The CEO married a beautiful wife

"Luo'er..."

A gentle call warmed her body and heart at the moment.

Isn't the man in front of me the Cheng Haomian I was thinking about just now?he……

"Luo'er..."

Cheng Haomian took off his black coat and put it on Qiao Luo's shoulders, and pulled up a strand of hair for her distressedly.

"You came."

Qiao Luo smiled bitterly. She still couldn't break away from the happiness she once had. She silently accepted Cheng Haomian's concern, which was also related to a man's dignity.

"Wang Qiqi said, you left the bar. Fortunately, I saw you here."

He pursed his lips and smiled, wanting to hug her and give her warmth.

Qiao Luo nodded and couldn't help but smile, "What do you want from me?"

"…I miss you."

Cheng Haomian answered truthfully, took out a small box from his pocket and handed it to Qiao Luo, "I still remember last Christmas Eve, you said you wanted to leave a snowflake. This year, I will leave it for you."

Opening the small box, a bright light flashed across the crystal clear snowflakes.

Qiao Luo's eyes flashed with crystal liquid.

He actually left the snowflake necklace for her...

Pure snowflakes have left behind the pure love of many people. Wasn't he and she once so pure and happy?

The snowflake necklace made of diamonds is flawless in handiwork and has all the stripes it should have. It is so dazzling. How much effort and thought must have been put into it?

"I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to deliver it today, so I rushed back from abroad overnight. Today is Christmas Eve, the sixth Christmas Eve we have spent... Luo'er."

How could Qiao Luo be indifferent to Cheng Haomian's affectionate confession?She shed a line of tears silently, closed her eyes, felt heartbroken, and sobbed silently.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch her cheek, gently wiping away her tears with his fingertips.

"Luo'er, how are you doing?"

"..." Qiao Luo wanted to shake his head, but he really couldn't tell him that life without him was no longer like life. He was like a doll being controlled every day...

"It's fine, he's been nice to me."

She forced a smile, trying her best to make him believe that she was really happy.

The most romantic words of love are when the lover who has broken up with you asks, "How are you?" Your ordinary reply: "I'm fine."

But in fact, you still love him, and you are not good at all.

Suddenly it started to snow.

The soft little snowflakes fell down leisurely. Gradually, the small snowflakes became bigger, thicker and densely packed.

In the sky, crystal snowflakes danced like light jade butterflies.Clusters of snow flew down, like countless torn cotton balls tumbling down from the sky.

In this way, the first snow after breaking up came unexpectedly. Just like love, it always disappears when people are full of expectations and feels that it is within reach, but it takes root inadvertently.

An ancient saying goes: If you plant flowers intentionally, they will not bloom; if you plant willows unintentionally, they will become shade.In fact, it’s just one word, life!

"Snowing."

Cheng Haomian said with a smile how long he had been waiting for this snow, and how much he wanted to wait for the snow to come with her.

"It is said that men and women who welcome the snow together on Christmas Eve will always be happy."

Cheng Haomian continued speaking, looking down at the tearful woman with affectionate eyes, feeling a little distressed and sad.

"Luo'er, you are the only one I love. I admit that I am not happy losing you. It's not because I didn't get you, but because you haven't found happiness yet..."

"If I had bravely refused, would the outcome have been different? Would you still belong to me?"

"Luo'er...I miss you so much!"

Cheng Haomian's smiling face was like the sunshine of his college days, shining on her and giving her warmth. She loved this man deeply.

"We...can't go back..."

Tears fell helplessly and surged. Cheng Haomian held her in his arms silently, using his own warmth to comfort her fragility, letting the person in his arms sob again and again.

The snow was still falling, hitting Cheng Haomian's white shirt. It slowly melted and passed through the clothes, cooling him to the bottom of his heart...

At this moment, this warm embrace of warmth fell into the eyes of the owner of a Maybach on the opposite road, with a chill in his deep eyes.

"back office."

"So, where's the gift?" the driver asked boldly.

The man in the back seat frowned slightly and said, "Throw it away."

"boss…"

"back office!"

The driver didn't dare to ignore the evil voice and quickly turned around and drove towards the company.

Unknowingly, I returned to Ji Hanchen's apartment, opened the cold door, and realized that Ji Hanchen had gone on a business trip and returned to this cold and heartless room.

Diao walked into the piano room. It was an independent room, and the style inside was exactly the same as that of Al Piano Shop.

He sat down, raised the piano cover, touched Bai Jian with his slender fingers, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Playing it uncontrollably gave me a reason to forget, and my mood at the moment was just like the lyrics of this song.

Silent tears, becoming increasingly lonely with the melodious sound of the piano.

Obviously she and he didn't sing about Hiroshima Love but they couldn't be together in the end?

The next day, Qiaoluo went to Erqinxing to learn piano as arranged, but the arrival of uninvited guests meant another war.

"You get busy, I'll come back later." Yan Zhixin walked away, took a look at the visitor, saw the atmosphere, and left wisely.

Qiaoluo closed the piano cover uneasily and sat on the brown sofa next to him.

"Mr. Li, actually you don't need to be like this. I'm really not Li Yan."

Pretending to be calm, his tone was extremely calm.

Li Yanxiao was wearing a black suit and sat elegantly across from her. His face was still cold and without a trace of warmth, and the amusement in his eyes could not be seen clearly in Qiao Luo's eyes.

"Yan'er, you loved playing the piano when you were a child. I even praised you as a little genius. Now you play the piano much better than before."

"I'm not Li Yan." Qiao Luo replied.

"I like your silly smile better than your coldness."

"I'm not Li Yan." He reiterated impatiently.

"We said we would grow up together, and I would take you to see world-class piano concert halls and eat delicious food all over the world."

"I'm not Li Yan." She was a little impatient.

"You said that I am your knight in this life, and you don't want to leave me."

"I'm not Li Yan, I'm not Li Yan, I'm not Li Yan!" Qiao Luo stood up impatiently, his angry look even more lovable.

"Yan'er, you are still so willful."

Li Yanxiao smiled instead of being angry, and the smile disappeared immediately. He could not ignore the person at the door.

"Mr. Ji, why don't you come in and sit down?" He was mainly anti-customer, and his indifference made people shudder.

Qiao Luo turned to look at the door. The man with a headache felt helpless and ashamed. The two of them had to deal with it together...

"Mr. Li, this is my husband."

Qiao Luo gave a sensible introduction. I hope Li Yanxiao can also leave with a sensible attitude!

Ji Hanchen pursed his lips and smiled, walking towards Li Yanxiao, "So you two know each other."

"No, I don't know him!"

Qiao Luo shook his head suddenly, and Ji Hanchen frowned in confusion, "Luo Luo doesn't know Mr. Li, so Mr. Li can do whatever he wants. Luo Luo and I still have things to do."

"Okay, I won't disturb you two anymore." Before leaving, Li Yanxiao still took a deep look at Qiao Luo, and finally left.