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

Lu Qiao laughed at how naive she was thinking just now.

He loves so much that he has no energy to persevere, he is so wronged that he has no courage to explain, and he hates so much that it doesn't matter whether he can know the truth or whether he will regret it after knowing the truth, and he doesn't want to care about it anymore.

Really, just exhausting.

For Huo Yan, she had nothing else to ask for, her heart was ashamed, and she had absolutely no energy to entangle with him anymore.

I just want to make a clean break with him, and from now on, just be a stranger.

Lu Qiao closed his eyes wearily.

Only in her 20s, she felt that her life had come to an end.

Sometimes, I really think it's better to die than to forget it. What's the point of living such a life? Others are living, but she is just breathing. A walking dead, the only word is suffering.

At this time, she didn't know that the world is impermanent, and in the near future, she, who has no will to survive, will have a strong desire to survive because of Huo Yan. She will desperately want to live, relying on strong hatred, wanting Live longer and longer.

Because only in this way can she take revenge.

She didn't know that when that time came, she would no longer want to let Huo Yan go, but would only wish to eat his flesh alive, wish to crush him to ashes, and let him die with regret!

Hatred is a poison ignited by a cracking fire. When it burns to the extreme, it will produce thorny flowers. The flowers, leaves, petals, and roots are all poisonous, and poisoning others will also poison themselves.

Lu Qiao's illness was fierce and violent, and he had been infused with fluids for seven days without any improvement.

The high fever recurred, did he have an appetite to eat, and he was already thin, but after such a toss, his thin cheeks became sunken.

Like a rapidly decaying flower, it has already begun to wither in its best years.

The Lu family was in a hurry, so they changed several doctors to see them, and they prescribed a lot of medicines, but they just didn't work.

It was just a cold and cold, but it was more like suffering from some incurable disease.

I was pushed by my family to go to the hospital for checkups several times, and everything was checked. Although my body was a little weak, I didn't actually suffer from any serious illness.

Zhuang Lanshan went to the temple to ask for an amulet, which was hung on Lu Qiao's bedside, and she worshiped each other every day, begging for blessings.

Lu Qiao saw that her family couldn't eat because of her, and wanted them not to worry. She wanted to say: I have a heart disease, but it's just caused by a cold. Naturally enough.

However, when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to explain them.

What knot?
She couldn't say it, and she didn't want to mention it.

For that person, she just wants to forget about it quickly and stay away. If that's the case, why should there be more troubles.

The stagnation in the heart cannot be released to the outside, it can only become more and more serious.

Lu Qiao's condition became more and more serious.

At the beginning, I was able to go to the company to deal with work, but later, I couldn't even get out of bed.

When he was not in the company, those old foxes became monsters. Rumors gradually spread in the Lu family that Lu Qiao had cancer and was hopeless. He would die in a few days. Lu's life might change.

Originally, it was just a few, but it spread to the entire upper class circle in Jincheng.

Qi Yu naturally knew about it. In the afternoon, while sitting on the balcony basking in the sun, Lu Qiao received a call from Qi Yu.

Even the voice of the gentle and jade-like person is gentle and pleasant, "Are you sick?"

She has a sore throat, and now she speaks hoarsely like a duck quacking, "Well, have you heard the rumors outside?"