Xingchen waited.
Late at night, Ye Duoxin sat on the cold big bed, looking at the number on the mobile phone screen, wanting to dial but not daring. He listened to the ticking sound of the clock, this was the ninety-third day of his empty room alone after marriage, zero zero mobile phone rang, Ye Duoxin quickly sat up. The corners of his lips hooked, and his eyes that were still lonely just now were instantly full of radiance. He adjusts his breathing and presses the answer button. As soon as Jincheng's voice fell, the voice on the other end of the phone made him shiver.
Jincheng Jincheng, I love you so much! The mobile phone fell, and Ye Duoxin covered her mouth in surprise, and tears rolled down. The woman's voice was familiar to him, it was his half-sister Su Xiaorou, and the mobile phone number was Xi Jincheng's, indicating that they were together at the moment. The woman on the other end of the phone saw that the effect was almost the same.
He looked in the direction of the hall, where Xi Jincheng was still drinking with people. He hung up the phone proudly and deleted the call log. Then put it back in the pocket of Xi Jincheng's coat, pretended that nothing had happened, and walked over coquettishly with a wine glass. Ye Duoxin sat on the bed and smiled bitterly, he had been looking forward to Xi Jincheng's return, it turned out that he had someone outside for a long time. At three o'clock in the morning, Xi Jincheng's whole person was a little drunk.
He pushed open the door of the master bedroom, but he didn't expect to face Ye Duoxin's red and swollen eyes crying, and I don't know why I saw him so pitiful. Xi Jincheng felt a little unbearable in his heart. But this feeling is only for a moment, he made such a big mistake and should be treated like this, who to show when he pretended to cry in this miserable situation at night? Xi Jincheng looked at him with cold eyes, and his eyes were full of disdain and mockery, I will pour you a glass of honey water when you come back.
Ye Duoxin sat for a night, he thought that he would not come back tonight. He wiped his tears in a panic and walked out of bed, and at the moment when he wiped Xi Jincheng's side, a strong force pushed him against the wall, don't pretend to be a good wife and mother for me. You are nothing more than an abominable woman who plays with other people's lives. Now pretending to be kind again, Xi Jincheng thought of his dead father with red eyes, and he couldn't wait to cut Ye Duoxin by a thousand cuts.
Ye Duoxin leaned against the cold wall, a biting chill hit, but this cold was not as cold as a thousandth of the cold in his heart, the cold leaf, the spring breeze rustled the curtains, and the man's voice became more and more cold. Ye Duoxin felt the pain in her body, her brows furrowed and tears silently flowed. I think he was the son of the Ye family's housekeeper, and he was the eldest lady of the Ye family.
But now that feng shui has taken turns and changed, he has become the upstart of the upper class of City A, the elite of the financial world, and he has become the target of his revenge. He raised his eyes to look at Ye Duoxin, who was like a rag doll, and his disgust and resentment were not concealed at all. Ye Duoxin, you should be glad that you still have capital here, otherwise your half-dead murderer father would have died a long time ago.
The man looked at him condescendingly, his eyes full of coldness: My father is not a murderer, he was framed. Ye Duoxin bandaged it, his little face that was still weak just now was full of anger, he could endure Xu Jincheng's insults, but he couldn't slander his father. Xu Jincheng ignored his anger and laughed: Hmph, not a murderer. So how did my dad die? Could it be that he wronged him in his suicide note for no reason? This must be a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding that you said easily. A misunderstanding of yours can clear your father's crime, then what about my father, did he die in vain?
Xu Jincheng angrily pinched Ye Duoxin's neck, he still has to quibble: Ye Duoxin is struggling uncomfortably, Ye Duoxin, you better not challenge my endurance, otherwise I will send him to see King Yan tomorrow. After saying that, he threw Ye Duoxin on the bed vigorously, then turned around and went to the bathroom, leaving Ye Duoxin alone on the bed and sobbed.
There was a sound of water in the bathroom, and Ye Duoxin sat up with strong spirits, and cold sweat was on his brain. He pulled open the drawer on the lower floor of the bedside table, took out a plastic bottle, and poured a few pills out. Just about to raise his head and swallow, he suddenly remembered something, changed his hand and threw the tablet into the trash can next to it. Then hurriedly push back the drawer. He covered the quilt and curled up, recalling the doctor's words Miss Ye, you have liver cancer and need chemotherapy as soon as possible, otherwise your body will not last for 1 year. In 1 year he was about to die.
Thinking of these Ye Duoxin's tears flowing down like a broken thread, he still has a lot of things to complete, he can't die, and the truth has not been clarified. His father is definitely not a murderer, and he wants to leave Xu Jincheng a child that belongs to them.
