if love is invisible

Resisting the urge to pinch her neck, Han Feishen said in a deep voice, "Chen Mian, my patience is limited. Today I will treat you as if you are sick, unconscious and talking nonsense. If there is a next time..."

He didn't finish, he believed that Chen Mian understood what she meant.

However, Chen Mian just 'looked' at him, and there seemed to be a monstrous hatred in his empty eyes, and Han Feichen couldn't help but backed away.

But the tone softened: "You have a good rest, I'll let Xiaoqi in."

Before Chen Mian could answer, Han Fei turned around and left the room.

Chen Mian suffered from postpartum depression, and Han Feichen searched the Internet for information about this disease, and finally went to the back mountain and picked a handful of flowers of the kapok. He remembered seeing her picking a lot of flowers Come back and put it in the room.

The pink petals carried the unique coolness of sunshine and autumn. Han Feishen put them in a transparent vase and brought them to Chen Mian's room. Seeing her sleeping, Han Feishen put the flowers and went out .

Chen Mian seemed to be aware of it, and she woke up as soon as Han Fei and Shen just turned around.

Han Feishen told Xiaoqi outside the door, his voice was deliberately lowered: "Young Madam is not in a good mood, you don't need to do other things, spend more time chatting with Young Madam."

Xiao Qi pursed her lips and said, "But what Young Madam needs most is your company!"

Han Fei pursed his lips.

After a pause, he spoke again: "I still have something to do, I'll come back later, if you have anything to do, just call my cell phone."

Hearing Han Feishen's footsteps going away, Chen Mian raised her lips and smiled.

Han Feishen didn't even bother to do superficial work.

"Xiao Qi!" she shouted, "Call me."

After the call was made, Chen Mian calmed down and said, "Chen Luoluo, I'm really sorry, I didn't die, and Han Feichen didn't divorce me either! So—"

"You'd better not appear in front of me, otherwise, I will definitely avenge my daughter!"

Chen Luoluo was furious on the phone: "Chen Mian, you are shameless! Ah Chen, the person he loves is obviously me! It was you who tricked him into marrying him! Ah Chen is right, a person like you is not a pity to die! I I shouldn't be pleading for you! Let you and your daughter die together!"

Chen Mian chuckled, "Really?"

Chen Luoluo gasped: "Chen Mian, you accept your fate, so what if he knew that you were the one who saved him back then? Even if he knew that you were the one who had been dating him online? Even if he knew that you were the one who saved him that night So what if you are the one he is with? You are already blind! You are no longer worthy of him! Ah Chen is so good, how can he be with a blind man?"

"And Chen Mian!"

"He and I already have a daughter, why do you—"

Chen Mian interrupted: "As long as I am still Han Feichen's wife, you Chen Luoluo will still be a mistress, and your daughter will still be an illegitimate daughter!"

"Chen Mian, wait! I will never let you go!" Chen Luoluo hung up the phone with a snap.

Chen Mian returned the phone to Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi looked worried: "Young Madam, pay more attention to your body."

After thinking about it, he said, "I think the young master still cares about you very much. He was looking at your wedding photos last night! Young lady, if you live well, you will definitely be able to snatch the young master back!"

Chen Mian curled her lips: "Han Feishen is no longer worth my time, Xiaoqi, I don't love him anymore."

Han Fei came back from Shenzhe, just in time to hear her words.

This was the third time he heard her say that she no longer loved him, and his mood became strange again, with anger, panic, and a feeling he couldn't describe.

Going downstairs silently, Han Feishen disappeared all afternoon and didn't come back until evening.

After stopping the car, Han Feichen got out of the car with a bouquet of roses in his arms.

He somehow remembered what the doctor said, and when he came back, he passed by a flower shop and bought a bouquet of roses without even thinking about it.

It was already dark, and Shiwo Mountain at night was colder than other places. When Han Fei stepped into Ziwei Courtyard, he was met with a breath several degrees colder than outside the courtyard.

There was a faint cry of a baby coming from the inside out.

Han Fei frowned and walked in quickly. The baby's crying became clearer. When he stepped into the living room, the crying stopped suddenly, and he subconsciously tightened his pace.

"father!"

"Dad! Daddy! Daddy!"

"Wow wow wow..."

The baby's voice came from all directions in the living room, converging together, the cries and cries kept repeating and overlapping, and the wind gusted outside, creating a ghostly atmosphere.

However, Han Feichen just frowned, then found four early education machines in different corners of the living room, and turned them off one by one.

Who is playing tricks?
"Aunt Xue!" Han Fei called out, but no one answered.

Han Feichen seemed to have thought of something, and rushed upstairs immediately. When he was approaching the door of the master bedroom, he tripped over something under his feet. He lowered his head, and when he saw what was under his feet, his eyebrows bulged.

It was a simulated little doll with a delicate appearance. When Han Feichen stared at it, it seemed to be staring at him too, with strange eyes.

Han Feishen picked up the little doll and put it in his arms.

With his hand on the doorknob, suddenly, a warm liquid dripped onto the back of his hand, one drop, two drops, three drops... Soon, his entire hand was stained red by the unknown liquid.

The baby's mournful cries and complaints sounded in my ears again.

Han Fei turned the doorknob with a cold face.

The lights in the room were brightly lit, and a dozen imitation dolls with resentful eyes lined up came into his eyes.

Countless voices came from behind the little doll:

"Dad, why don't you want me?"

"Dad, I'm in so much pain!"

"Father, I'm so angry, woo woo woo woo..."

Han Fei couldn't bear it anymore, and swept the row of little dolls away, but the resentful questioning continued, asking one after another: "Dad, why don't you want me?"

"That's enough, Chen Mian!" Han Feichen smashed the rose in his hand to the ground, his Qingjun face was full of anger.

This woman, from the beginning to the present, has been plotting against him and disgusting him!

He shouldn't be soft-hearted to her!

Chen Mian appeared from behind the curtain and turned off the remote control.

The crying in the room suddenly disappeared.

Han Fei frowned and looked at Chen Mian, and asked patiently, "Chen Mian, what do you want?"

"I won't make it easier for you." Chen Mian narrowed her eyes, "I said it, you forgot?"

"It doesn't matter if you forget, anyway, I will remind you every day that my daughter was killed here together by you and Chen Luoluo!" Chen Mian chuckled, "Han Feichen, you will soon You will regret it, regret not saving my daughter, regret not divorcing me!"

Han Fei stared at her for a while, then pursed his lips and said, "You're a lunatic, I don't care about lunatics."

Han Feishen dragged her to the bed, but she resisted fiercely.

Chen Mian raised his hand and slapped Han Feishen's face with a crisp sound.

Han Fei got angry, grabbed her shoulders, and squeezed out a voice through his teeth: "Chen Mian, you are looking for death!"

Chen Mian giggled: "That's right, I'm looking for death, do you dare to kill me? You don't dare! Haha!"

"If I die, the whole world will see through your image of an infatuated and good man! Your Han family's hypocrisy will be known to the whole world!"

"Han Feichen, what you owe me and your daughter, you can pay it back slowly in the rest of your life, hahahaha!"

Han Fei's chest kept rising and falling. After a while, he whispered 'crazy', turned and left the room.

He has been busy all afternoon, cold and hungry, and just wants to have a hot meal.

The light in the kitchen was on, and there was a note on the refrigerator door by the door: The rice was in the pot, and the dishes were on the table.

Han Feishen made a bowl of hot rice and brought it to the dining table, and then lifted the food cover——

Lying quietly on the dining table was a simulated baby in swaddling clothes. The baby stared at him with blood all over his face!
The bowl slipped from his hand and shattered to the ground with a thud.

Han Fei turned around, strode upstairs, and kicked open the door of the master bedroom——

"Chen Mian!"

Chen Mian sat on the railing with his legs dangling in the air, and looked at him with a smile: "This gift for you, do you like it?"