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The mobile phone kept shaking, with Lin Jia's exclusive * *.
After I answered, she hesitated in a rare tone and spoke to me in a soft manner:
"Qi An, are you all right? I didn't mean to accompany Ji Nian. You know, he is going to die soon..."
"He said that before he died, his greatest wish was to hold a wedding with me. You know, the dead are the greatest."
She waited patiently for my reply, and I quietly looked at the scenery outside the window for a while.
Why do you feel so cold when it's sunny.
"In that case, why don't you go and ask me for my opinion?"
Lin Jia was a little angry, angry at my resistance, angry at my disobedience.
In her heart, I should obey her unconditionally.
Finally, such dissatisfaction, like sharp ice cones, stabbed me in succession.
I heard her say.
"Let's get divorced, and we can remarry after the wedding is over."
"I don't want Ji Nian to be a third party. I owe him this wedding."
I covered my heart and felt that my heart was broken and broken, and Lin Jia kicked it into the dust.
She loves Ji Nian and doesn't want him to be blamed by a third party.
But what about me?
She even thought a little about my feelings.
I can no longer pretend to be calm. My emotions are like a volcano suddenly erupting, which makes me unable to stop berating:
"If so, why do you want to remarry? You live with him all your life!"
My constant resistance finally intensified her, and she suddenly screamed:
"Qi'an! When did you become like this? It's so unreasonable!"
"Can't you be a little compassionate and haggle with the dying!"
I can't hear the rest.
I covered my frantic beating heart and became more and more breathless. My throat was blocked, and the faint smell of rust spread. Even the time became extremely long.
The world in which I live seems to have become a tower in the name of love, which tightly imprisons me.
Because I love her, I have to put her first in everything. Even if my wife wants to take care of another man, I can't complain.
I trembled and trembled, and the cells of my whole body screamed with pain and despair.
Finally, I heard me say:
"Lin Jia, what if I'm going to die? Are you going to divorce me?"
Lin Jia sneered and didn't care:
"Then you'd better not die in front of me. I think it's dirty."
I hung up the phone, and my mood was still not calm for a long time.
As a result, before long, Lin Jia suddenly came back.
Her face was cold, her hair was messy, and her delicate face seemed to be covered with frost.
When she saw me standing in front of her intact, her face was even colder, and she changed into a sarcastic tone:
"Is that what you said about dying?"
"I think you are very well. You just want to force me to come back with this dirty trick."
I held the bottle cap more tightly until the sharp pain came.
"I am your husband."
I looked up and said to Shanglin Jia's eyes with resentment:
"Why would I lie to you just to compete for your attention with another man?"
Lin Jia's breath stagnated and his eyes were a bit unnatural. Especially when he saw that I was alone in the room, the feeling became stronger.
"Where did you hide your son?"
"As his biological mother, I have the right to know all about him."
I unscrewed the bottle cap, pretended to be calm and swallowed a big mouthful of water, warm water, which eased a bit of throat dryness.
"My son is dead."
"Because you went to accompany Ji Nian, my son died of fever at home. When I came back, his body was stiff."
Lin Jiameng stood up. Anger, doubt, pain, these three emotions intertwined, and finally became an anger.
"So far, you are still lying to me!"
She stood up indifferently and went to find the medical bag at home.
Lin Jia took out a plate of fever medicine and looked down at me:
"Before I went out, I found a babysitter to take care of my son. How could I let him stay at home alone?"
"Your lie is so lame that even your own son should use it. Qi An, how can you become like this now?"
The trial reading of the novel "When my son died of illness, my wife was taking care of the white moonlight" 3 ended.