not alone in this world, so even if he didn't have anything, I still had to marry him.

But now he's going to strangle me.

Since the incident, I have always thought that he was mentally ill, and I never dared to think in the direction that he might be pretending. But now I suddenly think that maybe he just doesn't love me anymore. Then I want to tell him that I'm not a pestering person, and if so, I can go. But I couldn't speak, and for a few seconds, I thought I was dead.

The doorbell rang again, and Fan Yin let go.

I was so weak that I collapsed on the ground, my throat almost broken, and the inner walls were still sticky. A voice outside the doorbell intercom sounded in my ears: "Mr. Fan." ”

"Come in." Fanyin opened the door, turned off the intercom, and gently kicked me on the tip of his toe: "Get out." ”

I tried to squeeze out my voice: "This is my home." "It's hard for me to get those four words clear because it hurts.

He pulled my hair and stared at me with disgust in his eyes: "I told you to get out of the bedroom." ”

I was so fed up that I glared at my eyes, which were still painful, and shouted at him with all my might, "Do you know why the police are here to look for you!" ”

He tightened his fingers.

"Because legally I'm your wife!" I should have persevered to the end last time, and if there was a kind, they would have come and killed me! "If you want to divorce and have mental illness, just say it! Less amnesia! ”

He glared at me.

I glared at him, too.

Suddenly, he let go of his hand and asked coldly, "What proof do you have?" ”

"Marriage certificate."

With a sneer on his lips, he went straight to open the door.

"You just re-applied for one with me this morning!" I got up from the ground and roared, "I don't believe I'll go to the government building with me early tomorrow morning!" ”

He grabbed the doorknob and turned his head: "Okay, let you die clearly." ”

I hurriedly stopped at the door, glared at his face, and asked, "What if the marriage certificate is real!" ”

He scoffed.