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Han Zhao didn't bring his mobile phone with him. After returning to the city from the hotel, he showed his face in the office and went home.

Pushing open the door and entering the room, Han Zhao was a little surprised to see He Jing, who had been working overtime every day, nestling on the sofa.

"Come back so early today?"

He Jing was playing with the cat, turned his face to him, and responded vaguely.

Thinking about finding his mobile phone, Han Zhao casually said as he walked towards the bedroom, "Are you missing work today?"

He Jing pinched the cat's face, causing it to stretch out its claws and scratch in the air.

"I quit."

"Oh," Han Zhao thought he was joking, "why didn't you just say you were fired?"

He Jing threw the cat to the ground, his voice muffled into the sofa cushions.

"I resigned from Lin Qiao today."

"What?" Hearing something strange in his voice, Han Zhao turned to look at him.

"Resign? You quit?"

"Yes," He Jing turned his face slightly, "You said, don't do it if you don't want to do it."

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After a few seconds of silence in the room, Han Zhao walked to the sofa.

"What happened? And..." Han Zhao asked, lifting He Jing's blue face, "Who did you fight with?"

He Jing broke away from his hand.

"No one, I bumped into it while walking."

Hearing his perfunctory, Han Zhao's expression was not gloomy.

"Arguing with a client until you get into a fight?"

His answer was still silence.

"Don't want to say yes?" Feeling angry, Han Zhao picked up the landline beside the sofa, "Then I'll ask Lin Qiao."

He Jing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly snatched the phone from his hand.

"Lin Qiao?" Suppressing the burning anger, He Jing asked back, "Haven't you chatted with him enough?"

Han Zhao was taken aback for a moment.

"What did you say?"

He Jing held the microphone in one hand, put the other hand in his pocket, and gripped the phone with the broken screen.

"You guys met in the morning—I have your phone here."

"What's wrong with the meeting?" Han Zhao's face darkened, and his tone was unkind, "What are you doing with my phone?"

"What's wrong? You..."

The words "carry me to bed" rolled around He Jing's mouth for several times, until the blind tone of "beep beep beep" came from the microphone in his hand, but he still couldn't say it.

Just as the two were at a stalemate, someone knocked on the door outside.

"Bang bang bang!"

Even though there was a doorbell, the person at the door was very impatient and directly slammed on the door.

The two people in the room glanced at the door, but didn't move.

"Bang bang bang!"

After another impatient banging on the door, Han Zhao finally moved and walked towards the door.

The door opened, and Xie Rui stood outside with a fierce look on his face.

Seeing it was him, Han Zhao's already bad complexion became even uglier.

"What are you doing here?"

"Where's He Jing?" Xie Rui asked in a deep voice.

Han Zhao thought for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at He Jing in the room.

"You made the wound on his face?"

Xie Rui sneered: "He didn't tell you why he was beaten?"

After finishing speaking, he pushed him away and walked towards He Jing.

Han Zhao staggered from being pushed, and when he regained his senses, he grabbed Xie Rui's shoulder from behind.

The two of them didn't deal with each other, so they tugged at the door a few times, and the movements became bigger and bigger.

During the pushing and shoving, it was unknown who punched first, but the other party was unceremonious, and immediately responded back, fighting back and forth.

He Jing didn't expect that the two of them could do it without saying a word, so he quickly put down the phone to fight.

Han Zhao was used to fighting when he was a child, and Xie Rui was not good at it. The fire in their hearts was suppressed for a long time, and they punched and kicked unceremoniously. They entered the living room from the door, and the table and coffee table were overturned. In a few moments, both of them had wounds on their faces.

He Jing looked impatient, and found a gap to insert into the middle of the frame, but was greeted by Xie Rui's fist unexpectedly.

Seeing that he was being beaten, Han Zhao pulled He Jinghu behind him, pushed Xie Rui away suddenly, and was about to copy the guy.

"Xie, I've been letting you in. Do you think I'm afraid of you? Find someone who came to beat me?!"

Seeing him bowing his head and looking around for someone who is handy, He Jing hugged him tightly to prevent him from moving.

"I should ask you this question!" In the confusion, Xie Rui stood up and pointed at He Jing behind Han Zhao, "He poured coffee on Lin Qiao's face in front of his colleagues, saying that he slept with her husband! Lin Qiao Renhao deserves to be bullied like this by you?!"

The few words were like thunder, and Han Zhao was shocked when he heard it, and looked back at He Jing in disbelief.

"Do you know how many people are watching jokes there today?" Xie Rui clenched his fists, his joints rattled, "The wound on his face? If it wasn't for Lin Qiao to stop me, I would have beaten him to death."

Before Han Zhao could react, He Jing had already walked out from behind him.

"He deserves it!" He Jing's voice gritted his teeth, as if his teeth were stretched out, "When he abandoned Han Zhao, when he seduced other men, he should have known that today would come!"

"Shut up!" Han Zhao suddenly yelled at He Jing, "Who told you that he abandoned me? And which eye of yours saw me having sex with Lin Qiao?!"

Facing Han Zhao's anger, He Jing took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"I was afraid that you might miss something in the morning, so I brought your mobile phone to work... When Lin Qiao was waiting for you in the hotel lobby, I sent you a WeChat message..."

I tried my best, but my words still choked my throat.

"He said... Room 2503, right?"

The sourness in his heart could no longer be suppressed, tears slipped down the corners of his eyes unconsciously, He Jing sniffed, and when he looked up, he saw Han Zhao's eyes were red, staring at him intently.

The eyes of the two met, Han Zhao took a deep breath, and then took another breath.

"We were called over by Shan in the morning to say that he couldn't get a divorce!" Han Zhao yelled at He Jing, "Millions of cash were piled up in the room you mentioned! Asked Lin Qiao and me to fake it to help him go public! In front of others Tell him what to tell you in front of you!!!"

"What can't be properly said to be like this? Ah?!! He Jing, do you have any fucking brains!!!"

After Han Zhao yelled, he stretched out his hand to He Jing who was still in tears.

"Give me the phone!!!"

He Jing was dumbfounded by his yelling, and took out his cell phone from his pocket in a daze.

The screen was broken, and Han Zhao didn't even ask what happened, just grabbed it and clicked the number directly.

"He's asleep!" Xie Rui slapped the phone off his hand, "If you still have a conscience, don't bother him!"

With a "click", the phone fell to the ground. Han Zhao froze for a few seconds, then sat down slumped with his head in his arms.

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The second hand ticked, and no one in the room spoke.

A stranger came to the house and just had a fight with the owner.The cat circled the living room repeatedly, and finally arched its back a foot away from Xie Rui, grinning silently at him.

He Jing who was confused, Xie Rui who was suppressing his anger, and... myself with mixed feelings.

Why do you do this?

Han Zhao looked up at the culprit, only to see He Jing staring blankly at the tail ring in his hand.

The mood that had calmed down a little bit just now was suddenly aroused again.

"What happened to the few WeChat messages? You won't come back and ask me?" He really couldn't understand He Jing's approach, "Do you know how small the circle is? This matter will soon spread and become the whole Hewei, the whole Shanghai The gossip of the legal circle!"

"Do you want to see my phone? Take it!" Han Zhao kicked the phone off the ground, furious, "Do you want me to write a diary every day for you to read?!"

He Jing lowered his head and remained silent.

"Even if you think Lin Qiao and I really went to rent a room, you can come back and quarrel with me! What's the fuss in the office?! Do you think Lin Qiao doesn't seem to care about anything? In fact, he wants face the most!"

"Does he want... face?" He Jing raised his head suddenly when he heard this, "He lost face, you love him, does he love you?"

"What did you say?!" Han Zhao frowned.

He Jing glanced at Han Zhao, staring blankly at the floating dust in the distance.

"The relationship of more than ten years, because Xie Rui broke up. You miss him, afraid that he will have a bad life, and that he will lose face."

There was a heart-wrenching pain in his chest, He Jing said, tears streaming down his face.

"Have you forgotten what kind of life you lived after you broke up with him? Where was Lin Qiao when you were suffering alone day and night?" He Jing wanted to look at Han Zhao, but tears had already blurred his vision, "He and Who's together? What are you doing? Huh?"

Han Zhao's throat moved slightly, but Xie Rui took over the words before he could speak.

"Did I hear you right? You said Lin Qiao was sorry for him?"

He Jing wiped away tears and looked at Xie Rui with red eyes.

"Mr. Xie, behind your happiness, there are always sacrifices."

"It's not Han Zhao's turn to sacrifice anyone!" Xie Rui sneered, "Lin Qiao has been with him for more than ten years, opened a hotel with him for him to return to China, and traveled around Shanghai and Hangzhou. What did you wait for in the end? Ask him and How many people did Lin Qiao sleep with when they were together? He probably couldn't count it himself."

"Lin Qiao pretended to be deaf and mute for more than ten years, and he believed whatever Han Zhao said. In the end, he saw the photos of him sleeping with other women before he gave up."

"You fart!" At this point, Han Zhao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly became furious and grabbed Xie Rui's collar, "If you hadn't interfered, how could we have broken up!"

Xie Rui didn't budge: "Did I make the photo of you and that hostess?"

"She just got drunk and slept all night! I didn't do anything with her!"

"So what if it's true? Who would believe you if you know your history is not clean and still avoid suspicion!"

"I'm not clean, what about you?" Han Zhao laughed angrily, "Before Lin Qiao and I broke up, who answered his phone in the middle of the night and showed me that he just slept with him?"

"You said that night at the Hyatt?" Xie Rui twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled, "That night, I said I couldn't beat you, just beg him to let me be an underground lover, but he refused to agree no matter what— —I was really angry, so I answered the phone to relieve my anger."

"you!"

Han Zhao raised his fist, but was caught by Xie Rui.

"If you want to blame it, you can blame yourself. The person who has been sleeping with you for so many years doesn't believe him."

Pushing away Han Zhao's fist, Xie Rui adjusted his clothes.

"I heard you are still thinking about Lin Qiao?" Looking around, his eyes flicked past He Jing.

"Give up, you've never been good enough for him."

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