My infertile wife ran with the ball

Spring day in the capital, [-]:[-] in the afternoon.

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Vigorous music mixed with dense drum beats, crackling? crackling? There is no one in the bar at this time, and the echo can be heard even when a song is played. In the huge hall? There is only one The deck is full.

Shen Qinghao held a glass to dry Ma Tian Ni, his brows were tightly frowned, his peach blossom eyes lost their curvature, and the corners of his eyes drooped sadly.

"Five times, all five times, I didn't ask anything, and he didn't tell me a word, as? Is it so difficult for a boyfriend to be honest?"

"The first three times were small things and I didn't say anything, but the fourth time the dog man's gifts were delivered to the house? Here comes, what do you mean by sending clothes for high school students? Let Lin Yi have a room with him next time Do you cosplay with him?"

"The tracker on the phone shows that he's running to the hospital, the hospital? Forget it, it's still the hospital next to Fu Huai'an! What's the matter, the adultery has to be done in another hospital?"

"Damn it, last time I saw him and Fu Huai'an on the street? Cuddling and cuddling. I've raised a dog so well. I|fuck|I don't know him well, damn it." , Shen Qinghao drank that glass of dry horse Tian Ni in a muffled voice.

Zhou Wen sat beside Shen Qinghao, shaking a glass of cocktail back and forth, "Then let's change to another one, right? You're not married, so do whatever you want."

Shen Qinghao came back one day earlier for this business trip. Lin was not at home, and he didn't answer the phone calls. He was so angry that his liver hurt, so he simply asked Zhou Wen and Ye Po out for a drink.

Now Ye Po is sitting in the middle of the sofa playing with a group of "young masters", and the two of them are chatting and drinking next to each other.

"boss!"

Zhou Wen stretched out his hand and called the manager of the pink suit who was standing on the side, and said with a smile: "Where are your crispy ducks, give me a brother who wears a cuckold? How many are there? It's better to have a bright strip and a cool wind." .”

"You're only wearing a cuckold! And you can't be sure that Lin Yi is real? Cheating..." Shen Qinghao punched Zhou Wen.

The manager wisely didn't get close to him, and they were still chatting in the corner of the deck.Shen Qinghao drank another glass of wine irritably, then picked up the bottle and blew on it until he drank the whole bottle, then he put down the bottle and sighed heavily.

"Even if he really cheated, I'll forgive him... I'll take back all the rings, here I am, today I want to propose to him..."

"I love him so much...how can I be willing to let him go to someone else..."

"You and Lin Yicai have only known each other for less than a year. Compared with Brother Ran and I, I am actually more inclined to you two to get along for a while before considering whether to get married or not." Zhou Wen drank another glass of wine, sighed and said: " You are two years younger than me, do you really understand what staying together is..."

"....I love him..." Shen Qinghao rubbed the corners of his eyes and muttered, "I want to be with him, and I will keep him by my side by whatever means. When I see him, I will be with him Get the certificate, and let him go to the United States with me no matter what..."

Zhou Wen just sighed.

"I have to go, what if Lin Yi comes back? What if he doesn't see me? What if he elopes with someone else...I have to find him quickly, or he will disappear."

Shen Qinghao took the windbreaker and got up to go out. Zhou Wen and Ye Po greeted each other, and they also followed him.But when they walked a few steps away, there were a few loud bangs behind them, followed by the sound of glass shattering one after another.

"Isn't he just a dead man! Don't mention him to me!"

"I can't find his kind! Everyone is dead! Everyone is dead!"

"What did he die for... what cancer, what accident...."

Shen Qinghao suddenly had a headache, so he quickened his pace and rushed home.

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The wind at the end of spring filled the entire apartment with a few hints of heat.

The food on the table has been sour for a long time; the ice cream cake has turned into a puddle of cream, dryly attached to the table; the roses around the table have withered, like a love that has ended abruptly.

Shen Qinghao waited at home for three full days? Three nights, until the palm-thick handmade candles were all burned out, and when the sky dawned, it dimmed and brightened again, but he still couldn't wait for Lin Yi to return home.

He made countless phone calls to the young man, and the phone on the other side was all turned off without exception. In this case, the tracker couldn't be used.

He was walking back and forth at home, and the more he thought about it, the more irritable he became. Pushed his emotions to the top?

Shen Qinghao picked out a golf club and started smashing things without saying a word.

"Snapped--"

The half-person-high blue and white porcelain vase suddenly shattered, followed by floor-to-ceiling mirrors, antique racks, curved-screen TVs, and tea sets. Porcelain pieces were mixed with glass shards all over the floor. Shen Qinghao stepped on the pieces and walked to the dining table with a gloomy expression. He swung his club and smashed all the plates on the dining table until the golf clubs were bent.

He dropped the cue, picked out a thicker one from the equipment bucket, and stood in front of the floor-standing mirror in the entrance, raising the cue as if to hit it. "Click—"

The double-open solid wooden door made a sound at this moment, Shen Qinghao stopped his movements, put down his club and stared at the door.

After dozens of seconds, a pair of jade white hands pushed open the door, and the slightly embarrassed young man walked into the room slowly.

"Qinghao? Why did you come back early? Are you here?"

The young man looked terrible, his face was still the dusty face, but the corners of his mouth and cheeks were bluish-white, his hair looked a bit dry as if he hadn't washed it in the rain, and his clothes were wrinkled. There are still leaves and... light red lipstick marks on the top...

The day before he came back, it only rained in Beijing. It seems that Lin Yi has been homeless since that day.

Lin Yi blinked his red and swollen eyes, and after seeing the mess in the house, he was dazed for a moment, and said, "How did the house get into this state?"

The young man's voice was very hoarse, reminding Shen Qinghao of the voice that day? Lin Yi gave him... the voice... that day? It was also like this, hoarse as if it had been sanded.

"Where have you been?" He asked Lin Yi.

Lin also stood where he was and didn't answer.

"Where have you been!"

"I went to see Xiaoan..."

"Xiao An... Heh... Then why? Why didn't you answer the phone? Why did you turn off your phone? Why? Why is there someone else's lipstick on your collar? Why didn't you go home for five days?"

Shen Qinghao threw away the golf club in his hand with a "clang", and casually took the antique horsewhip placed on the porch. He pulled Lin Yi over, and roughly ripped off his windbreaker jacket.His lamb seemed to have a fever, and the skin was hot, but he didn't care about anything, and he didn't stop until the lamb's skin was peeled clean.

He saw a bruised fingerprint on Lin Yi's shoulder, as if someone had grabbed it vigorously...

"Lin Yi!"

In Shen Qinghao's mind? The string called? reason was broken. He was anxious to confirm that, turning a deaf ear to Lin Yi's cries of pain, he pressed his waist and hugged him.

No...not at all....

In his heart, he had persuaded himself countless times to trust Lin Yi and his future husband, but this time he couldn't beat the reality..... Five days? Didn't go home? There were bruises on his body that belonged to someone else. , Where? Also?...how can he trust Lin Yi...

"Qinghao...my stomach hurts...don't touch my stomach..."

Lin Yi was in tears from the pain, his hands were weakly protecting his abdomen... There seemed to be broken glass under his body, which pierced into the flesh and hurt sharply.

"My stomach really hurts...it really hurts...it hurts..."

But Xiaonian didn't listen to him at all, and pressed his waist tightly.Lin also had never experienced such pain, and there was no medicine at hand. He could only bite his lower lip, and sobbed while covering his painful abdomen.

He has been at the funeral bureau these days, and guarded Li Wenya for three days to see her off for the last time. The conditions of the funeral bureau are poor, and he can't eat or sleep well. He didn't sleep well.Before leaving? A female undertaker gave him a hug. He didn't feel it at all. On the way back? The whole person was in a trance...

Today? When I came home, I wanted to pack up my things and say goodbye... Who would have thought that Shen Qinghao would be at home at this time...

"Lin Yi, which cheap man did you hang out with, tell me!"

"Isn't it Fu Huai'an? It's very sweet for you to call each brother one by one."

"I do not have......."

Lin Yi only felt that his lower body was wet, and he smelled the smell of blood, it should be blood...His abdomen fell to the ground? It hurt, as if something was about to leave him.

"Qinghao...you let me go...I'm going to the hospital...can you take me to the hospital..."

He held Shen Qinghao's arm with both hands, and begged the young man in a low voice. He saw that he was indeed bleeding, and the blood was not flowing normally, which was a far cry from the previous amount of bleeding.

"Do you still want to go to the hospital? At this time, what do you think? Fu Huai'an is the only one?"

Shen Qinghao let go of him, turned the lamb over and pressed him on the floor, and then a heavy whip came towards the wind, and landed heavily on his back with a "slap".

Lin Yi snorted, his abdomen hurt even more, and he could hardly even kneel down.

"Crack—" There was another crack of the whip.

"Lin Yi, I have always treated you with sincerity. I flew to America to get our engagement ring. Do you know? Don't you know? I want to propose to you?"

"Snapped--"

On the young man's back? Three finger-wide welts appeared, and his thin back was trembling slightly.

"Lin Yi, do you really have the heart? How do you want me to beg you? Do laundry and mop the floor? I have cooked porridge. In the past? Everyone hugged me before, but now I kneel down and hug you. This is not enough. Is it not enough?"

Shen Qinghao hugged him again, but now he was in so much pain that he couldn't even listen to his words.

Lin Yi turned his face to look at Shen Qinghao, he saw his eyes that were throbbing with pain, the tears were about to run dry, the corners of his red eyes seemed to be bleeding, he wiped away the tears from the corners of the man's eyes with his fingertips, Said: "Why are you crying, don't cry."

Shen Qinghao burst into tears at that moment, "Lin Yi, I'm not a cheap bone, why are you doing this to me?"

The author has something to say: The lipstick mark was accidentally rubbed on by the female mortician.

Something is wrong because there is bleeding and she is going to have a miscarriage.

Let me add about Xiao An here. He has terminal cancer, and he could only live for a few months, but he endured for half a year because of Ye Po.

(I originally wanted to find a place to write it, but later I found it inappropriate to put it here. Let me tell you in advance, and it may be mentioned in the follow-up article.)