After faking his death, he stopped pretending to be a substitute.

Brett woke up at noon the next day. His whole body was in so much pain that he almost fell apart. He didn't even have the strength to raise his hands.

It was so miserable last night being dealt with by Hall, a wolf cub.

No matter how much he begged for mercy or how much he promised, Hall, the bastard, was not soft-hearted at all and used all the little toys in the room on him.

He was so tortured that he fainted and woke up, woke up and felt dizzy again, and finally his voice was so loud that he could not speak.

Enduring the strong soreness in his body, he was covered in cold sweat as he slowly sat up.

The quilt fell down to his abdomen, revealing the shocking kiss mark on his chest.

Only then did Brett realize that he was naked, and the dead wolf cub didn't even give him any clothes.

He slipped a leg out from under the quilt and tried to get out of bed to find some clothes to put on. However, before his foot even touched the ground, it was involved in an overused area. Brett suddenly had a spasm, his face turned pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Damn you bastard!

He had to give up the idea of ​​getting out of bed and looking for something to wear.

"Honey, you wake up."

Hall held a round tray with one hand and pushed the door open and walked in.

He was wearing a smart suit and was as handsome as a god descending into the world.

Brett was stunned, and glared angrily at the man with a satisfied smile on his face: "You--" Get out of here!

His throat was overused last night, and now it hurts so much to swallow saliva. As soon as he uttered a syllable, his throat immediately felt dry and burning. Brett could only swallow the unsaid words in his mouth, and glared at the culprit fiercely. Silently accusing the culprit of all his evil deeds last night.

Hall smiled nonchalantly, put the round tray on the table, took the milk from it and walked to Brett: "Here, drink some milk to moisten your throat."

Brett wanted to slap it away, but his throat was really dry, sore, and painful, and he didn't have the strength to lift his arms, so he could only reluctantly follow the other person's hand and drink heavily.

"Drink slowly, don't get choked."

Brett ignored the gentle reminder from Hall's voice and continued to drink heavily.

After drinking the milk in the cup, Hall lowered his head and licked the milk stains off his mouth.

With the moisturizing of milk, the dryness and pain in my throat have been relieved a lot.

Brett's lips moved: "You damn Hall, I want a divorce!"

Hall put down the cup and smiled nonchalantly: "Why, you are going to get divorced after you sleep well. How is your behavior different from those scumbags who don't recognize others when they put on their pants?"

Brett: "..."

If his body wasn't in so much pain and he could get up, he would jump up and scratch the dog's ears.

Who was so happy last night? This bitch really knows how to tell lies with his eyes open.

Although he was also pleased, the pain was more than the pleasure.

Especially at the critical moment, some idiot deliberately hung him up, making him unable to get up or down, and was finally forced to say many unspeakable words before he was released.

Thinking back to what happened last night, Brett was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

"Damn it, I was forced by you last night. You did it to a strong woman in marriage!"

Hall's blue eyes were full of smiles: "Are you sure it was a strong woman who did it, not a harmonious woman?"

He held Brett's face and kissed him: "You are my husband. It is legal for me to sleep with you. It is not considered a strong woman's sex."

Brett was so angry that his heart was about to explode: "It's legal, you big-headed devil, it's obvious that you raped a woman during marriage! You drugged me to plot against me, and I'm divorced!"

Seeing his chest heaving violently and looking very angry, Hall said in a soft voice: "Your throat is uncomfortable, stop talking so much."

After two seconds, he said in a very sincere tone: "Brett, believe it or not, I didn't let anyone drug you. You were the one who teased me first, and I was just following the trend. The only thing I calculated against you was to let People called the media and deliberately made the matter known to both families, forcing you to marry me. "

Brett knew that Hall always told the truth. Even though he believed what he said in his heart, he still had an indifferent look on his face that said "I don't believe you."

After a long while, he said: "From today on, as long as I am the one on top, you will not be held accountable for scheming against me. I will not ask you for divorce at all times, and we will live a good life in the future."

Hall sighed helplessly, said nothing, turned around, took out the clothes from the closet and walked over.

Brett has never been ashamed in this regard. After all, they are both men and there is nothing to be ashamed of.

He spread his limbs and let Hall put the clothes on him, enjoying it like a king being served by his slaves.

The wolf cub was like a wolf dog in heat in bed, fierce and ruthless. Brett was very satisfied with him in terms of service afterward.

After being married for more than half a year, as long as he didn't go out to flirt with women or hook up with others, Hall would almost do whatever he asked for.

Even if Hall were asked to call him husband or Hall's wife in front of his friends, Hall would not say anything.

People who don't know think he is the one on top and Hall is the one below.

The only thing that dissatisfied Brett was that Hall just didn't give him a chance to counterattack.

Whether it was force or coaxing, he had used countless methods for more than half a year without success in counterattack.

When Brett was distracted, Hall had already dressed him.

After carrying the person to the bathroom to wash up, he took the person out and placed him on the sofa. He even put a soft cushion under Brett's buttocks.

"You should be hungry. Let's drink porridge first."

Brett glanced at the lean meat porridge held in Hall's hand, and instantly became angry: "You tortured me all night, and then you let me eat lean meat porridge? You are a bitch, are you still a human being?! "

Hall asked good-naturedly: "Then what do you want to eat?"

Brett said without thinking: "I want to eat spicy chicken, pickled fish, boiled beef, and spicy rabbit."

Hall lowered his head and kissed him on the face: "These dishes are spicy and you can't eat them due to your current physical condition. Be good, just drink porridge for now. When your body recovers, you can eat whatever you want."

Brett, a man who was approaching his thirties, was coaxed to say "be good" by someone who was five or six years younger than him, and his ears suddenly turned red.

Knowing that what Hall said was true, for the sake of his health, he did not insist anymore and opened his mouth to take the porridge that Hall fed him.

They say it takes a hundred days to break the muscles, but Brett actually lay in bed for three days after a night of injuries.

In the past three days, his feet have not touched the ground. He eats and drinks on the bed and is fed by a special person. The same goes for Lazarus, who has a dedicated person to carry him.

After three days of recuperation, Brett was finally able to jump.

In order not to worry Chu Yanyi, he and Hall returned to Jinxiu Garden on the evening of the fourth day.

When Brett was taken away by Hall, Rong Yu called Chu Yanyi.

When Chu Yanyi came home from get off work, he was not surprised to see Brett slumped on the sofa.

Looking at Brett's listless appearance, I guessed that he might have spent the past few days in bed.

Chu Qian blinked, stared at Brett again and again, leaned his head and asked softly: "Brother, the second brother said that you have been recovering from your injuries these days. Did Brother Hall hit you again? Brother, where are your injuries? "Is it seriously injured? Let me see?"