Mr. Lu wants to chase his wife's crematorium

Chapter 9 Nightmare Mr. Lu disinfection is in progress.

This was the 32nd time Mr. Lu rushed to the bathroom to wash his face.

Although I was lying on the hospital bed and hung up the water, I still counted carefully for Mr. Lu.

Although I know he despises me for being dirty, my snot is not 502 superglue. He made it so obvious, everyone is embarrassed, isn't it?

I was even thinking, if I hadn't come to the hospital, would I be sleeping on Mr. Lu's bed now, or would I be forced to perform self-promotion on Mr. Lu's bed for his pleasure.

Since Mr. Lu despised me, why did Mao keep saying that he wanted to fuck me today?And why force me to meet him at least five times a week?

Is not this contradictory?

Does Mr. Lu have some hidden disease?Like a dual personality or something?

Or maybe it's Alzheimer's, and I can't remember what I said?

Besides, when Mr. Lu and I have sex, he always likes to kiss me.

I didn't realize that Mr. Lu had a habit of kissing his enemies before.

Every time he does that kind of thing with me, he just wants to torture me deliberately and enjoy the thrill of conquest.But when it started, I don’t remember. Mr. Lu’s work is no longer so monotonous. Although his skills are still poor, there are some small movements that make me overwhelmed.

He would kiss me, stick his tongue into my mouth and stir it slowly, and sometimes he would pester me to kiss me inexplicably when he didn't do it, and he wouldn't let me go until we both had difficulty breathing.

So I'm curious, snot is also one of my favorite things, how different is it from saliva?

Mr. Lu is really a double standard.

In comparison, I am much better. Mr. Lu already knows that I hate him, so I don't need to show my dislike for Mr. Lu more artificially.

Sometimes I wonder, is it because he sees me as a bully that he humiliates me without limit?

The obvious problem, I always like to find various reasons to seek balance, in fact, the weight of fate is not fair at all.

In the game between me and Mr. Lu, I have already lost completely.

There is no need for him to do anything, it is already the biggest humiliation to me when he fucks me, so why bother to disgust me by washing my face over and over again?

My thoughts have drifted far away, and Mr. Lu is still frantically washing in the bathroom.

I sighed helplessly, remembering the banner with my name written on it just now in the sea of ​​roses.

The word Tao Yan is so dazzling, I don't want to ask why. As for what is written on the back of the banner, I am not interested at all.

Things seem to be developing in an inexplicable direction, and I have an ominous premonition in my heart.

Mr. Lu fucked me for seven years, did he really have feelings for him?

He doesn't want me to be his sexual partner anymore, does he want me to be his lover?

That's why he's been doing all sorts of weird things these days, and he doesn't even hit me anymore.

If this is the case, I would rather continue to maintain the current relationship, even if he doesn't treat me as a human being.

Having a relationship with Mr. Lu is the biggest insult to my personality.

At the same time, what I am most worried about is my ten-year agreement with Mr. Lu, for fear that Mr. Lu will unilaterally ruin it.

Three years, obviously three more years before I regain my freedom.

Mr. Lu promised that he would no longer disturb my life at that time, let alone threaten me with my mother's life.

It now appears that freedom may well be out of reach.

Thinking of this, my nose became sore, the corners of my eyes were warm, and tears blurred my vision unconsciously.

Yes, I cried.

Ever since I was diagnosed with depression three years ago, I've been feeling emotional.

I like to cry for no reason, and even small things can't stop me from venting emotionally.

I became suspicious and became nervous.

Just like now, I obviously don't want to cry, but I can't control it.

I hate this disease, it ruins my pretending to be strong.

It makes me look even more of a wimp.

It made me cautious and hopeless about life.

This kind of life is worse than death, it is really too difficult.

And the source of all evil, there is only one person, and that is Mr. Lu.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door outside the ward, and Mr. Lu came out of the bathroom when he heard the noise.

I hurriedly wiped away my tears, stretched my neck and looked out.

I thought it was Mr. Lu who ordered breakfast, but the person who came in was Mr. Lu's assistant Xiaojie.

With his empty paws, he dug out a large bottle of disinfectant from the backpack behind him.

After Mr. Lu got it, he started to spray it on himself and the air, as if he didn't think it was enough, he actually wanted to use it to spray me...

I stared at Mr. Lu indifferently, my chest was heaving vigorously in anger, and my tears flowed more and more. I couldn't figure out why he humiliated me like this?

Also disinfect?

He simply gave me a bottle of dichlorvos, and I can still be clean after I die.

When Mr. Lu saw my expression, he was stunned for a moment. He immediately withdrew his hand holding the disinfectant, and carefully hid it behind him.

Typical deception...

He tentatively asked me, "Tao Yan, are your eyes uncomfortable, or are you really crying?"

I tried my best to calm down and didn't want Mr. Lu to mock me in other ways.

Because I cried more than once or twice in front of Mr. Lu, but every time he bullied me even more.

I guess the result is the same this time, so there's no need for me to humiliate myself.

"Your disinfectant is too pungent, and I get a headache." I casually found a passable reason to prevaricate.

"So you're also allergic to disinfectant?" he asked.

I didn't answer. Mr. Lu frowned and looked at me for more than a minute. I was afraid that he would be angry and spray all the disinfectant on my face.

But he didn't, Mr. Lu turned around and put the disinfectant on the windowsill, and opened the window for ventilation.

When he came back, he muttered in a low voice, "You are the only one who has a lot to do."

I feel very uncomfortable, my headache is about to explode, I guess I should take medicine, but Mr. Lu is still here, I can only endure the emotional fluctuations, lean on the bed and close my eyes to rest.

Mr. Lu called my name, and I looked up at him. Mr. Lu moved his lips, but he didn't say a complete word.

I closed my eyes again, and heard the sound of Mr. Lu standing up.

I secretly squinted my eyes to observe him, only to see Mr. Lu got up and went back to the bathroom to wash his face, taking his disinfectant with him.

"..."

After he left, I secretly took out Paxil from my trouser pocket and ate it with the water on the table.

Maybe it's a psychological effect. Unless it's hallucinations, every time I take the medicine, I feel more than half of my illness is cured.

For the rest of the time, I leaned on the hospital bed and stared at the hanging bottle in a daze, watching the medicine liquid flow into my blood vessel drop by drop, which became the only way I could pass the time.

At this time, my mobile phone rang. If it wasn't my mother calling, it must be Liuliu.

I was a little slow to react, subconsciously went to get the mobile phone from the bed, the needle in my hand was accidentally torn off by me, the back of my hand suddenly hurt, and a lot of blood flowed out.

I didn't care about it, and flipped through my coat pocket in a daze.

Mr. Lu saw this scene when he came out of the bathroom, and immediately rushed over to hold down the blood vessels in my hand, and called the nurse with a pager.

"Tao Yan, you are in such a hurry, who called you?"

Mr. Lu yelled at me, I gave him a blank look, and then looked at the caller ID.

Surprisingly, the person calling turned out to be my high school classmate Tang Jingqi.

We haven't been in touch for a long time. When I was in school, I often went out to film, and he would help me with my homework when I came back.

We also experienced a period of childhood without guessing.

Later, when he went abroad, we seldom contacted each other, and we gradually lost contact.

I was about to pick it up, but Mr. Lu didn't know why. He snatched my mobile phone and threw it out of my reach on purpose.

"Don't take it!"

"If you don't answer, don't answer, what are you always shouting at?"

I covered my ears with one fidgety hand, and my head was buzzing continuously. Maybe some hypoglycemia, or the effect of medicine, I was a little dizzy.

The mobile phone in the distance didn't make me obsessed. People who haven't been in touch for so long don't care if I reply later.

But I suddenly lost consciousness at this moment...

I had a very long dream. In the dream, I was struggling in a swamp surrounded by dead trees and rotting trees, covering the sky and the sun. It was very scary.

I can even smell the stinky gutter.

Mr. Lu, dressed in black, suddenly appeared not far from me, and gave me an evil laugh.

I begged him to help me get ashore, but he didn't move, even with a fierce look in his eyes.

Finally I found that Mr. Lu is the embodiment of this swamp, he is a vicious devil, he wants my life and devours me.

I cursed angrily.

"Lu Zheng, you are a fucking bastard! I'll kill you!"

But no matter how much I shouted, it was useless. Slowly, I felt that I was completely swallowed by the mud, and the atmosphere of despair lingered around me, making it more difficult for me to breathe.

Finally, I jumped up from the bed suddenly, breathing heavily.

It turned out to be a nightmare, but somehow real.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and I actually had the illusion of surviving after a catastrophe.

After regaining consciousness, I looked around. There were more than a dozen doctors and nurses looking at me in embarrassment, while Mr. Lu had a dark face, gnashing his teeth.

The doctor ordered a few words and left. The nurse helped me re-hung the water. After everyone else had left, Mr. Lu moved over and grabbed me by the collar and questioned me viciously.

"Tao Yan, who did you call an asshole just now?"

I was startled, and my body trembled slightly.

"Don't take the words in your dreams seriously," I said.

Mr. Lu smiled, it was kind of gloomy.

I was terrified, and couldn't think of how Mr. Lu would retaliate against me.

"Brother, you will be punished for saying the wrong thing, don't you remember?" He leaned close to my ear and whispered.

I just felt itchy at the base of my ears, subconsciously wanted to hide, but was dragged tightly by Mr. Lu.

Slowly, he let go of my collar, and slowly slid one hand down my collarbone.

I stayed still and let him do whatever he wanted.

He continued to smile evilly, his fingers gradually downward, I began to get nervous, I looked at him, he looked at me, he raised the corners of his mouth slyly, like a big cat with enough prey.

"Since my brother is so obedient, let's stop here. Let's go back and settle the account slowly."

His hands were quickly taken away from me, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

There is a food bag on the table, which seems to be today's breakfast.

Mr. Lu greeted me to eat while opening the bag, as if nothing happened just now.

I cautiously asked Mr. Lu, "How long have I been asleep?"

Mr. Lu thought for a while and returned to me, "You didn't sleep, you fainted, probably less than 10 minutes."

"So short? I thought I was dizzy for most of the day." I said incredulously.

Mr. Lu sneered, and said mockingly, "Tao Yan, you've been yelling at me in ten minutes. If you slept for half a day, would you have executed Ling Chi to death in your dream?"

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