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

His attitude was as if he regarded her as one of these, but none of them resembled each other.

Lu Qiao thought to herself, and asked, "Huo Yan, in your eyes, what am I, Lu Qiao?"

Huo Yan's breathing was heavy, ringing in her ears, like a huge storm blowing into her ears, which might tear her apart at any moment.

Huo Yan didn't speak for a long time.

Looking at each other silently, Lu Qiao waited for his answer without saying anything.

Two people stand together, the distance is very close, the shadows cast on the ground are lingering together, intimate, but the real people are at war, even if they are close to each other, there is an invisible but real glass wall between them, Easily isolate them.

The atmosphere is the last calm before the storm, depressing and suffocating.

The house is very quiet, but the cicadas outside are still chirping tirelessly, quite lively one after another.

Finally, the ringtone of the mobile phone thrown into the trash can broke the deadlock.

Lu Qiao suddenly said, "Huo Yan, it's twelve o'clock, and it's the next day."

Huo Yan looked at her, not knowing why.

Lu Qiao smiled inexplicably, and passed the cake in his hand, "Today is your birthday, I was going to wish you a happy birthday, but now I have changed my mind."

She smiled brightly and charmingly, and she said clearly: "I just want to wish you good health and success in everything, but you will never be loved in your life, and you will die alone forever."

A lifetime of health and success in everything is my most sincere wish to you.

Not to be loved, to die alone, is also my most vicious blessing to you.

Huo Yan's eyes were filled with black ink, so dark that almost no light could come through.

He didn't go to pick up Lu Qiao's cake, but squinted his eyes to look at her, with inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

Lu Qiao sneered, and put the cake on the table, "Mr. Huo, this is my first birthday for you as Mrs. Huo. I don't know if you are deeply impressed, but I will never forget it."

She took her suitcase from Huo Yan's hand and walked towards the guest room.

Huo Yan stood alone, looking at the cake left by Lu Qiao, wondering what he was thinking.

After her birthday, Lu Qiao lived in Huo Yan's apartment. Huo Yan didn't drive her out again, but he lived under the same roof, but he didn't talk to her. If not.

The relationship between the two is more alienated and indifferent than before.

But neither of them cared, no one took the initiative to repair this relationship, like a rotten abscess, no one wanted to apply medicine to it, or reach out to dig it out, and let it rot like bone marrow.

It was Monday again, the busiest day of the week, and Lu Qiao didn't leave the company until very late.

Returning to the apartment exhausted, it seemed that Huo Yan hadn't come back yet, the lights in the room were not on, and it was pitch black.

Lu Qiao turned on the light and leaned over to change her shoes, but was suddenly taken aback.

Huo Yan lay silently in the porch, motionless, suddenly looked like a corpse.

Lu Qiao was about to have a heart attack, he stroked his heart gently, and then he relaxed.

Huo Yan slept deeply, and there was a smell of alcohol in his breath, he must have drunk too much.

What happened a few days ago, Lu Qiao was still brooding and didn't want to pay attention to him, but she moved ahead of her own thoughts, she bent down and patted him, "Huo Yan, Huo Yan, get up, It's cold on the ground, I have to go back to my room to sleep."

Huo Yan didn't move at all, still lost in his sleep.

Lu Qiao pushed him hard, "Huo Yan, you are easy to catch cold sleeping here, get up and go back to bed."