Marriage is continuous: mysterious husband brought home

"As you said, we are only fake husband and wife..." her strength disappeared, but Yan Yan's consciousness was still sober. She knew that it was useless to struggle and resist again. She couldn't help but feel pain. That year, she became a surrogate mother for medical expenses. Now, in order to revenge, she has become someone else's wife, a real wife.

Crystal tears gathered in the eyes, and finally fell quietly along the corners of the eyes

Nie TingYang frowned and was as humiliated as being slapped in the face. Never had a woman dared to cry so reluctantly in his bed. He had never flattered any woman so much, but she was so ignorant!

Anger swells the man's temples, and his only remaining sense repels him. Today, anyway, he must have her! She is his wife. It is her duty as a wife to meet her husband!

Without the expected obstruction, the man's body stagnated. It seemed that his hand touched her abdomen just now. It was not smooth, but

Looking down at the woman with a painful face under her body, her eyes moved down bit by bit.

He was shocked when he saw the long and ugly cross cutting scar on her abdomen!

"You..." although he has never seen the scars left by a woman's caesarean section, as a doctor, he still has common sense. What else can such a long cross cutting scar in this position be except for the birth of a child?

She had a baby!

The brain unconsciously thought of her suspension for half a year and couldn't find any trace. He was even more stunned, "have you... Had children for others?"

Now we can finally explain why she made more than one million in just six months. She became a surrogate mother!

Yan Yan slowly opened his eyes, looked at the shocked man with red eyes, and calmly said, "don't you want to know what I did after I suspended school for half a year? In order to raise medical expenses for my mother, I became a surrogate mother, and I had a son."

The fact that she had guessed was now spoken out by her, no less than the power of a bomb exploding in her ear!

The man's deep eyes twinkled with a thick uncontrollable anger. His fists clenched "cluck", his teeth clenched "cluck", and the green veins on his forehead swelled with the breath. He was like an enraged lion!

Humiliation? Is it anger? At this moment, even Nie TingYang himself could not distinguish clearly!

But he knew that there was a fire burning in his chest. When he thought of her lying under other men... He wanted to strangle her!

The big hand like a steel pliers suddenly grabbed her neck. The strong desire to monopolize filled every drop of his blood and every cell. She was his! His! How could she have sex with another man!

Yan Yan's breathing became more and more difficult. His small face was red. His rough and ugly hands tightly held the man's powerful wrists, and his lips wriggled, but he couldn't make a sound.

Gradually, the strength of the whole body was taken away a little, and her hands fell powerlessly. Only those eyes with tears stared quietly, looking at the increasingly blurred man in front of her, and two lines of tears slipped gently along the corners of her eyes

Nie TingYang's big hand was still pinching her neck, and his mouth was breathing heavily. It was as difficult as a climbing train. His face was distorted by an extreme anger and pain, ferocious and terrible.

Yes, he suffered. This pain and suffering was an experience he had never experienced in 35 years. It was terrible!

But strangle her... He can't do it!

His strength suddenly dispersed. He fell on the bed, but it was only a moment. He suddenly raised his head. The scarlet eyes were put on the Buddha to exude blood. He looked at the woman under him coldly. His hoarse voice was like coming from hell, "you are mine! You are mine!"

The suffocating regret made the calm and calm man go crazy and plunder the beauty that should belong to him

Late at night, all the shouting was quiet. On the red bed, Nie TingYang fell asleep in fatigue.

On the cold floor beside the bed, Yan Yan curled up her thin body and lay there. The biting cold made her gradually wake up.

Dragging her aching body, she put on her clothes and looked at the angry man on the bed. She turned and left quietly.

She doesn't want revenge. She's tired, very tired

Bye, Nie TingYang!

Yan Yan's Diary

Once, someone told me this. He said, Yan Yan, you were born a mistake. You shouldn't have come to this world.

I was four years old that year. Now I can't remember what the person who said this was like or who he was, but I clearly remember his eyes as red as blood.

Yes, I shouldn't have come to this world at all, because I will bring misfortune to everyone around me. My mother died because of me, and my uncle divorced my aunt... I had children, but I became his wife. I made him feel humiliated and angry.

But my original intention is not like this. I want my mother to live for a long time, I want my uncle to be happy, and I want... To have a home.

Chocolate is very sweet and his palm is very warm. In this world, he is the only man who is good to me except his mother and uncle.

At the age of 23, I also long for love, but I know that this is something I will never touch.

The crescent moon hung in the night sky, and the faint silver light slanted on the cold tombstone. The night wind blew through, with bursts of whistling, gloomy and terrible.

Yan Yan finally found her mother's habitat with a trace of memory. She knelt in front of the tombstone and illuminated her mother's smiling photos with the weak light of her mobile phone. She smiled and cried.

"Mom, Yan Yan came to see you..."

"Sorry, mom, Yanyan came to see you now..."

"Mom, it's not that Yanyan doesn't come to see you. Yanyan can't come... Yanyan has been in prison... Four years..."

Low sobs mixed with bursts of wind sounded in this desolate and cold cemetery, more and more frightening.

"Mom, I'm leaving here. I can't come to see you often in the future... But it doesn't matter. When I get back, I'll ask my uncle to find some people to dig up the cement tomb and take you home at that time, okay?"

"Mom, I'll burn you some money. You spend it first. I'll be back soon..."

"Cha..." the lighter lit the paper money, and the dark cemetery lit up the fire. The wind blew through and blew the fire far away.

After the paper money burned out, Yan Yan knocked her head three times, then stood up and looked at the sky. The East was about to turn white. It was about to dawn. She wanted to leave here quickly.

Vaguely heard an old voice ring, "I've lived most of my life and have never seen a ghost. I ran into it today..."

Ghosts? Yan Yan ran away, fell a somersault, didn't care about the pain, got up and ran.

Early in the morning, the old man guarding the cemetery went to the place with fire at night. He saw a pair of paper ashes left on the ground in front of Chu pinran's tombstone. He shook his head and called Tang Zhen.

It was not long before Tang Zhen arrived at the Tang family cemetery.

"Lao Chen, you said someone burned paper money for my wife at night?" Tang Zhen asked.

Lao Chen led him to Chu pinran's grave, pointed to the paper dust on the ground and said slowly, "in the early morning, I saw a fire, called a few times and no one paid attention to me. I thought it was a ghost and didn't dare to come forward. I saw it when I came back at dawn. Someone should have sneaked in at night, but I locked the door and didn't know where I came in."

Who will burn paper money at night? Tang Zhen frowned.

"Oh, yes." Lao Chen thought of one thing and took out a pendant from his pocket. "I found it on the ground at the gate in the morning."

Tang Zhen looked at the pendant in his hand suspiciously. At first, he didn't see it clearly, so he frowned. Later, he saw it clearly. He suddenly widened his eyes, grabbed the pendant and spread it in the palm of his hand. His lips trembled desperately, "where... Where did you pick it up?"

"On the ground at the gate, I guess it was the man who came up to burn paper money last night." Lao Chen replied.

Tang Zhen's heart was tightly tied by a steel net and pierced by thousands of arrows. The pain made him want to die.

Tang Li looked at his face and looked at the pendant in his hand. Although he didn't know what the pendant meant, it must have something to do with his wife. "Sir, do you want to check the person who came to burn paper money for his wife at night?"

"Check... Check it!"

There are many people in the train waiting room in the morning. It seems that there is never a time when there are few people in this place.

It took another hour to check in. Yan Yan sat down in a corner, took out the white steamed bread he bought on the road from his old canvas bag, ate it, ran for several hours, and was already hungry.

After eating, she went to the water supply area with a water cup to pick up a glass of water. She was full and drunk. She was a little sleepy. She leaned against the chair with a canvas bag and narrowed her eyes.

Vaguely feeling that someone was pulling the bag in her arms, she suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed the man's wrist, "what are you doing?"

The man was a thief. When he saw that she had woken up and was about to run away, he was caught by her backhand on his wrist, kicked on his knee and knelt on the ground. The wrist was about to break. He cried with a grin in pain!

The people around looked this way. The man pushed her away, turned around and wanted to run. He tripped over her and fell on the ground.

"He is a thief!" Yan Yan said.

"I, I'm not! You're the thief!"

"Little girl, what we should pay attention to is evidence. You say he is a thief. Did he steal your things?" at this time, a young man came out of the crowd, touched Yan Yan and stood beside her.

Yan Yan turned to look at him, "I found him stealing from me."

The man on the ground got up, "you're talking nonsense! I think you're the thief!"

"Ah! My wallet is missing!" someone shouted in the crowd.