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The thumb of the other hand rubbed Song Weiyu's face, "Have you beaten enough? Do you still remember how many times you slapped me?"

Every time, it was because he mentioned Chen Fang.

"Song Weiyu, why do you hit me because of another man? What did I do wrong?"

"It's not because of him." She suddenly explained.

The previous times, it was to force him to divorce, but this time, it was because he said she was dirty and became angry.

Every time it was not because of Chen Fang, "Actually, every time, it was not because of him."

Looking at the finger marks on the side of Fu Haitang's face, he regretted that he had hit him so hard just now.

"Do you think I will believe it?"

Just as she was about to explain it to him, a cold touch suddenly appeared on the side of her face. She never thought it could be something like a blade, and wanted to turn her head to look.

"Don't move!" Fu Haitang's voice was deep.

She stared blankly into the man's eyes and heard him say with a smile: "If such a beautiful face is scratched by a blade, do you think Chen Fang will still want you?"

So, Fu Haitang is pointing a knife at her now?

He's crazy?

Song Weiyu finally understood why Fu Haitang asked just now, "If I change, will you be afraid of me?" '

He has indeed changed.

It became incomprehensible to her.

The violence beating in Fu Haitang's eyes was something she had never seen before, as well as the veins on the side of his neck and the tense arms.

This is so abnormal.

Song Weiyu thought of the medicines Fu Haitang took, the convoluted names of the medicines, and the doctor who appeared at Fu's.

All these phenomena point to one problem: Fu Haitang is ill.

It's also likely that those drugs are not just for insomnia.

"You're sick, aren't you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Song Weiyu didn't care about the blade on the side of his face at all.

He also forgot about the insulting words he said just now, and reached out to touch the painful place on the side of Fu Haitang's face where she had hit him.

He opened his eyes wide and tried to see what this man was hiding.

She kept moving, and Fu Haitang had to hold the blade slightly away from her face, fearing that she would rub it on herself.

But we still met.

There was a brief sting on the side of his face, and Song Weiyu froze, looking at the man in front of him in disbelief.

Fu Haitang's hand holding the blade paused in the air, and he saw a bright red streak on the sharp blade.

I wanted to explain, but the voice in my heart said angrily: "She doesn't think you did it on purpose, right? Then she will definitely hate you to death, she cares so much about that face..."

When the two looked at each other, Song Weiyu touched the side of his face with trembling hands.

He stretched out his hand in front of his eyes, and the blood on his palm confirmed all this.

The hot liquid dripped down her small chin and onto the gray-pink silk, which was particularly eye-catching.

Fu Haitang looked at those few drops of blood. Even if he cut his blood vessels during self-mutilation, he still didn't feel as desperate as he did now.

He seemed to have lost the ability to speak. He opened his mouth but could not make a sound. When his ears were ringing, he heard Song Weiyu say: "Fu Haitang, you didn't mean to hurt me, right?"

Does she still believe him?

I can't describe what I feel in my heart, my mania is suppressed by despair, I am out of control and wrapped in heartache.

Under the dual catalysis of drugs and diseases, the hormones in his body were so disordered that he felt worse than death.

He shook his head slightly, his eyes quickly became bloodshot, but not a word came out of his mouth.

Just look at her with tears in her eyes, watching the blood fall from her cheeks.

"I'm not... I wasn't just now..."

boom! The bathroom door was kicked open, and Chen Fang approached with a gloomy expression.

He saw Song Wei sitting on the sink with her raincoat uncovered, the blood on her face, and her eyes red from crying.

"Fu Haitang, what are you doing!" He punched him hard in the face.

Chen Fang has been practicing boxing all year round. If he punched with such anger, those thin men would have fainted and died.

Fu Haitang was hit by him and hit the wall. His spirit was on the verge of collapse, and his hope was dim, so he slowly sat in the corner along the wall.

Chen Fang ignored him and quickly took off his shirt and put it on Song Weiyu.

When buttoning up, he saw hickeys and teeth marks on Song Weiyu's chest.

His eyes darkened, and he turned to look at her, only to find that she was looking at the wretched man in the corner.

It stands to reason that I was hurt, especially my face.

She should be angry and afraid of resentment, but at this moment, Chen Fang only saw the distress for that man in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." He pulled Song Weiyu's head back, put it on his shoulder, and patted her comfortingly.

After hearing the words "Don't be afraid," Fu Haitang slowly raised his head from the corner and looked at Song Weiyu.

Didn't she believe him? Why are you afraid again?

Yes, of course she would be afraid. He pointed the knife at her and scratched her.

Saying such outrageous words to her again...

With Song Weiyu's character, no one in the world can get her forgiveness after doing these things.

He looked at Song Weiyu, looking into the distance to no avail.

Chen Fang looked at him, slowly placed Song Weiyu in his arms, held him up, and held her securely.

He took out a voice recorder and threw it on him.

The recorder hit the man's arm and landed on the floor with a thud.

"Fu Haitang, look how crazy you are now. Don't say she doesn't want to go back. Even if she wants to, I won't let her go back."

Song Weiyu subconsciously wanted to look back at Fu Haitang, but Chen Fang held his head and buried it on his shoulders, "Don't look at him, you're dirty."

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