Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

Seeing Gu Chenye take the initiative to ask about Yan Ji, Aunt Song felt happy, but her face showed concern: "My wife went upstairs as soon as she came back, and she didn't eat dinner. I saw that her face didn't look good, she seemed to be uncomfortable. "

Yan Ji had lowered her head just now, and because of the cover of her bangs, Aunt Song didn't see the injury on her forehead.

Gu Chenye frowned slightly and did not answer. Aunt Song glanced at his face and asked cautiously: "How about you bring a copy to my wife when you return to the room later?"

"If you have to be coaxed by people to eat, then don't eat."

"My wife has a bad stomach. If she doesn't eat regularly, she may have pain again. She cried in pain several times before..."

The man paused in his eating movements and interrupted her expressionlessly: "If you eat less, you won't die of hunger."

"..."

Aunt Song sighed and went to the kitchen silently. Although Yan Ji said she wouldn't eat it, she still prepared some of her favorite dishes and planned to serve them to her wife after her husband went to the study.

……

Yan Ji was drowsily asleep when he felt someone opening the door and coming in. He thought it was Aunt Song coming up to deliver milk, but he didn't pay attention. He closed his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "No more milk tonight, Aunt Song, please bring it down." ”

She didn't hear a response, but the footsteps were getting closer and closer. Yan Ji slowly opened her eyes and met Gu Chenye's cold eyes. She frowned: "Why are you here?"

Since filing for divorce that day, she has moved into the second bedroom.

Gu Chenye's face looked ugly. He threw the lunch box on the bedside table and said condescendingly: "Get up and eat."

Yan Ji was so sleepy that she wanted to throw a pillow at him irritably, but since she hadn't woken up, she was too weak to do anything, so she had to pull the quilt to cover her head: "If you don't want to eat, get out."

"Then you torture yourself to the point of having a stomach attack and hide in your room crying while hugging your knees?"

She didn't know how Gu Chenye knew she had stomach problems, and she wasn't interested in finding out: "You hate me so much. Isn't it just as you wanted me to die?"

"..." The man narrowed his eyes and said in a mocking tone: "When will everyone say that I abused you and forced you to death?"

Yan Ji said nothing and huddled motionless in the quilt.

Gu Chenye became impatient, and his voice became colder and colder: "Get up."

The woman suddenly opened the quilt and glared at him angrily: "Gu Chenye, are you annoyed? I want to sleep, can you get out of the house? You hate me so much, why do you care about me? Do I eat or not? Stomach problems have nothing to do with you.”

After the words fell, the bedroom fell into silence, and a tense atmosphere filled the air between the two of them.

Gu Chenye stared at the injury on Yan Ji's forehead with an ugly expression. Before she could react, he reached out and grabbed her chin: "How did you do it?"

"I don't want you to be hypocritical."

Yan Ji tilted her head to break away from his grip, but Gu Chenye's hand holding her chin suddenly tightened his grip and turned her face away again, "Yan Ji, only those who are hurt by others have the right to be willful."

The implication is that she is not, and her willfulness will only annoy people.

Gu Chenye picked up the lunch box on the bedside table: "Eat."

Yanji: "I won't eat it."

Before, I was too tired and just wanted to sleep. Now I was woken up and didn’t want to sleep, but I lost my appetite.

After a moment of stalemate, Gu Chenye sneered, raised his hand and began to pull the tie around his neck. His movements were rough, but he was too horny.

Yan Ji frowned: "What are you doing?"