Difficult to return

Her husband drank too much, Song Shuhua helped Lu Mingchen home from the garage, he was already too drunk to walk.

Back then, his father used to do the same thing. In order to accompany clients, he often came home late at night reeking of alcohol.

If it is said that his father is responsible for the entire Song family, it is his responsibility as the eldest brother, but why is Lu Mingchen doing this.At times like this, Song Shuhua would be grateful for his hard work, and was very puzzled. There was really no need for her husband to carry the entire Song family.Even he didn't like those relatives in his family, and he didn't think his husband liked them much.

My husband should have vomited, and there was a bad sour smell on his body.He put the man on the sofa first, went to the bathroom to put a tub of water, then put the man in the bathtub, and then went out to clean up his dirty clothes.

"Ahua...Ahua..."

As soon as he walked away, the husband yelled in the bathroom.

Song Shuhua hurriedly stuffed the clothes into the washing machine, and quickly turned them back: "What's wrong?"

The husband sat in the water with his knees hugged, was too drunk, stared at him with red eyes, murmured, and said after a while, "Song Shuhua, you...you are really too much."

"..."

"You are too much..."

Song Shuhua was silent for a while, thinking he was blaming him for putting him in the bathtub and leaving him alone.With her husband like this now, asking him to clean himself is really embarrassing for him.

He rolled up his sleeves, sat by the bathtub, helped her husband lie down, and wiped his body with a towel.

The husband still tilted his head stubbornly, stared at him for a while, then muttered, accusing him inarticulately: "You are too much..."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say is what you say. Shall you wash your hair?"

"dont wash."

"Okay, then don't wash it."

After wiping his body, he got up to get the shower head, intending to rinse off the foam from his husband's body, probably enough.When he just stood up, he didn't know how this person could fall while lying down, and his upper body suddenly slid into the bathtub.Song Shuhua turned pale with shock, and picked up the man who had spit out a string of bubbles under the water.

Lu Mingchen coughed wildly, Song Shuhua quickly patted him on the back and wiped his face dry.When the cough stops, I can't wash my hair now.

"Keep your head down...close your eyes, or the foam will go in...it's almost over, don't move, it'll be over soon..."

Serving a man who is taller than him is really physical work. After taking a shower, Song Shuhua was already out of breath when he set him up in front of the sink to dry his hair.

When he finally finished, he dragged his husband into the bedroom, and when he put him on the bed, he fell on the bed with him.

Before he could catch his breath, her husband suddenly wrapped her around, hugged him, rolled over him, held his face, and kissed him in a random way.Song Shuhua was taken aback. He was afraid of a repeat of his drunken madness last time, so he pushed him with hands and feet: "Ming...Ming Chen, let me take a bath first."

The husband closed his eyes and was immersed in the intimacy with him, forgetting everything.Song Shuhua exerted force in his hands, and raised his voice in horror: "Lu Mingchen, let me go..."

Before he finished speaking, her husband let go.But he couldn't take back his outstretched hand, and the husband was pushed by him and staggered, but luckily he fell on the bed.

Following this push and push, Lu Mingchen seemed to be in a much more sober state. He didn't try to attack again, but just turned his head to look at his husband.

Song Shuhua was slightly stunned by his expression, he had never seen such an expression on a man, like a puppy abandoned in the rain, helpless and pitiful, almost hopelessly sad.

"I'm sorry, I drank too much." When he said this, the man turned his face and turned his head back to him, "I've worked hard for you tonight, so go to bed earlier." Cover yourself under the quilt.

Song Shuhua swallowed, "I'll take a bath first."

Locked in the bathroom, guilt gradually spread in Song Shuhua's heart.The husband didn't do anything wrong, even if there was a mistake, it was all because of him, and there was really no need for the husband to endure it.The guilt provoked by his husband reminded him of the stranger he hurt last night.

He apologized, but there was still no reply.

After washing, he only put on a bathrobe, and even the few steps to the master bedroom made him nervous.Although he resisted nervously, this was his duty and what he should do. Like every time before, even if he was reluctant, he had to force himself to do so.

The light in the room had been turned off, and he didn't know if her husband had fallen asleep.He went to the window, drew the curtains lightly, not even letting in the outside light, took off his shoes, climbed into bed, and lay down behind her husband.Because he has been sleeping in the guest room recently, the quilt in the master bedroom has been removed, and he and his husband rarely slept in the same quilt.

Lu Mingchen didn't fall asleep, turned over to face him, couldn't see his expression clearly, only heard him say: "I thought you went to sleep after washing."

Song Shuhua didn't speak, he had nothing to say, he just raised his arms and climbed onto her husband's shoulders.

Lu Mingchen didn't move.

He didn't know what her husband meant, whether he had lost interest, or waited for him to be more active.But no, this is the maximum he can force himself.After a moment of stalemate, he withdrew his hand.

But before he could retract completely, he was grabbed by the man, and then pressed him under him, kissing him until he couldn't breathe.

The husband kept pounding, almost smashing his soul into pieces. Perhaps in order to escape this kind of physical and mental torture, those scattered thoughts sometimes became blank and sometimes drifted far away.

He remembered what the man said——

No one loves me, and my lover has never loved me.

He didn't know why he thought of these words at this moment, but he unexpectedly understood the loneliness and sadness in these words like never before, and then his heart constricted, and the feeling of pain spread in his chest, and he also felt it personally. Unprecedented loneliness and sadness.

He doesn't know which is more lonely and sad, not being loved by the person he loves, or not loving the person he should love.

He stretched out his hand suddenly, and in the next second, he held a pair of sweaty hands, and in the next second, he broke into a hot chest, which was empty.He doesn't want this kind of loneliness, don't want this kind of despairing sadness, even if it's not the relief he wants, it only takes a second.

The pain was deep, and he hugged his husband tightly, even if this was the person who was causing him pain at the moment.

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The scene that worried Lu Mingchen still happened. Her husband's performance in women's clothing was not a whim, and he actually regarded this kind of thing as a career he loved, and he was proud of it.

He even knew clearly that those guests were all wanting to have sex with him, masturbating his body, not only didn't care, but also said that this was part of his performance, admitting that it was something he was selling.

However, the most exasperating thing is his belittling and ridiculing himself.

Why didn't he realize that her husband is such a talkative person.Although he didn't know that the person was himself, those words really pierced his heart, and he was so uncomfortable that he stayed up all night.

"Don't you want to eat?" Song Shuhua saw her husband was looking at him without moving his chopsticks, and asked, "Don't you like pork-filled wontons?"

"Ah Hua, is there anything you want to do?"

Apart from the women's dress show, the husband must have other things he wants to accomplish. No matter what, no matter what kind of support and help he needs, he will never refuse, as long as he can give up this.

"I mean business."

Song Shuhua's chopsticks stopped, and a wonton slipped from the tip of the chopsticks and landed on the table.He frowned slightly, with a look of embarrassment: "Mingchen, I..."

"Don't be so contradictory. I know you don't want to cooperate with others. There are still many professions in this world that don't require cooperation with others. For example, creators? You can play the piano and write good articles. Maybe you can leave This is the way of writing and arranging music.”

"Mingchen, I haven't played the piano well for many years, teaching children the basics in class."

He lied again, and Lu Mingchen did not give up: "There are other jobs, such as video bloggers. We can travel around the world, and then shoot videos. You appear on camera, I will shoot, and then learn how to edit... and singers, you The singing is very nice, I heard it once before, I can invest money in you, make you popular..."

"Mingchen!" Hearing her husband's words getting more and more outrageous, Song Shuhua interrupted him, "I know it's hard for you to raise a family by yourself, and I also know that as an adult, I should go to work...but I really can't do it.

"I still have a little private money, which my mother gave me when I got married, and the fund I bought also earned some income. The money can't do much, but it is enough for the daily expenses of the family. You don't need to spend on me, and don't buy any more gifts."

"..." "You know I don't mean that."

The topic cannot be discussed any further.On the way to the company while driving, Lu Mingchen thought to himself, her husband really didn't want to try anything, so he made up his mind to go dark on the road of women's clothing show.What a headache.

Thinking of this, I remembered what my husband said. Compared with those who want to sleep with him, those who want to educate and save him make him more disgusted. He actually said that he is a hypocritical prostitute...

The horn that sounded suddenly behind him brought back his wandering thoughts, and it turned out that the red light had already jumped.

Husbands in reality don't love themselves, and husbands on the Internet also hate themselves that much. It seems that the minimum tolerance limit for a husband is not to delete and block him.

Lu Mingchen suddenly laughed, he really didn't like her husband from the inside out.

The smile on his face was like a pebble thrown into the middle of a lake, and the tiny ripples subsided instantly, leaving only the taut face and the pulled corners of the mouth.Why can he make other men fall in love with him and worship him so easily, but still can't walk into his lover's heart?

But in any case, love it or not, he is always Song Shuhua's husband.Compared with illusory feelings, this legal relationship is a definite existence.What's more, the husband occasionally gives him a little warmth like last night.

"Charity", he actually used the word.

But he seemed to be wrong. He thought that her husband would never talk to him online again.But not long after arriving at the company, I received a message from him.