87: Chapter 87 The gentle Dongfang Ming

Chapter 87 The gentle Dongfang Ming

"Feng Yu, what's wrong with you?" Just as my lips were trembling and I didn't know what to do next, Dongfang The teacher's voice suddenly sounded from behind. 1

Turning around, he saw Dongfang The teacher looking at me with worry. His heart felt inexplicably warm, and his tears fell again.

"I... "I'm fine." I stood up with difficulty and smiled at Dongfang The teacher.

"Look at your current state. Do you look fine? "Tell me, did he bully you?" Dongfang The teacher glanced at the traces of purple on my body and asked me with heartache.

"Him?" I looked at Dongfang The teacher uncertainly. What did Dongfang The teacher mean? Could it be that he knew Yan Yichen existence or something?

Otherwise, why would he ask me this? Could it be that he was really as Yan Yichen said, not an ordinary human?

"Don't hide it from me. I already know. I just do n' t understand why he would hurt you like this since you're already husband and wife." Dongfang The teacher looked at me with pity and confusion.

"Husband and wife?" Hehe, I couldn't help but laugh bitterly. We were n' t husband and wife. I wasn't his wife. I was nothing more than a tool.

It was just a tool that he could call and wave. I closed my eyes tightly and recalled the details of our relationship.

Apart from being on the stage, there were endless arguments. One day, I would live like a husband and wife. I was at best a mistress he raised outside.

If it was a mistress, she wouldn't have the wealth that a mistress should have, but she would have to pay for her body.

Little Three didn't need to have a child for him, right? But I had to get pregnant for him. Thinking about it, he felt that it was ridiculous and ridiculous.

"Feng Yu, there are some things that I know I can' t help you with. However, when you' re sad, I can lend you a shoulder to let you vent the pain in your heart to your heart."

Before I could react, my body was forcefully pulled into his embrace by Dongfang The teacher. I felt the warmth in his embrace, for some unknown reason.

I knew I couldn't, but I did n' t resist. I crawled into his arms and cried loudly.

"Wu wu ……"

I didn't know how long I had been crying. It was n' t until I felt that there were no more tears left for me to continue flowing down that I realized something.

He quickly left Dongfang Ming's embrace and wiped away the tears on his face. He was a little annoyed that he had just lost control.

No matter what, Dongfang The teacher was my The teacher. As a Student, I actually crawled into his embrace and cried.

If someone else saw me like this, they wouldn't be able to say anything about me. Really, she turned around and looked around. He could n' t help but relax a little.

Fortunately, the other students didn't seem to see the two of us. They were completely unaffected.

When my eyes touched the wet spots on Dongfang The teacher's clothes, I could n' t help but feel my cheeks burning.

If he was going to die, if he was going to die, I would actually rub tears and snot onto Dongfang The teacher. This, Feng Yu, Feng Yu, you are truly hopeless.

Then, I pinched the corner of my clothes uneasily. I still gathered my courage to look at Dongfang The teacher," I'm sorry, I' m sorry to The teacher Dongfang. I've dirty your clothes."

"It's fine, as long as you' re happy." The gentle words slowly came from Dongfang The teacher's mouth.

It made me lose my mind for a moment. Was such a gentle man like Dongfang The teacher really as dangerous as Yan Yichen said?

I felt a little confused. Was the Dongfang The teacher who was gentle and sincere towards me a bad person? I don't believe it.

On the other hand, Yan Yichen was always cold to me, occasionally gentle A little bit, perhaps it was just a charity for me, right?

Hehe, whether it was good or bad, whether it was true or not, it had nothing to do with it. At the very least, the feeling Dongfang The teacher gave me now was very warm.

However, when I saw the way he looked at me, I still started ringing the alarm. No, I can't get involved with Dongfang The teacher anymore.

I already had someone who was pregnant, and there was also that evil spirit that had been entangled with me. I could not harm Dongfang The teacher.

After all, I was only grateful to him. I knew there were no other feelings. I didn't want the innocent to be affected by Yan Yichen anger.

"Dongfang The teacher, if there's nothing else, I' ll leave first." I didn't care if Dongfang The teacher was happy or not. I turned around and ran away in panic.

"Feng Yu, if you want, I can help you ……"

I don't know what Dongfang The teacher said later. All I know is to leave this place and leave Dongfang The teacher as far as possible.

I knew that Dongfang The teacher would definitely be unhappy, but I didn't care about that much. For someone as good as him, I did n' t want anything to happen to him.

But in my heart, I was really grateful to him. I was grateful to him for extending a warm hand to me when I needed comfort the most.

I was grateful for the gentleness he had brought me, but I only treated him like a teacher and a friend...

I dragged my tired body back to the dorm. Looking at the empty dorm, I heaved a sigh of relief.

He walked to the bed and lay down quietly. He closed his eyes in confusion.

Could it be that I'm going to live like this? Yan Yichen repeated injuries almost made me feel like I was about to collapse.

He opened his eyes and looked at the marks he had left on his body. The flames of unwillingness burned in my heart.

I don't want to live like this. I really do n' t want to continue living like this. Why do I have to live passively like this?

Why? What did I do wrong? Could it be that he just took the ring because he was greedy?

However, I really couldn't accept it. All of this was clearly a deliberate arrangement by Yan Yichen. Why would I have to endure it?

But who could help me? He reached out to caress his stomach. This place was pregnant with me and his child. Could it be that, as he said, when I gave birth to the child, he would let me be free?

But for some reason, I felt that this matter wasn't that simple. From his desire to possess me, I felt something.

Perhaps just as I felt, he really cared about me, but this kind of care was completely overbearing possession.

It wasn't what I thought love was. Hur hur, I could n' t help but laugh bitterly. A person as cold as him, did he know what love was?

Perhaps he understood, but he definitely didn't treat me. I was just a tool for his desire to escape. When had he ever cared about my feelings?

When had she asked me what I liked and what I wanted? The answer was clear. No, not once.

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