chapter 18 you

"Bang!"

I kicked open the bedroom door hard, and the door slammed against the doorway wall.

The wife and the strange man inside were so frightened that they both looked at me blankly, as if they were frightened.

I was not stunned, I rushed forward, raised my knife and struck the man hard on the head.

At the same time, I yelled, "You idiot! I'll kill you..."

The man dodged for a moment, but I still injured his arm. His clothes were torn and blood spilled out.

I don't think about the consequences now. The hatred for taking my wife is irreconcilable. Even if I die, I will kill this adulterer!

I waved my knife again and continued to strike at him, but this time he completely dodged it.

I hit the wardrobe with my knife, making a cut in the wardrobe, and the kitchen knife got stuck in it.

When I was drawing the knife, the man started to run away.

I stopped drawing my sword, chased him hard, and kicked him hard in the back.

This kick directly knocked him to the ground, and then he sat on top of him, squeezing his throat with both hands.

He kept struggling and waving his hands, but I was so angry that I couldn't care anymore.

At this time, my wife pulled me hard from behind. She didn't pull me up, so I still held the man's throat.

My wife immediately shouted to me, "Jay Carter, stop it! Stop fighting, someone is going to die!"

My eyes were red and I shouted angrily in my throat, "I'm going to kill someone today! Get out of here and I'll deal with you later..."

My wife continued to pull me, and at the same time shouted loudly, "Don't misunderstand, Jay Carter, stop it! He is just a courier..."

Damn it, you still want to lie that I am delivering the express. Who the hell is going to deliver the express to you in the middle of the night?

And did the courier deliver it to the bedroom?

Where's the ghost letter?

I continued to pinch the man's neck. Soon, his face turned red, and his hands that were constantly waving gradually lost their strength. It looked like he was about to die.

At this time, he actually took out a work badge from his pocket and threw it on the ground.

I took a look, and it turned out to be a courier employee ID card.

Seeing this, I let go of my hand, but I didn't let go of him, still riding on him.

After he got a breath, he began to gasp for air and cough continuously, as if he was in pain.

I picked up the work sign on the ground, took a closer look, and then compared it with him. It was really him.

But I don’t believe it’s almost eleven o’clock in the evening. How could there be a courier coming to my door and even going to the bedroom?

This cannot be explained in any way!

The wife then said, "Jay Carter, believe me, he is the courier."

I turned around and glared at my wife angrily, and said in a deep voice, "The courier is here to deliver the courier so late?"

The courier guy who was pinned down by me said with some pain, "Brother, I am delivering within the same city. Normally we are online 24 hours a day. If you don't believe me, you can call our company and ask."

I was stunned for a moment, then turned back to my wife and asked, "Okay, even if he is delivering express, what does it mean to go to your bedroom?"

The wife hurriedly explained, "There is a mouse in the bedroom, so I asked this guy to help me find it. He has good intentions!"

I admit that there are indeed rats in our house, because it is an older community, a resettlement house, and we live on the 6th floor. Rats can easily climb up along the sewer pipes.

The courier boy also said anxiously, "Brother, you really misunderstood. I'm just here to help your wife catch mice..."

"What about the mouse? Did you catch it?"

"I caught it. I've already thrown it into the trash can. I was about to take you downstairs to throw it away when you came back."

After hearing what he said, I hurriedly ran to look at the trash can in the bedroom, and there was indeed a dead rat in it.

Did I really misunderstand?

Thinking about it again, when they rushed into the house just now, they were all dressed neatly and there was no mess at all.

And I still remember that last time my wife went to the hotel with a middle-aged man with a big belly, but this guy was very thin, so he was definitely not the same guy as last time.

I took a deep breath and said again, "Then why are you running?"

The courier boy also stood up from the ground. He seemed to have not recovered yet. He gasped and said, "If you come in with a knife, you will chop me. If I don't run away, will you let you chop me?"

It seemed to make sense. Only then did I realize that I had misunderstood and injured the kind-hearted courier boy.

I hurriedly apologized to him, and hurriedly found a home first aid kit to disinfect his wounds.

I kept apologizing to him and said, "I'm really sorry. I was just too conceited. I am willing to make up for the harm I caused you. I'm sorry..."

The courier boy was easy to talk to. He sighed and said, "Forget it, it's okay. You don't know the situation, but you really almost killed me."

I lowered my head in embarrassment and said, "Go to the hospital for a checkup on your injury. I will reimburse you for all medical expenses."

He lowered his head and looked at the injury on his arm, but shook his head and said, "Forget it, it didn't hurt anything, just a little scratch. It's not easy for you. I've been through it too, so I understand."

Someone here? Could it be that his wife also cheated on her?

Of course I didn't ask him about these sad past events. I walked up to him, patted his shoulder, handed him a cigarette and said, "Brother, I'm really sorry. Leave your contact information and I'll treat you to a drink another day to make amends."

The little brother waved his hand and said, "It's okay to drink, but there's really no need to apologize. I understand your brother, I have to deliver the goods now."

So he left his cell phone number. I saved it and sent him out. I felt really guilty.

I was impulsive, but I couldn't calm down about the scene just now!

But then I realized that the pair of leather shoes at the door was still there, and the courier guy just now was wearing shoe covers. It was obvious that the shoes were not his.

So whose will it be?

Is there really another man in the family?

Are you being hidden in a corner of the house by your wife right now?

I didn't hesitate any longer and immediately started looking around.

Today, I have to find you out!