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"Mr. Zhao, the photo I just took."

As soon as Zhao Xianghai got off the treadmill at home, he was stopped by his assistant.

Zhao Xianghai stopped in his tracks: "Whose photo is it?"

"Xiao...Xiao Boss," the assistant hesitated to speak, like an old tortoise whose head was stretching and stretching, and rubbed very hard, "Xiao Boss went to a movie with a starlet and was photographed."

Zhao Xianghai raised his eyebrows and took a look at the tablet in the assistant's hand without saying a word.

The person in the photo is Xiao Ye, that's right.

It was the man who had slept with him for seven years, yes.

Zhao Xianghai's eyes turned cold, and after a long time, he hummed emotionlessly: "Okay, I see."

The assistant nodded and turned to leave.

"and many more."

Zhao Xianghai suddenly stopped him.

The assistant turned around hastily: "Mr. Zhao, is there anything else?"

"What movie did Xiao Ye and this little star go to see together?"

The assistant held his head and frowned for a while, then hesitated and said, "Whether it's "Les Miserables" or "The Death of an Ex-Executor", I don't remember clearly..."

Zhao Xianghai returned the tablet to him: "Forget it, you can go to work first."

The assistant responded and hurried out.

Zhao Xianghai picked up the sports drink from the side, took a few sips, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He draped the towel over his shoulders, walked over to the gym mirror, and gazed at himself in the mirror.

His hot upper body was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his chest and abdominal muscles were wrapped in a wet sports vest. After working hard in the mall for so long, his mentality has matured, but his figure is still in good shape.

Zhao Xianghai looked at his own figure in the mirror, and then hummed softly for no reason.

He originally thought that husband and wife only had the seven-year itch.

Unexpectedly, the husband and wife could not escape this curse.

He is an imposing CEO, he likes Xiao Ye so much that he has lost his soul, a man who has never been reconciled to being inferior to others, willingly unbuckled his belt for Xiao Ye, opened his legs, and was pressed under him, for seven years.

Seven years later, he's standing alone in an empty gym.

And Xiao Ye, maybe in his office, planning what movie to watch and what to eat with that starlet next time.

Zhao Xianghai clenched his fist.

After a long time, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, clicked on the chat box with Xiao Ye, quickly typed a few words, and sent them - 07:30 in the evening, go home, I have something to talk to you about.

……

The pointer moves slowly, and the time gradually goes to 07:30.

Zhao Xianghai had already taken a shower, changed out of his sweaty sportswear, and put on the white shirt, trousers and leather shoes he was most used to wearing. He was calm and abstinent, without saying a word.

"Crack-"

The door was opened.

The young and handsome man who walked in in the cold was also dressed in formal clothes, with a slender and perfect figure.

Zhao Xianghai looked up at him: "You are four minutes and 37 seconds late."

Xiao Ye was taken aback, and a hint of impatience quickly flashed across his face: "Just tell me if you have something to do, I will make arrangements later."

arrangement?

It is estimated that he made an appointment for dinner with that little star.

Zhao Xianghai didn't expose him, but pushed his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his expression unwavering: "Really? That's just right, I have a meeting to hold later, and I'll go to the company after I finish."

Xiao Ye sat down opposite Zhao Xianghai, his wolf-like eyes stared closely at Zhao Xianghai's face.

"Xiao Ye," Zhao Xianghai's lips curled up slightly, "Let's break up."

Xiao Ye frowned, "What did you say?"

"I said...break up," Zhao Xianghai repeated, "We broke up."

Xiao Ye seemed a little in disbelief: "You mean, you broke up with me? Why?"

Zhao Xianghai took the phone from the side, swiped to a picture, and slid the phone in front of Xiao Ye.

Xiao Ye's expression was a bit complicated. While pulling his tie with his knuckle fingers, he said dissatisfied and coldly: "I have nothing to do with this little star. The company is spending money to promote him. I just watched the show with him." Movies, a few meals, nothing else."

"Not now, what about in the future?" Zhao Xianghai pointed it out without mercy, "Xiao Ye, none of us are fools. You have already shown signs of getting along with others. I don't want to have a showdown with you now. Do you have to wait? I found it more embarrassing for you to be satisfied?"

Xiao Ye's eyes tightened.

He looked at the smile on the corner of Zhao Xianghai's lips, and tightened his thin lips.

The Zhao Xianghai in front of him was the one who had endured under him for seven years. He admitted that he loved him, but...it has been seven years.

No matter how strong the feelings are, they fade away.

He admitted that he was tired.

Facing Zhao Xianghai, he no longer had the passion he had before.

But facing the little star outside, looking at that fresh face, he has an impulse to fall in love.

Zhao Xianghai, who was sitting opposite, saw Xiao Ye's expression clearly.

He took back his cell phone and stood up: "Xiao Ye, you needn't say anything, let's break up, we're both men, so be quick. I'm free too, and you're free too."

Xiao Ye raised his head, looked at Zhao Xianghai, frowned, and the coldness on his face melted a little: "If you want to share, then share. This time I'm sorry for you."

Zhao Xianghai sneered and picked up his suit jacket from the side and put it on: "How can you ever be worthy of me? From now on, you big money maker, if you like to have an affair with any starlet, just do it, and it has nothing to do with me."

With that said, he was about to leave.

Halfway through, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Xiao Ye with a deep smile: "Oh, there are more."

"what?"

"I have to say, Xiao Ye, your eyesight is quite good. The little star you are admiring has a handsome face, long legs and good temperament." Zhao Xianghai suddenly showed a trace of provocation on his usually steady face, "Don't talk about you, even I , I want to hug this little celebrity and fuck him."

Xiao Ye's face darkened in an instant.

Seeing his dark face, Zhao Xianghai smiled even wider, and walked out of the house with easy steps.

Did not look back.

He walked all the way outside the villa, and the chilly night wind blew on his face, making it painful like needles.

Seven years of relationship is finally over.

Easier than expected.

Zhao Xianghai took a deep breath, forcing himself not to think wildly, and walked to his car.

Near his own car, Xiao Ye's luxury car was parked, the black body blended into the night, just like Xiao Ye, fierce and arrogant.

Zhao Xianghai stared straight at Xiao Ye's car.

He was almost sure that the passenger seat of that luxury car was once sat by a starlet.

The two of them might still be listening to his favorite playlist, looking at each other and smiling.

When he thought of this, waves of anger suddenly surged in his heart.

He picked up a rock from the ground and squeezed it in the palm of his hand. Afterwards, he exerted his arm violently: "Fuck-your mother Xiao Ye!"

The stone hit Xiao Ye's car window with a sharp momentum!

"boom--"

The front window instantly tore open dense cracks.

Looking at the spider web-like broken lines, Zhao Xianghai felt comfortable all over.

For so many years, he has been able and shrewd, able to do a job with ease in the business world, behaved gentle and cultivated, dormant and patient.

This is the first time he has indulged in this way, released his inner restlessness in such a childish way.

But he doesn't regret it at all.

It is the duty of every citizen of the People's Republic of China to smash the car windows of scumbags.

There was no guilt in his heart, at this moment, looking at Xiao Ye's rotten car window, he only had one word in his heart.

Cool!