Scumbag regrets after divorce

He slowed down his voice, and after regaining his composure, he continued to ask, "Why did you block a shot for me?"

Feng Ling lowered his head and answered softly, "I'm afraid you will die."

"Now you know how to tell the truth?" Yi Huajin scolded him, like scolding a child who did something wrong.

He asked again: "You saved me when I was kidnapped? Did you break An Ruixuan's arm?"

"Yes."

Yi Huajin was so angry that she had finally suppressed it and exploded again: "Feng Ling, just tell the truth, do you have to let me misunderstand you?"

"...Me." Feng Ling's dejected look was a little sluggish, he could only say: "I'm sorry Xiao Jin... I shouldn't be like this..."

Yi Huajin suddenly remembered an earlier event: "Aren't you the one who slandered me for stealing pictures and cheating?"

"It's not me." Feng Ling raised his head slowly: "Besides, I helped you suppress it."

Now, Yi Huajin had a bottom line in her heart.

It seems that all of this was planned by Wei Liancheng. From the very beginning of the project conference, he made up his mind to use his relationship with Fengling to make this move.

He must also know Feng Ling's feelings for him.

Yi Huajin raised her chin slightly, pointed to the finger marks on her neck and said, "Wei Liancheng strangled it because I didn't listen to him, and he wanted to kill me."

Feng Ling clenched his palms tightly, and spat out dangerous words between his teeth: "I think he doesn't want to live anymore."

However, Yi Huajin raised her eyebrows and continued to lie back, closed her eyes and said to the big dog who was kneeling beside the bed, "Kneel for a while longer until I calm down."

"Oh." Feng Ling obediently responded, really didn't dare to move, and didn't intend to get up.

After lying down for about ten minutes, Yi Huajin couldn't fall asleep, so she said to Feng Ling, "Lie down."

After ten seconds, there was no response.

Yi Huajin suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the place where Feng Ling was kneeling, and found that Feng Ling was still kneeling while clutching the wound on his chest, barely supporting his body.

His forehead was covered with sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.

Yi Huajin is a soft-hearted person, although Fengling is unforgivable, there is no need to really torture him like this, if he really dies, then he will be responsible.

So she got out of bed and helped him onto the bed.

"Lie down for a while, I'll call a doctor to bandage you." Yi Huajin said, and began to put on her clothes.

Feng Ling grabbed Yi Huajin's arm and said hoarsely, "I want you to wrap it for me."

"Let go." Yi Huajin shook him off in disgust: "Don't push yourself too hard, I haven't forgiven you yet!"

Feng Ling had no choice but to let go.

Yi Huajin turned around and went out to call the doctor.

As soon as he went out, he leaned against the back of the door and let out a long sigh of relief, showing the happiest smile in his life.

But he didn't laugh out loud, because he didn't want Feng Ling to hear it.

The doctor came to bandage Feng Ling's wound, and told Yi Huajin, "I thought he didn't have any relatives or friends, and no one came to see him."

Then the doctor looked at Yi Huajin's face carefully, and recognized him a little bit: "You can't be...his ex-wife!"

"It's his ex-wife." Yi Huajin responded without any emotion, and touched Feng Ling's forehead with her body, and found it a little hot.

"Wound infection will be accompanied by complications such as high fever. Someone will look at him better." The doctor reminded again.

"Well, I'll look at him." Yi Huajin agreed, and tucked the quilt over Feng Ling.

He was still so energetic last night.

It seems...not really, Yi Huajin thinks about it now, he seems to wither after only coming once.

After the doctor went out, Yi Huajin took off her coat, lay down with Feng Ling, wrapped her arms around him, and wrapped him in her arms.

He fell asleep, probably in a mild coma from blood loss.

Yi Huajin gently kissed the side of his face, and buried her face in his shoulder.

Tears dripped from his cheeks to Feng Ling's protruding collarbone, at that moment, he felt relieved.

Ten years of persistence.

The moment finally bears fruit.

"I still love you, Feng Ling."

"There is no one in this world who loves you more than me."

"But why...can't you turn back earlier...?"

……

Although Yi Huajin said she would not forgive him, she went to the supermarket honestly.

He remembered that when he was injured before, the meal Feng Ling cooked for him was quite delicious to be honest, and it would have been even more delicious if he hadn't insisted on feeding him every meal.

Because Yi Huajin doesn't know how to cook, so before going to the supermarket, he searched the Internet for the simplest and easiest dish to cook, that is - tomato scrambled eggs.

He was afraid that it would be embarrassing, so he bought another cookbook.

After everything was ready, one day he fell asleep in the wind and didn't pay attention, so he started to do it.

In fact, it wasn't difficult at all. After it was done, Yi Huajin felt that it was too substandard to make, so she chose a difficult dish based on the recipe.

As you can imagine, the result was cool.

Hard and mushy and salty and unpalatable.

Originally, he was going to throw it away, but a voice behind him startled him: "Xiao Jin, the room smells like stew, I thought you were going to burn me to death."

Without saying a word, Yi Huajin kicked Feng Ling out of the kitchen: "You poked my eyes, I didn't see anything!"

However, Feng Ling surrounded Yi Huajin persistently, grabbed Yi Huajin's wrist, took his recipe and glanced at it, then he understood.

The smug smile gradually expanded on his face, and he reached out and touched Yi Huajin's shy and angry cheek: "What kind of charcoal-grilled honey sauce shrimp are you doing? Your hand is used for drawing. Isn't it a pity to cook?" ?”

Yi Huajin was a little angry: "I just want to eat this."

"If you want to eat, tell me, and I'll make it for you." Feng Ling held his chin with one hand and looked at the recipe seriously with the other. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, and his injuries were almost healed.

Yi Huajin turned her head awkwardly, and muttered in a low voice, "I don't want to eat again."

He walked out of the kitchen depressed, lay flat on the sofa, and played with his phone.

Recently, Feng Ling solemnly sent two letters of apology to the outside world, one was to himself, and he wrote more than 1 words, describing his various wrongdoings to himself in the past ten years, and he admitted his mistakes and apologized, with a sincere attitude .

In the end, he also said: "I don't ask for forgiveness, I only ask for compensation."

There is also a letter of apology written to the company. His actions have caused huge losses to the company. He hopes to return to the company and help the company through the downturn.

As soon as these two letters were posted, the hot search for cheating, which had already gone down, was pushed up again.

Although most people still choose to continue scolding him, a small number have already begun to lament him.

The main reason is that some places have been hit by floods recently, and Feng Ling took the lead in donating [-] million yuan in his own name, which is already a lot for an individual.

Whether it is for whitewashing or to win favor, at least, he is going up instead of staying in the abyss.

Besides, his [-] million is still the money he got from selling his limited-edition car, because he lost all the money to the company after he left the company, and he has almost no money left.

Tang Xinran said this. He visited Fengling after he made a public apology, and he forgave Fengling for his misdeeds. He also said that everyone in the company, including Yang Wulan, was waiting for him to come back.

Feng Yi is about to fail, no one can save him, only he can.

Yi Huajin flipped through her cell phone to think about things, and in the kitchen, the seductive aroma drifted over, pouring into Yi Huajin's mind and consciousness.

He said he would not eat it, but he still did it!

Yi Huajin ran to the kitchen again to scold him, but as soon as she entered the door, she ran into his arms, and ejected like a conditioned reflex: "What are you doing?"

Feng Ling held the plate with an innocent face: "You didn't hit me?"

Yi Huajin stared at the delicious dishes on the plate in his hand. Although he had no interest in eating, he had to admit that Feng Ling was indeed good at cooking.

Just after thinking about it, Feng Ling pointed to the ordinary tomato egg beside him: "Did you make it?"

"...Yes." Yi Huajin admitted very reluctantly, still a little bit in her heart that her skills would stretch her hips.

"I tasted it and it was delicious. My Xiaojin finally knows how to cook. It seems that I won't starve to death in the future."

Yi Huajin gave him a look of contempt: "Who belongs to your family? Have I forgiven you?"

"Whether you forgive me or not, you are mine..." Feng Ling whispered softly in Yi Huajin's ear, "Xiao Jin, before you fall in love with someone else, I still want to possess you."

"If one day you have someone you like, you tell me that I will let go and leave. I will look at you from a distance. If he treats you well, I will be happy. If he treats you badly, I will snatch you back and wait for you. Find the next one."

Yi Huajin thought about his words, and her eyes fell on his affectionate eyes: "Are you going to be my spare tire for the rest of your life?"

"It can be used as a spare tire, I am satisfied." Feng Ling put down the plate in his hand, gently embraced Yi Huajin's body, and held him in his arms: "But I have some rights as a spare tire."

Yi Huajin's body froze, and the next moment Feng Ling's kiss came, behind him was a white wall, and there was nowhere to hide.

In fact, Yi Huajin didn't want to hide either, because during the time when she had to endure humiliation and stayed by Feng Ling's side, she gradually picked up Feng Ling's "bad habits".

He became more and more dependent on Feng Ling's skills, and even took the initiative.

Before, he couldn't understand why men were lower-body animals, but now he finally understood how wonderful it is to be a lower-body animal.

Afterwards, Yi Huajin asked Feng Ling with a blushing face, "How many people have you practiced with? Tell me the truth."

Feng Ling's face turned ugly, and he began to apologize frantically: "I was wrong."

"It was all my fault before, and I will never touch anyone else again."

"Answer the question!" Yi Huajin said seriously.

Feng Ling still didn't answer, he buried himself in Yi Huajin's chest and continued to apologize: "Xiao Jin, can we not turn over the old score, I really know we were wrong~ If you think I'm dirty, can I cut it myself?"

Yi Huajin pushed him away from her in disgust: "You should cut one and have a look."

"When you find a new boyfriend, I'll cut it, otherwise, what should you do if you want it during this period?"

Yi Huajin came to his senses a little bit, Feng Ling seemed to have discovered his weakness!

Moreover, if he really finds another one, what if he doesn't have such good skills as Fengling.

After all, there is no man who has experienced many battles like him. If he doesn't have a good job, won't he soon follow his old path - cheating?

Why is there anything more addictive than this world!