Even five years ago, Nie Changhuan seldom cried in front of Fu Xingye, let alone burst into tears like this.
Fu Xingye looked at the hand she was holding on his forearm, and his Adam's apple rolled down very hard: "Nie Changhuan, you just..."
As soon as he spoke, Nie Changhuan suddenly let go of him.
Fu Xingye was stunned for a moment, and didn't react for a while, just watched her suddenly lean towards him, then took out something from the storage compartment, and slammed it straight into her own face.
Fu Xingye's reaction was slow for a second, but his hand subconsciously stretched out to cover Nie Changhuan's face.
Nie Changhuan's knife was pierced on the back of Fu Xingye's hand, and the bright red cock suddenly dripped down.
Fu Xingye only frowned slightly. At this moment, his consciousness finally came to his senses. He turned his head to look at the small and sharp fruit knife Nie Changhuan was holding in his hand, and then he looked at his hand on Nie Changhuan's face.
When he was stimulated by Tan Mingya and abused himself, the back of his hands had blood holes deeper than this. At that time, he didn't care very much, and he didn't even feel any pain.
But today, looking at the back of the hand that was still bleeding out, Fu Xingye’s temples jumped suddenly, and the inexplicable anger and irritation grew thicker. He suddenly raised his eyes to stare at Nie Changhuan, wanting to ask her if she knew if the knife was used. What will happen if it really falls on her face!
But he just stared at Nie Changhuan, that stubborn girl Nie Changhuan hooked his lips, holding up the dagger and piercing his other side of the face!
Fu Xingye's head jumped suddenly, but his hands moved faster, and he grabbed the sharp knife with his bare hands!
The sharpness of the blade was so sharp that even Fu Xingye could clearly feel that because of too much force, the blade had already made a deep cut in his palm.
Nie Changhuan was stunned, glanced at the fruit knife he was holding in a daze, and looked at Fu Xingye with that expression.
Fu Xingye stared at her with deep eyebrows: "Nie Changhuan, stop making trouble, okay?"
"Noisy? At this point, do you still think that I'm just arguing with you?" Nie Changhuan kept her posture unchanged. She tilted her head and glanced at the knife held by Fu Xingye, crying and laughing so embarrassed." Fu Xingye, I'm like this now, don't you really see how much I want to get rid of you? Do you think I'm just grabbing your attention?"
"No, really not." Nie Changhuan's tears kept falling, especially when she saw the blood on Fu Xingye's hands dripping onto her seat and in the car, her tears fell even more fiercely. "Fu Xingye, I really really don’t want to have anything to do with you anymore. You are a high-ranking person or do nothing all day long, but I am not. I have to support my family and educate my children. I don’t have any more thoughts. I've dealt with you. So here today, whether it's ruining this face, or I kneel down and kowtow to you to show your wishes, I just hope you can let me go!"
Fu Xingye looked at her, his expression indistinguishable, motionless.
Nie Changhuan said so much, waited for a few seconds, and when he was about to continue speaking, Fu Xingye suddenly asked her: "Nie Changhuan, have you ever thought that I really want you, I really... love you, not you Can't it?"
He concealed something and let go of the small fruit knife, opened his palm and took a look, still said: "Nie Changhuan, I'm serious."
When he said this, he seemed to be a little nervous after brewing it thousands of times, so that his tone was a little stiff, and his voice trembled slightly.
Nie Changhuan laughed directly.
Fu Xingye was angry for a moment, but looking at Nie Changhuan's face, he silently swallowed the anger by himself, but pressed his thin lips tightly and said nothing. Nie Changhuan held her face in silence for a few seconds, then when she let go of her hand, she looked at her bloody seat and floor mats, and said faintly: "Please get out of the car, I'm leaving."
She suddenly changed the subject like this, probably because she felt that the talk was broken, and there was no need to waste her energy.
For a moment, the feeling of being so stubbornly hated by Nie Changhuan made Fu Xingye so exhausted that he was really ready to get out of the car and leave.
But his hands were on the door of the car, and he drew back.
Nie Changhuan glanced at him, the disgust in his eyes grew thicker.
Fu Xingye didn't look at her anymore, and slowly pulled a few pieces of paper to block the bloody mouth: "Nie Changhuan, what do you want me to do before you are willing to... accept me again?"
"There is no such possibility." Nie Changhuan paused, and suddenly smiled badly, "If you are so affectionate, maybe you can die."
Fu Xingye tilted his head to look at her, and when he looked at Nie Changhuan who was so extreme today, he suddenly grinned, "Isn’t it an achievement to force you to be like this? Nie Changhuan, I will at least tear off the mask on your face. The you in front of me are at least real."
Nie Changhuan smiled slightly.
Fu Xingye was inexplicably happy, and the corners of his lips smiled deeper: "You can mention other conditions, but you can't die. If I die, what will you do if you make up?"
Nie Changhuan laughed angrily by the way he looked, but he didn't expect that he could have such a brain circuit suddenly.
She thought she was like this, and Fu Xingye had to take into account his own self-esteem no matter what. Not to mention whether he will come to pester himself again in the future, but today he will definitely fall on the car door and leave.
But now...
Nie Changhuan felt frustrated, and suddenly realized that he really had nothing to do with a shameless man like Fu Xingye. He really doesn't eat soft or hard.
Nie Changhuan didn't want to say a word, turned his head to look out the car window, but actually didn't see anything.
Only then did Fu Xingye throw the fruit knife that had been pinched in his palm out of the window, and then pulled out his car key and poked his head out.
Xia Guo, who had been waiting outside the car, looked at him blankly.
Fu Xingye beckoned to her, Xia Guo was surprised and stepped forward unconsciously.
"The license plate number is xxxxx, bother." After saying that, he threw the car key to Xia Guo, and without seeing whether Xia Guo was connected or not, he drew back into the car.
He poked at the silent Nie Changhuan with his elbow: "I can't drive now. You have to take me to the hospital."
As if afraid that Nie Changhuan would choke himself, he quickly added: "Or just go anywhere else. If you want to stay here forever, I can stay with you."
Nie Changhuan closed his eyes and started the car. However, Fu Xingye's car was behind her, so she could only drive forward. She knew that Fu Xingye had given Xia Guo his car key just now, so she looked back and met Xia Guo, and drove away.
As the car drove on the highway, Nie Changhuan didn't choose to go back to Yancheng, let alone go to the hospital, ignoring Fu Xingye, who had injured both hands.
This would loosen up, and Fu Xingye leaned on the back of the chair, the pain in the palm of his palm was a little unusual, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.
He tilted his head to look at Nie Changhuan, as if reluctantly: "Why, really don't want to take me to the hospital? I just saw rust on your fruit knife. If I get tetanus, maybe it's tetanus. Something big happened."
Nie Changhuan focused on driving and ignored him, as if he hadn't heard Fu Xingye's words at all.
Fu Xingye curled his lips helplessly, and stopped talking when he leaned on the back of the chair.
After sitting in the old house all night, Fu Xingye fell asleep very quickly.
A man's low breathing sounded in his ears. After all, Nie Changhuan, who had been concentrating on driving, couldn't hold back anymore. He turned his head and looked at his two hands wrapped in paper.
The white napkins had all been dyed red, crumpled and messed up on his hands.
Just looking at it, you can imagine how painful it is.
Nie Changhuan felt a little bored. When he retracted his gaze, his gaze flickered, and he glanced at Fu Xingye's face again, and he saw his frowning eyebrows at a glance.
His gaze fell on the road in front of the car again, but Nie Changhuan's mind was full of the scenes he had just seen, and he even unconsciously remembered the words that Fu Xingye said before that there was rust on the fruit knife.
Nie Changhuan couldn't remember whether the fruit knife had been left in the car. Whether there was any rust on the knife. Or maybe it didn't, but now she is not sure.
She recalled the extreme behavior she had made to hit Fu Xingye and ruin her face just now because of Liu Feifei's emotional breakdown, she couldn't help but laughed at herself.
Once a person loses his mind, he can really do everything.
Now that she calmed down, she was afraid.
Whether it was driving to hit Fu Xingye or ruining his own face, it was stupid and unworthy.
The more I thought about this, the more upset Nie Changhuan became. Seeing that there was a high-speed intersection ahead, she was still hesitating, but she had already turned the steering wheel and headed towards the intersection.
After getting off the highway, she listened for a while on the side of the road, searched and re-entered the address in the navigation, and then drove on again.
About 20 minutes later, she parked the car on the parking lot.
She looked at the buildings not far in front, and wanted to turn around and leave before Fu Xingye woke up several times: After all, she was disfigured an hour ago and wanted to draw a line with him, but now she feels relentless.
But in the end, she averted her heart and stretched out her hand to push Fu Xingye roughly: "Don't sleep."
Fu Xingye slowly opened his eyes, the fog and tiredness in his eyes slowly became clear when he saw the bold characters not far in front of the car, and then he grinned.
When he smiled, Nie Changhuan's expression became even more ugly, but she just sat in the driver's seat and did not look at Fu Xingye. She still said in that cold tone: "Don't you roll down?"
Fu Xingye suddenly approached her: "Aren't you with me?"
"..." Nie Changhuan was about to choke him, and Fu Xingye said again, "I have all the injuries on my hands. It doesn't matter, it's a big deal. I have to look at the small cuts on your face. I'm afraid of scars. You will need to look in the mirror and feel bad later No. Don’t tell me that it doesn’t matter if you don’t love beauty. If you really don’t love beauty, what are the piles of bottles and cans in your bedroom for? And, my phone and wallet are in the car. , If you don’t accompany me, I will be kicked out when I go to the hospital."
"..." Nie Changhuan never knew that Fu Xingye could have so many words. She frowned silently, too lazy to listen to him beeping, opened the door and got out of the car first.
Fu Xingye watched the car door being slammed up, but his sense of pleasure spread all over his limbs. He stretched out his body slowly, and then he bent down and got out of the car.
Nie Changhuan saw that he had come down. After locking the car, Nie Changhuan walked straight into the hospital without waiting for him.
Fu Xingye was tall and long in legs, so he caught up with her casually and walked shoulder to shoulder with her.
Nie Changhuan was filled with self-irritation. He kept holding back and did not speak. He just registered in silence and went to queue in front of the doctor's office.
When she arrived at Fu Xingye, she was sitting on a bench and didn't mean to follow up.
Fu Xingye seemed to be afraid that she would run away, so he used his strength to pull her up and forcibly led her into the doctor's office.
The doctor glanced at the two of them, and after checking Fu Xingye's hands, he said with some disapproval: "If the two are quarreling, don't use force, let alone dangerous items like knives."
"..." Nie Changhuan.
Fu Xingye looked at Nie Changhuan faintly, and said weakly, "Have you heard?"
"..." Nie Changhuan glared at Fu Xingye.
Fu Xingye immediately lowered his head injured.
The doctor saw the interaction between the two in his eyes and couldn't help but say to Nie Changhuan: "Little girl, now the woman using force against the man is also domestic violence. Besides, if you use the knife directly, if your husband doesn't tolerate you, you have to The criminal responsibility of intentionally hurting others."
Nie Changhuan squeezed his fingertips secretly, not wanting to make a pointless explanation to the doctor, but pulled his lips and forced a smile, indicating that he had heard it.
Seeing her attitude, the doctor shook his head and sighed: "You young people don't know how to cherish. It takes great fate for two people to get together. The same principle, no matter how good the relationship is Can't afford to kill, even if it's another person, the truth and ending are the same."
Fu Xingye nodded approvingly, and his voice followed a little lower: "You are right."
The doctor glanced at Fu Xingye's humbly teaching, remembered the shocking wounds on his hands, and couldn't help but glanced at Nie Changhuan reproachfully.
Nie Changhuan just didn't see it.
After finally getting out of the doctor's office, Nie Changhuan didn't want to talk to Fu Xingye anymore, so he moved forward.
Fu Xingye hurriedly stopped in front of her, and coaxed her with a smiling face in the corridor of the people coming and going: "Okay, it's just a joke, don't be angry."
"Get out of the way!" Nie Changhuan raised his hand and pushed him.
Fu Xingye naturally refused, so Nie Changhuan suddenly raised his eyes and stared at him: "Fu Xingye, can you go away?!"
As soon as her voice fell, the doctor's voice just sounded behind her: "Hey, the list is removed."
Fu Xingye looked up and saw the pile of lists in the doctor's hand. He hurriedly smiled and said, "I was walking in a hurry. I forgot for a while. Thank you for sending them."
Nie Changhuan remembered Fu Xingye, who usually didn't look straight at people in Whale City. He could not help showing a mocking expression in order to pretend to be a weak and good-looking Fu Xingye in front of a strange doctor.
Just as the doctor walked over and saw the expression on her face, he didn't even have a good face towards Nie Changhuan's doctor who had acted as a family caregiver. He stuffed the slip into Nie Changhuan's hand: "He has both hands injured. Injury, hurry up to pay for the medicine, don't delay!"
Seeing the doctor put the slip over, Nie Changhuan hesitated and accepted it.
Facing the doctor's accusation and waiting gaze, Nie Changhuan hummed dullly, feeling that he had never been so wronged in his life.
Fu Xingye was in a good mood. He ran around behind the puffed Nie Changhuan all the way, and then changed to Nie Changhuan and waited outside for him to sew up the wound. Finally, the two people got into Nie Changhuan's car one after another.
It was just that there was a delay, when the two got into the car, it was already dark.
Before, Nie Changhuan decided to get off the expressway temporarily to find a hospital nearby. In other words, this place is now a city she has never used before, and it is a completely unfamiliar place. As soon as it gets dark, this strangeness intensifies.
There were several things in her heart, and she couldn't help being anxious, and finally had to call home to make sure that Xia Guo had gone home and the two children were ready to eat dinner, and her irritability was slightly relieved.
She also told Xia Guo and Aunt Su to take good care of the two children and pay attention to their own safety before hanging up the phone.
When Nie Changhuan called, Fu Xingye kept staring at her intently, thinking that she worked so hard for her two children on weekdays, and her heart was a little sore.
It seems that before giving birth, Chu Yan hired two aunts to take care of her daily life. Later, after the birth of the child, the housekeeper once reported to him that Chu Yan not only hired a nanny and aunt, but also hired a child-raising wife and a child-raising teacher in the house. In total, there are four or five people who take care of the child full-time...
Ah.
Thinking about it this way, Fu Xingye is quite an asshole. Where did he spend his money
And the people who really deserve to be cared for by him frown every day for trivial matters such as livelihood and child safety education.
Nie Changhuan threw the phone to the storage compartment without even looking at Fu Xingye: "Today is almost the toss, can you go back to your own place now? I won't serve you anymore."
"..." Fu Xingye panicked, because suddenly he didn't find a reason to continue relying on Nie Changhuan.
After being silent for about two or three seconds, Fu Xingye Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the bag of medicine in the back seat: "The doctor said, you have to apply the medicine as soon as possible..."
"Your hands haven't reached the point of being scrapped? Can't you just paint it yourself?" Nie Changhuan has really exhausted all patience, and she is extremely tired now, and she doesn't know how she will leave the car alone. Drove home, so when Fu Xingye spoke, she interrupted him irritably and spoke badly.
No one wants to accompany suffering and trouble every day, but since reuniting with Fu Xingye, Nie Changhuan has been stuck in trouble and often sleeps and eats so much that the two paintings she promised Sha Rong have not yet been completed.
Fu Xingye was interrupted by her, her thin lips stretched, without saying anything, she took the bag sideways, rummaged through it for a while, and finally took out a tube of ointment.
He read the instructions, then unscrewed the bottle cap and squeezed some ointment on his fingertips, then raised his hand and wiped the thin wound on Nie Changhuan's face.