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Chu Huandong only came to his senses slightly at this time, and his lost soul seemed to be back in his body, he patted Zhang Xiaopeng weakly on the shoulder, "You call Ling Yue, just say that I have something to do, don't go up!"

On the way back, Chu Huandong didn't use a driver to drive, he drove the car himself, deliberately lowered the window to the lowest, and let the wind pour in, blowing so that his cheeks hurt.

He drove the car in a daze, wandering aimlessly on the street, just kept stepping on the accelerator, in the past few years, many, many times, he thought that he might as well close his eyes, rush into the weaving lane, crash into pieces, and be a hundred.

Chu Huandong finally went home, walked upstairs with heavy steps, stood in the room where Wang Zhangzhu once lived, struggling like a sleepy beast, and finally opened the door in despair.

If it weren't for a certain level, if it weren't for the lovesickness, Chu Huandong would not dare to walk into this room that carries countless memories.

The desertion and emptiness of the room greeted him, and naturally there was no one in the room.

The room was still the same as when Wang Zhangzhu was there, the teddy bear she liked, the cosmetic bottle she used, the small hairpin, the photo frame on the bedside table......

Chu Huandong casually covered the door and walked slowly into the house, touching every place, the sofa where Wang Zhangzhu sitted, the chaise longue she sit, the slippers she wore, the towels she used, the clothes in the wardrobe, he gently, over and over again, he stroked these things, as if touching her temperature, and could smell her sweet breath.

He walked slowly, stroked, felt, and recalled how Wang Zhangzhu had lived here, his movements were gentle and delicate, as if the real Wang Zhangzhu was in front of him, as if he was afraid of disturbing her, so that she would turn around again and refuse to leave.

Chu Huandong finally lay on the bed and picked up the picture frame placed at the head of the bed, which was a photo taken four years ago when the Wang family had not yet had an accident, and the photo included Wang Zhangzhu, Song Liangyu, and himself.

Wang Zhangzhu stood between herself and Song Liangyu with a bright smile, a pair of dimples were particularly obvious on some baby fat faces, which contained real carefree, innocent and romantic.

Chu Huandong stared at the photo for a long time, tears slid down the corners of his eyes into his hair, disappeared, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he lived to this invulnerability, he thought that he was already a person without tear ducts, but he could still cry.

"Palm beads, palm beads!" whispered in a low voice, with infinitely tactful and desolate emotion.

Palm beads, you have been gone for so long, I can hardly find your smell in the room, and I have almost forgotten the way you smile, but I can foresee the eternal pain of desolation in my long years to come.

Lin Yurou drank a lot of wine tonight, she walked upstairs with some vague steps, looking at the half-hidden door of the bedroom where Wang Zhangzhu once lived, the corners of her mouth showed a sad wry smile.

Tonight, watching Chu Huandong suddenly run away in a hurry, she felt a palpitation in her heart, over the years, there was only one Wang Zhangzhu who could make Chu Huandong lose his temper in front of everyone, even Zhang Qian, who was favored by Chu Huandong later.

Later, she knew from Zhang Xiaopeng's phone call that sure enough, Chu Huandong was lovesick again, and he was demonic!

Lin Yurou was not happy, she drank a lot of wine at the banquet, and had a good conversation with the boss and wife of Su's company. She looked at the hidden door and felt depressed, ran to the door of the room in two steps, paused slightly, and pushed the door open with the strength of wine.

She saw Chu Huandong lying on the bed in a suit, his eyes closed, frowning slightly, and through the light, she could see his undulating eyebrows, straight nose, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth seemed to be infinitely tired.

At this moment, Lin Yurou's heart softened, no matter how scheming this man is, his methods are ruthless, and he is cold-blooded, but he is only a person, and he will be tired.

Especially after Wang Zhangzhu drowned, Lin Yurou never saw Chu Huandong really laugh, the smiles in front of others were fake, and after the people, he didn't say a smile, he even said a lot, as if Wang Zhangzhu's departure drained all his fun.

Lin Yurou gently sat at the head of the bed, held her breath, looked greedily at the man she loved the most, and finally couldn't help it, leaned over, lowered her head and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Chu Huandong's body moved, as if he was awake, but he didn't open his eyes, he reached out and hugged her, "Palm beads!"

Lin Yurou's heart was cold for a moment.

Chu Huandong opened his eyes after a moment, and the expression on his face was in a nervous trance, "Where's the palm bead?"

Lin Yurou stood up with a sneer, gritted her teeth and said, "It's dead!"

Chu Huandong's eyes changed, Lin Yurou suddenly felt cold all over her body, she knew in her heart that it was not good, she wanted to dodge, and how fast could she be Chu Huandong, the wooden image frame in Chu Huandong's hand had already flown towards her, hitting her shoulder hard, and she staggered back a few steps in pain.

Lin Yurou was really hurt, and shouted out like crazy with the strength of wine: "Chu Huandong, wake up, Wang Zhangzhu has died a long time ago, don't you stop being suspicious and thinking that she is still alive? You don't have to spoil that little slut to deceive yourself anymore!"

Chu Huandong completely woke up at this time, he sat up and looked at Lin Yurou with some disgust, "Who allowed you to enter this room, get out!"

Lin Yurou closed her eyes, and big tears fell, "Chu Huandong, I know that you hate me, you hate me, you always feel that I hurt the palm bead and fell into the water, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't delay the opportunity to save the palm bead! You think I caused you to lose the palm bead, but you have tortured me enough over the years!"

Chu Huandong got up with a gloomy face, and Lin Yurou, who came in two big strides, pulled her by the collar like a chick and threw her out of the room, pointing at her nose and warning: "I tell you, if you dare to enter this room casually again, I will discount your legs." ”

A desperate chill rose from Lin Yurou's heart, and the smell of wine surged, and she simply shouted: "Chu Huandong, what am I in your heart? I have been with you since I was twenty-two years old, and for seven years, from your secretary to your girlfriend, from fiancée to wife, but you don't even want to look at me more, you don't even touch me, what kind of husband are you? Even if you hate me, you hate me, this kind of retribution is enough! Chu Huandong, don't think I don't know, you must have come up with such a vicious way to make me pregnant... …”

Chu Huandong had already seen that Lin Yurou had drunk too much at this time, he glanced at the servants and bodyguards standing downstairs, his face was pale, and he interrupted Lin Yurou rudely, "If you dare to say another word, I promise that you will never see your son!"

Lin Yurou shuddered, she clenched her fists resentfully, and cursed in a low voice: "Chu Huandong, you will go to hell!"

Chu Huandong smiled faintly: "I'm already in hell." ”

He has already been trapped in the Nine Hells, and he will never be able to transcend life!

Wang Zhangzhu didn't know how she got back home, but as soon as she entered the house, she firmly hugged Niuniu into her arms, like grasping the last straw.

Four years have passed, and Wang Zhangzhu thought that she had calmed down, because of her unexpected encounter with Chu Huandong, it was like being swept away by a sudden typhoon, leaving a mess at the crossing, and she couldn't tell what she felt in her heart.

When Su Yanchi came back, Wang Zhangzhu hadn't slept yet, Su Yanchi walked to her while untying his tie, "Why don't you sleep yet, wait...... Why is your face so bad, it can't be really sick, right?"

"Nope. Wang Zhangzhu replied dryly, looking at Su Yanchi's somewhat puzzled gaze, and said vaguely: "I just watched a movie." ”

"Hehe, it's sad again. Su Yan smiled lately, turned around and walked to the bathroom, "I really don't understand you, I have to cry every time I watch a tragic movie, and I choose to watch a tragedy every time, asking for ......."

Wang Zhangzhu pulled up the quilt and lay on the bed, begging for hardship, he was asking for his own death when he agreed to come back with Su Yanchi, but Su Yanchi is his husband, and his wife follows her husband, which is justified!

Su Yanchi came out of the shower, put on white pajamas, and lay next to Wang Zhangzhu with a clean breath like a forest after the rain, Wang Zhangzhu felt that the air around him was wet, "Ah Chi, did tonight's banquet go well?"

"Well, it's okay, it's just that Dad thinks it's a little imperfect. Su Yanchi didn't know much about business, so in his opinion, it was almost fine.

Wang Zhangzhu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Didn't the guest Dad want to invite come, why is he still dissatisfied!"

"Hehe, Chu Huandong looks like a steady and mature person, I don't know what's going on today, I just said a word to my father, and suddenly I remembered something, turned around and ran away!

"Oh. Wang Zhangzhu looked at the ceiling in a daze, the Chu Huandong she knew was not like this, even if she told him that the sky was about to fall, he would be indifferent!

Alas, she sighed softly, what do you still expect? How could a person as cold and heartless as he be sad and sad for his own death?

Su Yanchi heard Wang Zhangzhu's soft sigh, and immediately realized that he had said Wang Zhangzhu's sore spot, and hurriedly changed the topic: "Although Chu Huandong didn't come to today's dinner, it was still very successful, the person named Ding Lingyue next to Chu Huandong was very face-saving, and he talked to me for a while, and he was very kind, with a smile on his face all the time......"

It's rare to hear that Su Yanchi is interested in these things, Wang Zhangzhu smiled cooperatively, but she didn't tell Su Yanchi that Ding Lingyue is a famous smiling tiger, the master who eats people and doesn't spit out bones, and he has to help count the money if he sells him!

"And Chu Huandong's wife, that woman is really unusual, beautiful, and good at communicating, that's called an all-sided source, and it is said that she gave birth to a son to Chu Huandong......"

Su Yanchi found that Wang Zhangzhu was staring at him and didn't speak, and once again realized that he had said the wrong thing again, he blinked, glanced at his mouth, simply pulled up the quilt and covered his face, and said sullenly: "Go to sleep!"