Scumbag regrets after divorce

Although Yi Huajin thought of this person, she didn't want to take the initiative to contact him, mainly because she felt disgusted.

To say that there is an unforgivable person in this world, there must be one more person, and that is An Ruixuan.

Yi Huajin remembered that he slapped her and other injuries, and really wanted to press him on the ground and beat him hard to relieve her hatred.

But private fighting is against the law. He can disregard the bottom line of the law, but he cannot break the law himself.

Otherwise, conscience will not pass.

After lying down for a long time, Yi Huajin was a little tired and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I looked at my phone and found that I had slept all day again, probably due to my injury, so I was able to sleep better.

There are many missed calls on the phone, including those from Xiaonan, Hesu, Yeze, Tang Xinran, and others.

Tang Xinran also sent a message saying: "Feng Ling woke up, but I don't want to look at him anymore. I feel uncomfortable thinking about what he did. Anyway, whoever loves to watch will watch!"

After reading it, Yi Huajin deleted the message without emotion, and didn't intend to reply.

It turned out that even people who had nothing to do with him thought he was disgusting, and I didn't know how I had endured it for so long.

In the past, he couldn't bear to destroy him, but now he has established his public image as a good man, but he was preconceived as a cheating scumbag, and it was too late to expose his cheating at this time.

However, what is his reason for saving himself?

What Wei Liancheng said yesterday has been engraved in my mind for a long time. Now that I think about it, if Feng Ling really saved me, then Wei Liancheng saved me. After that, sell yourself completely.

But if he doesn't listen to him now, he might really sue Ye Ze's company.

And if he wants him to sue, he has to confess Xiao Nan and make him plead guilty and go to jail, because he has harmed the interests of Ye Ze and Wei Liancheng's company, even if he forgives him, it's useless.

After thinking about it, I don't have the slightest clue, even now I don't even know who saved me.

It was really boring to lie down for a while, since Tang Xinran said that Feng Ling woke up, it's okay to go and see him.

By the way, cliché.

Although his right leg was fractured, luckily the doctor prepared a crutch for him, and Yi Huajin went out with the crutch.

After inquiring about Xia Fengling's single room in 502, he deliberately knocked on the door loudly when he went: "Mr. Feng, do you think it's okay to knock on the door?"

As soon as the voice fell, the door opened.

Feng Ling stood at the door with a pale face and chapped lips. He was naked on his upper body and had a thick bandage wrapped around his chest. He looked at Yi Huajin with gloomy eyes.

"Feng..." Yi Huajin wanted to break the silence, but just as she said a word, Feng Ling pulled her into her arms vigorously.

"Broken leg?" Feng Ling's weak and hoarse voice sounded in his ears, and his voice was still trembling slightly.

This feeling of weakness is like the blood in the whole body has been drained.

What's more, his face is also terribly pale. Can he really get out of the hospital in this state?

Yi Huajin still suspected that what Tang Xinran saw was fake.

"It's just a broken bone." Yi Huajin didn't move in his arms, mainly because she was afraid that if she moved, the person holding him would fall apart.

"What about other places, is there anything wrong?" Feng Ling's eyes fell on Yi Huajin's swollen face, and he stretched out his hand to touch it, but it was only a light touch, as if he was touching foam carefully.

Yi Huajin blocked his hand, not too happy for him to touch it: "It hurts."

Feng Ling's hand just froze in mid-air, his fingers bent back and forth twice, and finally withdrew his hand.

He also retracted his concerned gaze.

Yi Huajin slowly pushed him away, entered the room with a cane, found a place to sit down, and took a look at the room. It was quite spacious, just like a hotel.

Feng Ling also came over, sat down next to him, and asked lightly: "Where else are you injured, besides your face and legs?"

Yi Huajin thought for a while: "There."

"Where?" Feng Ling was a little confused.

"It's the place where you need me to provide you with services." Yi Huajin tried to speak cryptically, he doesn't like to drive fast like Feng Ling.

And he said all this purely to anger Feng Ling, because he knew what kind of psychology Feng Ling was, he was the kind of man who was so possessive that he was sickly.

Feng Ling understood. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a mouthful of blood gushed out. The blood was black, and fell down his chin onto the white bandage on his chest.

The effect was quite obvious, he was so angry that he vomited blood!

But what he vomited out was all blood, because it was black.

But Yi Huajin only dared to hide it, after all, he still had to rely on the bed to satisfy Feng Ling and stay by his side, so he immediately changed his words: "But I'm not sure... He originally wanted to find someone to flirt with me, but Later, I passed out and was rescued, but the doctor didn’t say anything happened to me, maybe they didn’t do anything.”

Feng Ling suddenly changed the subject: "Have you ever given it to others before?"

Sure enough, he was most concerned about this issue, and it really couldn't be changed by a dog.

"I said no, you never believed it."

"I saw you getting off other men's cars, I saw you kissing other men flirtatiously, I saw you coming out of other men's rooms with disheveled clothes... How can I believe you?"

Yi Huajin stared at his serious expression, suddenly chuckled, and mocked: "I used to care about your insulting my innocence, but now I don't care at all. Believe it or not, you don't love me anyway, I Whether your body is dirty or not, you can still play with it, for you, happiness is the most important thing, isn't it?"

Feng Ling was silent, and it took a long time before he said slowly: "Yi Huajin, I believe you once."

"Like I said, it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not." Yi Huajin still had an indifferent smile on her lips: "My thoughts are very simple now, as long as you let me stay by your side, I don't have anything else to ask for."

"Stay forever, are you willing?" Feng Ling asked suddenly.

Yi Huajin didn't think much about what he meant, nodded, and then asked, "Did you save me?"

"No..." Feng Ling replied decisively, and deliberately pointed to the wound on his chest, indicating that he would not be able to leave the hospital.

"But Xiao Tang said, you saved me."

Feng Ling quickly retorted: "Do you believe his nonsense? Yi Huajin, can you stop being sentimental all the time, I'll block a shot for you is enough to give you face, and you still want me to risk my life to save you?" You? Why don't you write the Mary Su novel "The Domineering President Falls in Love with Me"?"

It was only then that Yi Huajin realized that she had really thought too much, and it was impossible for him to save herself. It seemed that Wei Liancheng was not lying.

Yi Huajin followed Fengling without changing her face: "I'm an artist, you should say let me draw manga."

"Then you are really amazing." Feng Ling returned to him in a strange way, and looked him up and down carefully, and said again after about a minute: "Is there nothing wrong with other places?"

Yi Huajin didn't answer, took out a few pieces of paper and handed them to him: "Wipe off your blood before talking."

That chin was dripping with pitch black blood, which was a bit scary to be honest, and Yi Huajin couldn't stand it anymore.

Feng Ling put his chin close to Yi Huajin's face: "You wipe it for me."

Yi Huajin had no choice, the blood was almost rubbing against his face, so he had no choice but to raise his hand, and the paper in his hand touched Fengling's chin.

A piece of snow-white paper was soaked in blood.

Once white is stained, it never comes back.

Yi Huajin threw away the waste paper casually, and was about to take another paper to wipe the corners of his mouth, when she heard Feng Lingxin's order: "Lick it for me."

Yi Huajin was startled for a moment: "What did you say?"

Feng Ling licked his chapped lips, there were obvious bloodstains on it: "It means...to show mercy and give you a chance to kiss me."

Yi Huajin's expression froze. He really rarely took the initiative to kiss Fengling before. The farewell was a rare one. The last time I was in his office was just to stimulate An Ruixuan, and it was obviously acting, so I just tapped .

"Seeing your reluctance?" Feng Ling smiled and moved his face closer, looking at his embarrassing and shy expression with interest: "It's not that I haven't kissed before, your first kiss was mine, and it's all very sweet." It's been years, why can't you let go?"

"I fucked up on the bed, usually I have to be sweeter and more obedient, otherwise I'll be replaced." Feng Ling raised his eyebrows in a threatening manner again, but it was a gentle smile.

Yi Huajin still didn't move, it didn't matter whether she was disgusted or not, the important thing was that something was wrong with Feng Ling.

"You're so hurt, don't indulge in lust." Yi Huajin persuaded.

"What are you wanting, I just want you to kiss me." Feng Ling felt aggrieved on his own, looking at Yi Huajin eagerly, like a child begging for candy from an adult.

Yi Huajin looked at him with "three-year-old" eyes, and finally compromised, leaning forward to bite his chapped lips.

Salty, a little fishy.

It's the smell of blood.

With a symbolic tap, Yi Huajin was about to let go, but before he could get away, Feng Ling's whole body pressed over aggressively as always.

The usual practice is to clasp your hands, throw yourself down, and rub your ears together.

It was a completely different person from the weak appearance just now.

Yi Huajin was so kissed that he almost couldn't help the conditioned reflex. Human desire can't be suppressed by being hurt. This is a man's instinct.

Last time at home, Yi Huajin found that her body was already a little dependent on Feng Ling's skills.

"Xiao Jin, I applied to transfer you to the same ward as me, and you will take care of me in the future." After Feng Ling was satisfied, he let go of Yi Huajin.

"Hmm..." Yi Huajin felt a little hot from his kiss, he covered his mouth and tried his best to suppress his lust, and he didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye.

"Taking care of me means feeding me, dressing me, changing my medicine, and chatting with me."

Yi Huajin looked up at him strangely: "Did you get hit in the head? Paralyzed or demented, do you want me to take care of you like this?"

"Not happy?" Feng Ling faded from his gentle smile and became ruthless.

Yi Huajin didn't reply, he was usually not the one to express dissatisfaction on his face.

But this time he couldn't control it.