After I died, I became the white moonlight of scumbag A's ex-husband

Compared with the obedience and forbearance in the past, they are completely different.

This undoubtedly stimulated the furious Zong Ying to a greater extent, as if it further confirmed his conjecture that Hang Jing's previous performance was just acting.

"The only partner recognized by the law is too ridiculous, Hang Jing, you can only deceive yourself like this!"

"The law recognizes it, but I don't!"

"Do you think that just because you tricked my dad and Hang's petty profit, I really have nothing to do with you?"

"You are just playthings given to me by Mr. Hang! Do you think you can sit back and relax with a marriage certificate in hand?"

Zongying's eyes were red, and the arteries hidden under the skin of his forehead were throbbing.

I can't tell whether it's because I feel humiliated by Hang Jing's concealment and ridicule again and again, or the most powerless truth in my heart is mercilessly revealed.

All kinds of emotions were intertwined, drowning this obviously irrational alpha, making him lose normal judgment on everything.

Zong Ying glared at Hang Jing angrily, and his five fingers became more and more vigorous.

Hang Jing's wrist was tightly held in the palm of his hand, the blocked veins could not complete the blood supply for a long time, his fingers had long been numb, and the original pink and white palms became pale and weak, with no sense left.

Hang Jing hangs his head, his hair has not been completely dried, and it is wetly wrapped around his forehead and neck.

Wet hair covered most of his face, only a small part of his chin that was reddened by Zong Ying's pinching, and a thin, pink lip that trembled slightly.

Sweaty face was suppressed by the pheromone so that he had no ability to resist, the weight of his whole body was hanging on the hand that was lifted by alpha, he staggered and couldn't stand still.

But Zong Ying didn't notice, or rather, he didn't care.

"Hang Jing, you are courting death!"

Zong Ying's face turned livid, and he snorted coldly, then he let go of Hang Jing's hand, and with a flick of his palm, he pushed him away.

"I really do, I feel sick just looking at you more than once!"

Zong Ying pushed Hang Jing away and turned around to leave.

In a bathroom of just over a dozen square meters, the AO pheromone is so strong that it is comparable to the estrus period. Hang Jing can't bear it, and Zong Ying is actually very uncomfortable.

Just now he was so angry that he didn't realize it. When he came back to his senses, he couldn't stay for a second.

The camellia was so fragrant, it tempted him every minute.

But the two of them quarreled like this, even if it was just to fight for breath, Zong Ying couldn't give in today.

Anyway, don't stay here for long!

But just as he turned around and walked out, before he even touched the doorknob, he heard a short cry behind him, followed by a dull crash.

The sound of falling, the sound of sharp knives piercing into flesh and blood, all mixed together, they all exploded in the bathroom.

Zong Ying turned his head subconsciously, and what he saw immediately made his pupils constrict instantly, and his whole body shivered.

When Hang Jing was pushed away by Zong Ying, he accidentally stepped on the handle of the hair dryer that fell on the ground. His body lost strength, his legs were weak, and he couldn't maintain his balance at all, so he fell back directly.

It stands to reason that one step behind him is the sink, even if Hang Jing really couldn't stand still, at most he would bump into the sink, nothing would happen.

But I don't know if the mirror cabinet that was replaced not long ago was not installed properly. When Hang Jing fell backwards, he instinctively reached out to grab the mirror cabinet, trying to stabilize his body.

But at this moment, the mirror cabinet as a whole fell off the wall, and directly took Hang Jing with it, and fell to the floor of the bathroom.

When Zong Ying turned his head, he saw Hang Jing fell to the ground, the mirror cabinet was smashed to pieces, the glass inlaid on it was broken all over the floor, and the fragments scratched Hang Jing's palm, arm and thigh.

In an instant, the scent of camellia became stronger, with a faint smell of blood

"Xiao Jing!"

Zong Ying rushed back immediately, kicked away the shards of glass and broken wooden boards scattered on Hang Jing's side, and carefully helped him up.

"How is it? Is there anything wrong?"

Hang Jing was stunned by the fall, his eyes were filled with pain, and his whole body couldn't stop shaking.

"Zongying, hand...my hand hurts so much..."

hand?

Zong Ying looked at Hang Jing's arm, "It's okay, it's just scratched, it's not a big problem..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Hang Jing's right hand hanging on the side. The bright red blood soaked the sleeve of the bathrobe, and soon it was smudged in a large area. The blood flowed to the ground, forming a small pool. And it kept spreading outward. Hang Jing closed his eyes tightly, his face was covered with cold sweat, his whole body was shivering with pain, and he kept saying that his hands hurt.

Zong Ying stared at the pool of blood, feeling panicked.

He stretched out his hand and carefully pulled Hang Jing's sleeve away, and his fingers shrank suddenly when he saw the sight.

A finger-long shard of glass, small but sharp, pierced straight into Hang Jing's right wrist from top to bottom. "Zongying, my hand... what's wrong..."

"Why...it hurts so much..."

Hang Jing opened his eyes slightly, wanting to take a look at his right hand that hurt him so much, but Zong Ying directly covered his eyes.

"Don't look, Xiaojing, be obedient, don't look."

There was darkness in front of Hang Jing's eyes, and he became more and more afraid in his heart, and the ominous premonition and anxiety began to spread.

Zong Ying hasn't called him Xiaojing for three years.

Since the first time the two had a relationship, Zong Ying would only call him Hang Jing by his first name and last name.

He had almost forgotten that this person was called "Xiaojing" the first time, like all his relatives and friends around him.

What happened?

Why did Zong Ying suddenly change his name now?

Is it because of his hands?

"Zongying, my hand, my hand..."

Hang Jing began to struggle, because his right wrist, which had been unconscious for a long time, began to regain consciousness gradually.

In addition to the almost unbearable pain, the foreign body sensation on the wrist and the feeling of tearing flesh obviously intensified with the movement of the wrist, made Hang Jing's heart sink inch by inch.

"Zongying, is my hand... useless?"

As the amount of bleeding increased, the scent of camellia became more and more intense, but Zong Ying seemed to be poured a basin of ice water from the top of his head, and even his soul was shivering.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, I'll take you to the hospital."

As soon as he picked up Hang Jing, he rushed out, trying to ignore the panic and unexplained fear in his heart, and trying to keep his tone calm.

"Be obedient, close your eyes, don't worry about anything, nothing will happen."

"Xiao Jing is not afraid..."