Chapter Seventy-Eight: Just One Word in My Heart: Hate!

After Qin Haoyu's heart struggled for a while, he still decided to stay. He slowly pushed open the door, his steps were very light, and he slowly walked to Lin Xiyue's hospital bed and sat down.

Qin Haoyu's heart was very complicated, but looking at the haggard face in front of him, those hands couldn't help but reach out to Lin Xiyue's pale face at this time, stroking it gently, and his deep eyes were full of distress.

……

Mo Xuan watched the woman in his arms being taken away by Qin Haoyu, and there was one word in his heart: hate!

But looking at Qin Haoyu's anxious appearance, the heart that was hanging was also slightly lowered. After all, Lin Xiyue was safe in Qin Haoyu's hands.

But there is a question that has been circling in Mo Xuan's heart, is Qin Haoyu and Lin Xiyue really just a simple subordinate relationship?

Why is it that every time I see him looking at Lin Xiyue, his eyes are not so simple, but with that complex expression of love and hate.

Mo Xuan took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone, "Help me investigate someone, Qin Haoyu!" ”

"May I ask if it's Qin Haoyu of Qin Yu Group?"

"Yes!"

"Yes, okay."

"I'm going to do it now, as soon as possible!"

"Yes."

Mo Xuan hung up the phone, looking at the photographs full of stories hanging in the exhibition hall, and his thoughts couldn't help but be taken ten days ago.

He sent someone to collect these photographic works from the UK, I remember that there was a work, the people over there didn't give it, no matter how high the price was, Mo Xuan also flew to the UK to talk to the boss there, and thought of a lot of ways to do it, and finally told a beautiful lie before the boss agreed to sell it.

"Boss, this work is really my fiancée's, I want to surprise her on the wedding day, what she misses most after returning to China is her photographic works, you can do it, sell it to me, I want it for as much as I want."

"But I really like this work of your fiancée, the sunset, the back of the old man, I fell in love with it at a glance, although it is just a newcomer's work, but I bought it at the price of the master, not because of the price, but this newcomer's work is too good, the shooting angle and artistic conception are very special."

"I know it's a bit of a tough one, but it's the best gift I can think of for her. Please! ”

"Well, seeing that you love each other so much, I'll be an adult beauty!"

……

Mo Xuan looked at this work, as if he saw a little girl holding a camera on the beach and clicking at the old man's back, until he was satisfied with the camera. At this time, the afterglow of the sunset fell on the little girl's fair and delicate face, three-dimensional and exquisite.

I like photography so much, why did I give up when I returned to China? Why else did you go to Qinyu Group to be the secretary of the president. Could it be that the man is really more important than her dreams?

Jingle Bell ......

Mo Xuan's mobile phone rang suddenly, interrupting his memories, and he quickly picked up the phone.

……

"Yes, got it." Mo Xuan finally said lightly.

The always gentle face collapsed instantly, and no emotion could be captured on his face at this time, he put down his mobile phone and walked out of the exhibition hall flutteringly.

Don't they all say that after a rainstorm, there will be a clear sky?

Why did the heavy rain just now not wash away the gloom in the air, but instead made the air suffocating?

Mo Xuan dragged his heavy steps to the parking lot, he opened the car door weakly, and sat in the driver's seat, but his eyes fell on the co-pilot.

Two of them came, but now he is the only one left. What was supposed to be a surprise became a bomb for him to wake up from.

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