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

At eight o'clock, Lu Qiao arrived at the company on time and started his day's work.

Lu Qiao is a typical workaholic. When he gets busy, he can't think of anything except the work at hand.

When I looked up again, I suddenly realized that it was already noon.

After closing the notebook, she touched her stomach and prepared to eat at the company restaurant.

As soon as she packed her things and got up, she received a call from Huo Yan. She hesitated for a while before pressing the answer button, "Bring Xiao Zi to the old house, my parents miss him."

Huo Yan's voice was as cold and hard as ever, like a boss giving work to his subordinates, without any personal feelings mixed in.

Lu Qiaomo remained silent for a while, feeling a faint pain in his stomach, "Although I don't like the Huo family, you scared him before. He's afraid of the Huo family. I can't take him there."

Huo Yan sneered, "Lu Qiao, Huo Sui is also my son. His surname is Huo, so he should stay in Huo's house. I have already made the biggest concession to let him stay in Lu's house. Please be content."

"What's more, you have concealed the existence of Xiao Qi from the Huo family for six years. You have owed the Huo family too much. What right do you have to stop us from seeing him?"

Huo Yan questioned her, "Lu Qiao, don't you think you're too despicable?"

She owes the Huo family?
Lu Qiao could hardly believe his ears.

Huo Yan told this cold joke really well.

All this time, who was the despicable, the aggressive, who would push her to death without giving an inch?

It was then, and it is now.

Is the ability of the Huo family to throw dirty water and reverse black and white inherited?Who does he owe? Is Huo Yan blind? Does he really have nothing in his heart?
Lu Qiao wanted to laugh, but couldn't, "Although Xiao's surname is Lu, not Huo, he is listed in the Lu family's household registration book and has nothing to do with the Huo family."

"It seems that the lesson from the day before yesterday was not enough for you. You started to die again so soon, didn't you?"

Huo Yan's voice was cold. Since the reunion, every time he talked to her, it was winter. She really hadn't felt the warmth from his words for a long time.

The word "death" touched her sensitive nerves, and Lu Qiao suddenly became sharp, "Yeah, I'm just trying to die, if you have the ability, let me shut up forever, if I'm going to die, you Let me die."

Huo Yan is always superior, Lu Qiao is sharp, and his words are even more thorny: "Lu Qiao, if you are sick, go and take medicine, don't go crazy in front of others."

The emotionally charged balloon burst immediately, and Lu Qiao slumped back to the chair. On the huge French windows, her face was not clearly reflected, and her face was pale.

Reaching out to touch the shadow above, the double shadow blurred the outline of the face, but the eyes were clearly reflected.

Many people say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and one can get a glimpse of a person's story through her eyes.

Lu Qiao looked directly into her eyes through the window. There were all tired and vicissitudes, and the light was dim. She seemed to see her scarred and bloody heart.

I'm only in my early 20s, and I haven't even lived a third of my life, but there is no freshness here, like an old man who is dying, getting old.

Lu Qiao asked in a low voice: "Huo Yan, do you really have to force me to death before you let me go?"

Huo Yan said very meanly: "Is there any value in living for a person like you? If you are forced to death, it can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people."