Chapter 33

I kicked my slippers and went to open the door. I just ordered a takeout. I should have opened the door when the takeout arrived.

Outside the door, the people standing all over the air conditioning.

It's Ling Mo fan.

The man in front of him is wearing a velvet suit and a long windbreaker over the knee, just like a Western noble gentleman. Under the bridge of his nose, his thin lips are pursed into a line.

The facial features are hard but not stiff, and the delicate face makes it difficult for people to look away.

I closed the door. This man blocked the door with his feet. His feet were in the door and the doorframe. I hate him, but it doesn't mean that I want to hurt his body.

"What are you doing?" My tone was filled with impatience.

The expression on his face was obscure. After hearing what I said, he finally frowned. I didn't want to see him, so I added a few decibels: "take your feet away!"

"We're not divorced yet." His voice, very texture, like a metal collision, will make people intoxicated.

However, the content of what he said was too much for me. It was too bad.

All my dissatisfaction was expressed in my face, including disgust for him, "take your feet away!" I repeat what I just said.

Ling Mo fan suddenly held my wrist. I was 1.67 meters tall and weighed on the day I was discharged from hospital. Despite all kinds of tonics in the past two months, it was still only 90 Jin. He was holding my wrist, and the skeleton of my wrist was pinched by him.

"Let go." No matter what I do, I can't get rid of his shackles.

This man, a face of indifference, exudes a cold breath, "Ye Jinyun, what do you take me for?"

He suddenly asked me that.

It made me feel a little embarrassed.

After listening to Ling ChenYun's words, I know about the contract marriage between Ling Mofan and me. Since it's a contract marriage, shouldn't it be easy to get together and break up?

It's really strange why I didn't forget anything in the past, just forget everything on the line with Ling Mofan.

Maybe I don't want to remember it subconsciously, and then I forget it after sleeping for three years.

"Ling Mo fan, don't do that. Let the past be the past." I suddenly feel no need, hate is useless, things have gone so long, why do I have to.

It's ridiculous. I can't help laughing at myself.

Ling Mo fan grabbed my hand and entered the room.

"Touch", the door was not closed, but was smashed.

My heart seems to have missed a beat.

"You let go, Ling Mo fan, what do you want to do?" I said not calmly.

He just gave a cold hum and ignored my words.

"Ling Mo fan, are you deaf? I want you to let go!" This murderer, he killed my child, why do you treat me like this now!

My anger was gently provoked by him. "Ling Mo fan, you murderer!"

He sat on the single sofa and looked at me coldly. It seemed that he was always haunted by the calm, casual and arrogant atmosphere.

It's very annoying to me.

"Let go of me!" I repeat this sentence over and over again.

"You didn't answer my question." He still tugged at my hand, nodded slightly, and his eyes were shining, slightly complicated.

I stood in front of him and my wrist was strangled by him.

"What do you want me to say?" I calmed down, looked down at the man, "those things in the past, that's it, I don't want to see you again."

I'm telling the truth, but why when I look at the man in front of me and say this, I feel like I've been stabbed by a needle. Yes, it hurts.

The big hands that tugged at my wrists added a few layers of strength. "To answer my question, I just want a word of truth."

His tone is very flat, like saying that the weather is so good today.

My heart pulls of flustered, "Ling Mo fan, you let go." I used almost all my strength.

However, he raised his lips and said with a very ironic smile, "Miss ye, since you are still alive, we are still husband and wife now. As a wife, maybe you should fulfill the obligations you owe your wife in recent years."

I looked at the radian of the man's mouth, and continued to struggle, "you let me go, Ling Mo fan, even if it's me, please."

I want to live for myself once. The past is gone, isn't it?

"Let you go?" The fierce color of his eyes flashed by, leaving a faint haze of smoke gray, "Ye Jinyun, I gave you the money, your father is the lawyer I helped to find, let you go, I can raise a woman, at least warm the bed, I spend money on you, what do I want?"

"You..." Does this man talk so much before?

I was blocked up by him for a moment.