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

Jin Chen chuckled twice, closed the door and left. The smile on Lu Qiao's face disappeared with the door closed. She turned on her phone and looked at the date. It was summer when she and Huo Yan separated. The days are not far away, and in a few days, it will be a full eight years.

Eight years, after so many people and things, how can they untie this misunderstanding, how can they untie the knot that has already been twisted.

Lu Qiao sighed, unwilling to think about it any more, and was about to put down the phone when a news feed popped up.

"Shao Huo's love is not broken, his girlfriend is almost burned, Huo Shao drove his girlfriend to the hospital late at night, worried about her girlfriend, but he almost got into a car accident."

Lu Qiao's pupils shrank suddenly, as if a bottle of five flavors had been knocked over, with mixed flavors.

Obviously I don’t want to watch it, and I want to convince myself over and over in my heart, “It’s okay, I don’t care anymore, I don’t like this person anymore, everything about him has nothing to do with me, I won’t feel sad because of him anymore .”

But her finger clicked down disobediently, opening Pandora's box and releasing her most feared demon.

There are three photos in total that were secretly taken by the reporter. The angles are weird, but they are very clear.

One is Huo Yan carrying Wen Ran into the car at the entrance of Xingfu private kitchen, with a nervous expression on his face.

Lu Qiao slid his finger down, and the next picture was a car driving on the road, Huo Yan's car. The Rolls-Royce Phantom was like a ghost at night, and the speed was so fast that it was almost an afterimage in the photo.

The reporter specially circled the parts of the car body with red circles. If you look carefully, you can see that part of the car body is scratched.

The traces are deep and spread over a large area. It can be seen that a serious accident happened.

Concern is chaos, how much does Huo Yan care about Wen Ran, she is just burned red, but he even gave up his life for her?
His fingers trembled violently, touched the page, and slid out the last picture taken.

Huo Yan rushed into the hospital in a hurry, his back looked a little awkward, a delicate white wrist was around his neck, holding an umbrella for him.

At night, against the too dark background of the photo, the whiteness of that hand is so obvious that it is almost dazzling.

Lu Qiao stared at it for a long time before turning off the phone.

He dug out a cigarette from the drawer, his hands trembling nervously, put it between his lips, lit it, took a deep breath, the smoke escaped from between his lips and teeth, the gray color blurred his eyebrows, and a tear slipped faintly from the corner of his eyes.

The world only knows that their love is as sweet as sugar and enviable, but they don't know that there is someone behind the back, who is riddled with holes and digs out the softest part of his heart with his own hands, crying silently in pain.

After a heavy rain, the high temperature in Jincheng dropped, and the cool air was filled with the fragrance of soil.

In the afternoon, Lu Chi brought his little boy to the company to look for her. The little guy stayed at home for a long time without any friends to play with, so he could only pile up blocks and watch TV every day. He was a little bored.

Looking at the little guy's sullen smiling face, Lu Qiao decided to leave work early and take the little guy to the amusement park.

The little guy cheered happily, rushed into her arms with short legs, hugged her neck, kissed the saliva all over her face, and said, "Long live mother, Suibao loves mother the most!" .”

The little guy was dishonest in his arms, always bumping into her burnt place again and again, his eyes turned black from the pain.

But Lu Chi was still watching, she couldn't show any clues, she clenched her teeth tightly, resisted the pain, ordered herself to laugh, lowered her head and kissed the little guy's forehead, "Mom also loves Suibao the most."