The only favorite at the tip of my heart: Mr. Huo, don't make trouble

"Take this out and redo it!"

Xiao Liu bit the bullet and took the document thrown over by his immediate superior, and left the office in despair.

Back in my cubicle, many colleagues who have a strong gossip heart have gathered together.

Sister Hua held a makeup mirror in her hand, and was drawing her pitifully small eyebrows, she sneered: "Let me just say, Mr. Huo has been in a very strange mood recently, I guess it's my uncle."

"That's right, even Xiao Liu's plan was rejected, which has never happened before." Another colleague echoed.

"Hey, didn't Mr. Huo go to New York a while ago? Could it be that someone made him angry there?"

Sister Hua stopped her movements, looked at the finally clear outline of her eyebrows, and finally put away the makeup mirror in satisfaction. She leaned down slightly, supported the desk with her elbows, her eyes with heavy smoky makeup slipped away. Turning around, he said gossipingly: "Hey, do you feel that Secretary An's arrogance is not as arrogant as before?"

"Isn't that right? I think she's going out with Mr. Huo much less frequently than usual. I think she's out of power..."

Sister Hua snorted coldly: "Actually, you don't know that Mr. Huo went to New York this time for another woman...Let me tell you, we were all on the wrong team! Mr. Huo doesn't like Miss An at all, he I pretended to be someone else in my heart!"

"Who is who?" Several colleagues put their gossip heads together curiously.

"that is……"

"Ahem." Xiao Liu quickly knocked on the table and pretended to clear his throat.

Sister Hua reacted very quickly, and immediately changed her words when she saw something wrong: "You must reserve the seats you have booked, don't wait until the press conference starts before there is no room, do you hear..."

Everyone immediately nodded in agreement with Nuonuo.

Behind her, Murong An in a tight black long dress stood with her arms folded. Her eyes with heavy makeup quickly scanned the faces of everyone. She knew what they were talking about just now, but she couldn't express it After opening the explanation, she choked on her chest and couldn't get up and down for a while, which almost drove her to death.

In the end, she could only adjust her expression, and said lukewarmly: "Do things when you have time, don't gossip all day when you have nothing to do. The company doesn't pay you salaries for you to just play lip service."

The expression on Sister Hua's face changed, and she responded in a polite manner: "Hey, yes, Assistant An, just now Xiao Liu's plan was rejected by Mr. Huo again. Aren't we getting together to discuss how to do it again, ha ha ha."

Murong An has long been annoyed at seeing this Sister Hua, but the other party is an old man of the Huo Group, and he is very good at socializing. Huo Beixiao sometimes has to rely on her if he doesn't want to go out in the media, so Murong An doesn't Dare to offend her too much.

I can only swallow the breath without embarrassment.

"Look at her complacency... Believe it or not, Murong An's good days are probably coming to an end soon!"

Watching Murong An turn around and head towards Huo Beixiao's office, when Sister Hua turned around, the expression on her face made another 180-degree turn, like a drama singer.

Huo Beixiao's office was closed, but the shutters were not drawn. Through the gap in the shutters, Murong An could clearly see Huo Beixiao's work.

He frowned, and was correcting the copywriting in front of the table with a pen in his hand, exuding an aura that strangers should not get close to.

Although Sister Hua was upset, Murong An had to admit that some of what she said was quite correct.

Huo Beixiao's mood recently is indeed unpredictable.In the past, he was also cruel, but he was not unreasonable, but recently, he almost kept Assistant Yang three feet away, and hardly talked to anyone except for business.

Murong An sighed, at this moment, he saw Huo Beixiao reach out to take the coffee cup from the table, and made a gesture of drinking water, but his neck was halfway up, and his brows frowned.

Murong An understood, and immediately walked to the tea room in two or three steps, dismissed the little secretary who answered the phone and was about to make coffee for Huo Beixiao, and made a cup of coffee for Huo Beixiao himself.

Huo Beixiao kept his eyes on the folder, and when he heard movement from around him, he reached out to touch it without raising his head, and finally he grasped Murong An's operation.

He froze, and slowly raised his head.

"Brother Xiao, it's time for you to rest. You've been working for five full hours without a break." Murong An's voice was gentle and soft, and he held a cup of fragrant coffee in his hand.

"Oh...it's okay, I'll rest after reading this document." Huo Beixiao looked indifferent, and as soon as he retracted his arm, he wanted to withdraw it.

Unexpectedly, he was held down by Murong An.

"Brother Xiao, what happened? Did you... see someone in New York?"

It's okay not to mention it, but as soon as this matter was mentioned, Huo Beixiao couldn't help thinking of the fact that Xia Nuanxin was pregnant with someone else's child. His emotions exploded in an instant like a haystack that was suddenly ignited.

Murong An carefully observed Huo Beixiao's expression, and said clearly: "You saw Sister Xin, right?"

Huo Beixiao pursed his lips, noncommittal.

Murong Anxin said sure enough!
Her complexion changed, and she squatted down in front of Huo Beixiao, with a sad tone in her voice: "Brother Xiao, sister Xin is fine, but she has already left. Can you let her go and take a look at the people around you?" ?”

"You spoil yourself like this, those of us who care about you... I, aunt, uncle, we will all be sad."

Huo Beixiao lowered his eyes and said coldly: "I didn't ruin myself, what I did was my duty."

"Including the non-stop work, don't you even go back to the movie theater?" Murong An asked persistently, "Sister Lin has been talking about you for days, and she cooks every day for you to go back, but every time it's the same. Throw it away without moving. You must know how much she cares about you. "

Huo Beixiao's expression moved slightly, he leaned back in the chair, glanced at Murong An, and finally backed down: "You go out. I will go back at night."

Murong An gritted her teeth, tears gradually accumulated in her eyes, but she quickly endured it, she stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on her clothes, and turned her back.

"Brother Xiao... I plan to move out..." Her hands twisted at the hem of her clothes, the corners of her mouth drooped, and her voice was trembling.

She thought Huo Beixiao would say something, but she stood and waited for a long time, but she didn't get Huo Beixiao's answer.

Murong An was stunned for a moment, then turned her head secretly, and saw the man who was still talking to her just now, but in an instant he was already out of his wits.

Murong An felt awkward for a moment, and an angry look appeared on her face. The hand hanging by her side was clenched suddenly, and the long nails dug deep into the soft flesh.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Huo Beixiao finally packed up. Five days after leaving the movie theater, he asked Lao Liu to drive him back to his long-lost home for the first time.

There was a reason why he didn't want to go back to the movie theater.

That place was once full of memories of him and Xia Nuanxin.

When Xia Nuanxin ran away from home for unknown reasons, Huo Beixiao suffered from insomnia all night, and later he could only fall asleep in the room where Xia Nuanxin used to stay.

But now when he saw Yingyuan and the familiar door, Huo Beixiao felt extremely ironic.

In that place where every table and chair are extremely familiar to him, he once had a dream full of tenderness, but reality gave him a resounding slap backhand.

Now as long as he thinks about his thoughts during that time, he is as proud as Huo Beixiao, and he can't calm down no matter what.

On the contrary, the repeated, never-ending work can paralyze his nerves. In the end, he may even be so tired that he falls asleep, so that he will not let himself be quiet in the inexplicable anger and longing.

The car stopped at the gate of the movie park, Lao Liu came down and opened the door, Huo Beixiao didn't lift his head, put his hands in his pockets, raised his straight and slender thighs slightly, and stepped down from the back seat.

Mrs. Lin had been notified by Assistant Lin long ago, and she had prepared a supper early and waited at the door.

As soon as she saw Huo Beixiao's figure, the uncertainty on her face finally completely disappeared, and she showed a rare smile in the past few days.

"Young master, you are finally back, hey... you are away from home all day, you are going to ruin my old lady."

Aunt Lin wiped her rough hands on the clean apron, took the bag from Huo Beixiao and handed it to the servants, and led him into the house.

"I'm busy these days, I'm hungry, do you have a late-night snack?"

"Yes, yes, I cooked young master's favorite wine rice dumpling...I'll serve it for you right away."

Seeing that Huo Beixiao took the initiative to eat, Mrs. Lin finally let go of her heart. She happily went to the kitchen to make warm wine for the night. The tangy scent of osmanthus really aroused Huo Beixiao's greed .

Huo Beixiao stared at the excellent-looking Jiuniang Yuanzi, finally took the soup spoon and started to eat it.

"Recently, how is everything at home?"

While drinking the soup, Huo Beixiao raised his head and asked, as the head of the family, he really didn't care much about Yingyuan. If there wasn't a trustworthy housekeeper, Yingyuan would have been taken by outsiders long ago. .

Aunt Lin smiled kindly, with obvious wrinkles at the corners of her eyes: "It's all good. It's just that the flowers and plants in the garden are all dead, and I'm planning to hire some gardeners to replant some."

Huo Beixiao paused for a moment, and his gaze suddenly became distant.

Originally, there were not many plants in the shadow garden, but there were also green and attractive plants such as the fortune tree Zhuyeqing.Later, after Xia Nuanxin came, because she had nothing to do, she tossed a lot of flowers and plants in. On weekdays, she treasured those things and insisted on taking care of them by herself every day.

But now, everyone is gone...

Huo Beixiao smiled coldly: "There is no need to toss about the flowers and plants. Just be what they are."

"This..." Mrs. Lin's face flashed with hesitation. Just as she was about to say more, she caught a glimpse of the solemn look on Huo Beixiao's face, she nodded, and replied, "Okay, then let someone transplant some more bamboos. , otherwise the courtyard would look too empty.”

"It's fine for you to be the master." Huo Beixiao's expression was indifferent. Suddenly, he looked around and asked doubtfully, "Where's An An?"