Inferior pampering

Chapter 2

　　That dull and helpless appearance, eyes drenched in fear, shaking his head while scratching his arms to the point of blood dripping... There is no shadow of the wanton boy who surprised him at a glance on the horseback when he first met.

　　After three years of marriage, the two respected each other like ice, and they met only a handful of times.

　　There were only one or two instant intimacy, all during Ji Tingyu's distraught and passionate estrus.

　　And He Zhuo had no one to appease He Zhuo's countless susceptible periods of scorching hotness, so he could only vent his anger by punching frantically.

　　Responsibility for marriage constrains him not to cheat or go out for food, but the price is that he never gives Ji Tingyu a good face.

　　Opening his mouth to sneer and sarcasm, shutting his mouth to be eccentric, and even bringing young masters and young ladies who play tricks in the business field in front of him to demonstrate and ridicule him.

　　He Zhuosi Jiji raised his hand and slapped himself hard, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

　　The towering Adam's apple trembled slightly, and the fingertips holding the coffin pressed deeply on the mahogany until it turned blue and white, but they didn't dare to pick up the little ball of hair.

　　"What happened to Xiaoyu...what happened to him in Suist?"

　　"The assignment letter he received to go to Syest was a fake, and the press department never sent anyone there. Someone tricked him there and took away his equipment and communication tools. The war broke out in an elementary school Nearby, he died in the fire trying to save those children."

　　"Who is it?" He Zhuo's complexion was frighteningly gloomy, and his long and narrow eyes were bottomless.

　　"I haven't found it yet, I only know that there are spies in his team." When Ji Tinglan said this, he looked at him with hatred: "Speaking of which, President He also made great contributions to Xiaoyu's death?"

　　"This mission is so dangerous, he shouldn't have gone on it, but he married you for three years, and you bullied him for three years! It's fine to bring him back to show him, and invite a group of dancing girls on his birthday Come to the house to have a party, he couldn't stand it, so he took that mission!"

　　As if his head had been smashed open with a blow, He Zhuo raised his head in disbelief, opened his mouth, and didn't utter a word. It took him a long time to organize his words: "Is he... forced to leave by me?"

　　He Zhuo couldn't accept this fact at all.

　　He opened his mouth, his brows were tightly knit together in disbelief, his expression gradually changed from stiff to out of control, two lines of tears rolled down his face in embarrassment, and he was no longer calm and dignified.

　　"But I didn't want to have a party on his birthday. I just, just said it to him on purpose, trying to stimulate him, let him be soft on me, stop being so cold to me—"

　　"Deliberately tell him? To stimulate him?"

　　Ji Tinglan was about to explode, and punched him in the face: "Xiaoyu's mental state was already very bad before he married you. The doctor said that his depression was so severe that he might commit suicide at any time. He married back just to stimulate him? To abuse him? Are you still a fucking human!"

　　With a muffled "bang", He Zhuo was knocked down to the ground, a mouthful of fresh blood gushed out of his throat, spit on the ground and spattered blood foam, he didn't care to wipe, turned his head stiffly, his teeth chattering.

　　"What did you say? Xiaoyu, he, he has...?"

　　And Ji Tinglan's expression was more surprised than him: "You don't know? He has been with you for three years, and you didn't know he was sick?!"

　　He Zhuo's expression was empty, pale as a ghost.

　　Ji Tinglan suddenly thought of something, and his heart suddenly hung in his throat: "His ears were injured by a bomb, and he has always been hard of hearing, don't you know!"

　　He Zhuo shook his head.

　　"What about the old leg disease? He can't stand for a long time and can't catch a cold. Don't you even know this?!"

　　He Zhuo still shook his head, and more blood oozes from his mouth, flowing on his pale and embarrassed face, like cracked lines on the dry sand.

　　"Yeah, I don't know, I don't know anything..."

　　Not only did they not know that he was weak of hearing, but they always taunted him when he didn't answer; Suffering from depression, he deliberately stimulated him, neglected him, forced him away alive, and forced him to the battlefield...

　　"I killed him..." He Zhuo sneered, lowered his head in despair, like a beast swallowed by regret: "But I am his husband..."

　　She was supposed to love him, accompany him, and respect his husband, but she didn't even find out that he was so ill, and she wanted to drag him from one hell to another, and send him to a dead end with her own hands.

　　He Zhuo thought of the pitiful little things in the past three years, and remembered Ji Tingyu waving goodbye to him pretending to be chic every time he left for the battlefield.

　　At that time, he naively thought that there would always be a chance for the two to meet again, so let's wait until the next time.

　　The next time we meet again, he will bake Ji Tingyu's favorite chestnut cake for him, and tell him: I have always liked you, but I just can't help being suffocated. I'm not so sexual that I have to do it every day. Don't be disgusting, okay? good?

　　But they have no next time, never again.

　　His kitten was melted by the fire...into a charred little mass...

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　　He Zhuo didn't know how he left Ji's house that day, he only remembered that he rolled down the stairs, fell into a coma, and then had a dream of Ji Tingyu.

　　But that was a nightmare.

　　Because he saw Ji Tingyu's death.

　　The bruised Omega was lying on the ruined wall of the school, with a big bloody hole in his lower abdomen, dragging his two shot legs to crawl all over the ground.

　　When he couldn't move, he lay in a pool of blood, clutching something in his hand to say his last words.

　　He said: "Brother, this year's wedding anniversary, I couldn't make it back. But you shouldn't care, after all, I will only annoy you in front of you.

　　In fact, I don't dislike you, I already liked you on the snow mountain, but because of work, I had to go back immediately, so I couldn't get your contact information.

　　When something happened at home, my father pushed me out to get married. I didn't want to, but knowing that the person was you, I agreed without thinking too much.