My Schizophrenic CEO Husband

As the saying goes: the only martial arts in the world can't be broken quickly.

Hasn't she tried cooking frogs for water before? Of course not. She always used the way of boiling frogs in warm water to get along with Tang Yiyu, but as a result, the medicine was not strong enough and gave people a chance to retreat at any time.

Tang Yiyu has the initiative. He can withdraw at any time, but this is not what Cheng Anran wants.

After learning the lessons from the past, Cheng Anran decides to stimulate Tang Yiyu more. It's like breaking the boat.

Mr. Tang thought it was not good to put everything on Cheng Anran. The granddaughter-in-law married in and did nothing else but deal with trouble for their family.

"An ran, is there anything grandpa can do? How can you bear everything alone? Grandpa also wants to do something."

Cheng Anran thought and said, "it's true. Grandpa, please help me scold him."

When Cheng Anran returned to the Tang family villa that night, the lights were on in the villa. Cheng Anran silently walked in and stood in front of Tang Yiyu.

Tang Yiyu looked up at her. Cheng Anran was expressionless: "Mom and Yifeng have told grandpa that they will soon move out of the Tang family's house. They don't want anything and leave the house."

Tang Yiyu's back was very straight. She said, "Grandpa wanted to see you tonight. I persuaded him. Go to see grandpa tomorrow."

Cheng Anran said and walked to the stairs. Tang Yiyu looked at her back and suddenly felt his breath tingling. He opened his mouth with a hoarse voice: "you blame me."

Cheng Anran stopped and didn't turn back.

Tang Yiyu stood up a little uncomfortable and was a little excited: "I found you. Now you resent me with them, don't you? Cheng Anran, don't forget your identity."

Cheng Anran turned around and calmly looked at Tang Yiyu: "my identity is clearly written in the marriage agreement. When I leave, I will clean myself out of the house. Congratulations, president Tang. You have kept everything, your wealth, your status and your dignity. No one can take a penny from you."

Tang Yiyu's face suddenly became ugly: "I never cared about this! I didn't let Xu Qingyun clean out of the house! I didn't want to drive away Yifeng!"

Cheng Anran looked at Tang Yiyu and said, "yes, if you don't kill Bo Ren, didn't Bo Ren die because of you? Tang Yiyu, if you can't realize that you did wrong, you will lose more."

Cheng Anran didn't want to say anything more. She got up and went upstairs.

Tang Yiyu had a thin layer of sweat on his body, and his head was tingling.

Lose more

He took a deep breath and sent a message to Bai Ye: "check this matter as soon as possible. I want to know the truth as soon as possible."

Late at night, Tang Yili knocked on Cheng Anran's door.

He walked in impolitely. Tang Yili suddenly fell askew on the bed: "Hey, guess what I found in this man's mobile phone?"

Cheng Anran frowned, "you get out of my bed."

Tang Yili was displeased: "we are husband and wife. I can't lie down in your bed yet?"

Cheng Anran: "Tang Yiyu and I are husband and wife. Tell me what you found."

Tang Yili curled his lips and smiled: "this guy has a tough attitude on his mouth, but he has long wavered in his heart. He seems to have begun to investigate Xu Qingyun and Li Zhongyuan. I found his message to Bai Ye on his mobile phone."

Cheng Anran's eyes brightened: "so he began to wake up and regret?"

Tang Yili lay back and said, "it shows that he no longer uses his subjective consciousness to judge this matter, but to believe the investigation results. He will find out what the truth is. Probably after finding out, the whole person will wake up. At that time, giving him fierce medicine will get twice the result with half the effort."

Cheng Anran: "then I'll keep a cold attitude for the time being and hang him for a few days."

Tang Yili said there could be, but——

"We can also exercise the plan you said first. In order not to be blunt and abrupt, I think we can."

Cheng Anran glanced at him, ignored her and said to herself, "it happens that I may be very busy for the closest time."

At that time, the second wedding dress was Chinese style, so the process was more complex. She had to spend some time. I'm afraid she had to work overtime recently. It's good. It's also good to dry Tang Yiyu.

Tang Yili nodded, chatted with her for a while, and went back to his room to sleep.

When Tang Yili had just fallen asleep, Tang Yiyu woke up at 4 a.m.

He had another nightmare. Everyone in the dream was wearing a mask. The world was filled with pungent perfume and lies.

Mother's hand grabbed his neck and looked at him madly: "why do you want to see, why! Go to death, you go to death, your mother can live only when you die!"

She was crazy, her eyes were bleeding, and she didn't care whether she was pinching her son or not.

Then around them, many women were waving flags, shouting and chattering.

"Why find out? If you don't find out, your mother won't die."

"Shh, you should think you didn't see us. Why did you find us? We didn't break the law."

"It's a curse. There's no way. The women who marry the Tang family are miserable. They have to endure the torture of this curse."

"Marriage is a grave. What's wrong with us looking for our own fun in the grave?"

"As long as everyone knows, betrayal or cheating, pretending not to know, we can continue to be happy."

"If you hadn't found out your mother was cheating, your mother wouldn't die."

"Women are the same. They can't stand the temptation. Isn't it the same for men? There are so many men cheating. Maybe your father cheated too, even with your stepmother and your parents. They are double betrayals. No one is sorry."

Enough! Enough! He doesn't want to listen to this mess anymore!

Suddenly woke up from the dream, Tang Yiyu's body seemed to be salvaged from the water, soaked in sweat. He looked around and found that he was just dreaming. The suffocation feeling around his neck disappeared with the ebb tide of the dream.

There was no mother, no audience with teeth and claws, and no words that bewitched and tortured him.

He sat up, put on a cigar at 4 a.m., poured himself a glass of whisky, and stood outside the window looking out.

He began to lose sleep, which was not a good sign. He had to go to a private doctor again.

He didn't want to give up treatment, but when he was haunted by nightmares, he did waver.

Is it necessary for him to treat his disease?