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

These things, the more I think about it, the more annoying I feel.

The noise of the TV made him even more irritable, and finally he simply turned off the TV, found a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, and went to the study.

Red wine can help sleep, and he hoped that he would not suffer from insomnia again tonight because of thinking about these things.

With only one light turned on, Huo Yan lay on the recliner and poured himself a glass of red wine.

The study is designed with a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and you can see the night sky outside when you lie on the recliner.

After the snow fell, the sky was particularly clean, dotted with stars, like a falling Milky Way, connected to the lights on the ground, he couldn't tell the difference between the sky and the earth.

It is very beautiful, but under the cold moonlight, the plants in the yard are still alive in the snow. In the bleak winter, it is rare to see such a scene, and there is a sense of space-time confusion where winter and spring coexist.

He remembered the operas he liked to listen to most when the old lady was around.

It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming all over the place, but like this, they are all ruined.On a good day and a beautiful day, what kind of day will it be enjoyable? Whose courtyard?
Suddenly, it felt appropriate.

With a sigh, he took a sip of the red wine, and the tip of his tongue tasted bitterness in the mellow aroma.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a casual glimpse of the desk in the study room, which seemed to be turned over by someone. The documents on it were a little messy. He focused his eyes slightly, and dialed Assistant Chen's phone...

Tonight is bound to be a sleepless night.

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On the first night when she moved back home, Lu Qiao had a dream, which was different from the past, and she remembered even some details of this dream clearly.

The content of the dream is somewhat bloody and violent.

She dreamed that she killed Huo Yan.

In Huo Yan's villa, he was shot dead.

The dream is not very logical. She never thought about where the gun in her hand came from in a country that bans guns.

But the feeling of holding it in the hand is quite clear, the black gun body is cold and hard, and even the tiny lines on it feel so real in the palm of the hand.

At the moment when the gunshot was remembered, she could even feel the recoil brought by the gun, and the sense of presence of the gun shocked her.

It's not like a dream at all.

She just watched Huo Yan being shot in the chest, and a bunch of blood flowers bloomed on the snow-white shirt. He stared at her with wide eyes, with an unbelievable expression on his face. The index finger of his right hand pointed at her, and blood flowed from his The corners of his lips overflowed, dyeing his lips bright red.

He moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything. He choked out "Lu Qiao..." from his throat, and then fell down straight.

The head just hit the desk lamp, and the glass desk lamp fell to the ground, shattered, and the transparent fragments showed colorful lights under the refraction of the sun.

The light reflected in the eyes of the two people, the light in Huo Yan's eyes gradually went out, his pupils became dilated, and in the end he still looked at her without blinking, and he couldn't bear to die.

This dream was so absurd, yet so real.

Lu Qiao could clearly feel that her fingertips holding the gun were cold, and she was panting rapidly, like an asthma attack.

Looking at the blood in front of her eyes, she couldn't control her trembling.

Something broke the confinement in her heart, she looked at the man who had fallen to the ground without making a sound, and felt a tearing pain in her heart.

Suddenly, there was a burst of applause behind him.

"Joe, well done, your mission accomplished."

She turned around, and a person came out of the darkness behind her.