Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

"boom!"

Huo Yan's words were like a thunderbolt, splitting Lu Qiao into a handful of black ashes.

It's not that she hasn't experienced despair, but the moment Huo Yan turned around, Lu Qiao lost all hope.

It seemed that the whole world had been cut off, and it was completely plunged into darkness, and it was like falling into an abyss. The bottom was full of gravel, and she was smashed to pieces, dripping with blood.

Huo Yan refused to save her. Is this her retribution, or punishment?

The body is so hot that it seems to be melting, but the blood in the heart is frozen.

It was the first time for Lu Qiao to know what it meant, life would be better than death.

The last trace of waking consciousness completely disappeared with the closing of the elevator door, and the light reflected in Lu Qiao's eyes was fragmented and lost its brilliance.

That's it, so be it, anyway, it was her own fault at the beginning, so of course she can't live now.

Not knowing how many floors the elevator reached, and what kind of things he would face, Lu Qiao thought about something.

The sadness and despair reached the extreme, the whole person was empty, there was no emotional ups and downs, I just felt sorry for the innocent little girl who loved someone seven years ago.

That little girl really loved Huo Yan wholeheartedly. At that time, that little girl's relationship was too clean, and she spent the rest of her life thinking of being with Huo Yan to fall in love.

Her love, so pure, is so disgustingly polluted by her now.

Really, I'm sorry.

It was not only Huo Yan who failed, but also the little girl back then.

If she hadn't compromised, if she had gritted her teeth and persisted, that little girl's love might have a happy ending.

Unfortunately, she ruined the ending and lost that person in the end.

I'm really sorry for her.

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In the early morning, the sun was shining brightly, in the guest room of a European-style villa in the suburbs, someone was sleeping on the big bed.

She was a pretty girl with seaweed-like long hair scattered on the snow-white quilt, with a slender figure, and the skin exposed outside the quilt was smooth and fair, as beautiful as a painting.

However, the beauty's brows were tightly furrowed in her sleep, as if she had had some bad dream, her little hand was clutching the bed sheet tightly, crystal clear tears dripped from the corners of her eyes from time to time, her pitiful appearance aroused pity...

Lu Qiao dreamed about the past again, the check that Huo Mu held between her scarlet fingers, the back of Huo Yan who turned around resolutely, and the dazzling white lamp on the operating table...

"what!"

There were too many fragments of the nightmare, and Lu Qiao couldn't bear it. With a scream, he woke up suddenly.

Sitting up like a corpse, cold sweat covered his forehead.

Lu Qiao clutched her still-paining heart, breathed rapidly, and took a while to recover. She raised her head, and was taken aback suddenly, noticing the familiar decoration in the room.

How did she get here?

The memory of last night seemed to be fragmented from drinking too much, Lu Qiao only remembered what happened before she was dragged back into the club room by He Qi, but she couldn't remember what happened after that.

Rubbing her temples, Lu Qiao got out of bed, went to the bathroom of the guest room to take a shower, and then opened the door to go out.

He glanced at the study first, the door was closed tightly, not sure if anyone was there.

She pondered for a moment, then went downstairs to the living room.

There were people in the living room, a man was sitting on the sofa, flipping through the newspaper with his slender fingers.

Standing beside him was a man dressed as a housekeeper, looking very respectful.

Lu Qiao stood still and waited until the man had finished reading the newspaper and put it away before walking over and calling out in a low voice, "Mr. Qi."