After flirting with the wrong boss, she became the first lady of the Beijing circle

Things are superimposed one by one, which promotes the final outcome.

She admitted that at the time she thought that Fu Guidu gave Chu Mingyao an engagement ring, and sending someone to give her a bracelet was indeed like a guilty comfort, and that tie, which Chu Mingyao bought in the department store at that time, arrived at Fu Guidu On the body, plus the photo...

Layer upon layer, it was pushed to the point of no return.

I probably understand now.

Ties may also be an accident.

But she couldn't let go.

That stack of photos made her feel that she was just a joke, a useful chess piece, pulled out from time to time to block the knife, all the deep affection, every time she was tempted and indulging, was intentionally done by him , as if holding a script to overlook her fall, it made her spine chill.

A Buddhist is a Buddhist after all.

Where did Fan Xin come from?

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The fireworks continued outside the window.

The candles in the living room gradually burned to the end, and finally went out.

It seems that everything is dying at this moment.

Fu Guidu was always sitting on the sofa, he looked at those photos for a long time, every bit of half a year, there were photos of him teaching Xu Ni how to ride a horse, there were photos of him hugging her intimately on the cruise ship, there were photos of him being with her The photos of kissing in the crowded neighborhood, the photos of him abandoning all the sweet dreams for her in the small town, and all the pictures of being in love are all recorded.

Every period, he would order someone to send it to Chu Mingyao who was far away abroad.

He was so ungrateful and ungrateful at that time, he didn't like being manipulated by his family, and he didn't like being forced into this marriage. He used the most cruel method to force Chu Mingyao to give up his understanding every inch, and...

Xu Ni was once used.

From the very beginning, he did not have any feelings for Xu Yu, he was a man who made decisions in everything, he had his own plan, he didn't want to be restrained by his family, and no one was worth mentioning to him.

His heart was indeed covered with snow, which was difficult to melt.

He pays attention to efficiency and results in doing things, and he never minds the process.

But did not expect.

After such a long time.

The things he did that he didn't care about at all, turned into a sharp weapon for saving his heart.

Severely, completely smashed him to pieces.

Looking at the bright smiling faces of the women in the photos, Fu Guidu was a little lost. He had seen these photos before, but now when he looked at them again, he felt completely different, as if every smile had become an invisible guillotine , so that his breathing hurts.

Fu Guidu lowered his head, frowned and breathed calmly.

The annoying irritability couldn't be suppressed, and he wandered around ragingly. He grabbed the cigarette case, didn't even want to stuff the agarwood sticks, lit it, and took a deep breath. The smell was so choking that his throat hurt, and he coughed A few times, the pupils turned red, and just sat there from night to dawn.

until.

The ashtray was almost full of cigarette butts.

It was bright outside.

There was a knock at the door.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked up.

But I saw Aunt Yang entering the door with a backpack on her shoulders, looking at the smoky room as if entering a fairyland, cold and lifeless.

Aunt Yang was startled: "Sir? Why do you look so bad?"

"Where's Miss Niu?"

Aunt Yang hurried over to open the window to ventilate, and was surprised that something was wrong, so she hurried forward to ask.

The chilly wind blows in along the window, like a bone scraper.

Fu Guidu silently put away the photos on the desktop one by one, then got up, his limbs seemed to be numb, and he rolled his voice, hoarse: "It's Chinese New Year, you go home."

Aunt Yang has never seen Fu Guidu in this state.

He has always been high-spirited, but now he is depressed and worrying.

"Sir, did you quarrel with Miss Ni Ni?"

Hear this sentence.

Fu Guidu paused.

He lowered his long eyelashes, "No, it's my own suffering."

Aunt Yang was very distressed, "What's the matter, the two of you sit down and discuss it clearly, and it will pass, right? Have you not eaten all this time? Let me cook you some porridge?"

Fu Guidu waved his hand.

Take a step upstairs.

next moment.

A muffled sound.

He fell down along the guardrail.

Aunt Yang exclaimed, "Sir!"