With the previous kidnapping of Song Yan, wherever she goes, her family will come to pick her up.

No matter how busy Su Luoran was, he would send someone or the Zhou family to pick her up.

I'm afraid of the accident that happened again.

This meeting in Beijing was Fu Qingyao's whim, and she didn't tell anyone, so naturally there was no one to pick her up.

When I came out of the airport, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

I called the landline at home, but no one answered.

Hanging up the phone, Fu Qingyao's face condensed, Su Luoran was not at home so late, is the company really so busy.

I flagged down a taxi and gave the address of the company.

Qingyu has an excellent location, and it was thought of when it was first developed, and after so many years of development, it is no longer the nameless small company it was at the beginning.

Eleven o'clock is not too late, and there are still many people in the company working overtime.

However, Su Luoran is the president, and naturally the floor is different from that of others, and several major shareholders occupy a single floor, and there is a special elevator to reach it.

As Qingyu's proprietor, Fu Qingyao has a card that goes directly to the elevator.

"Ding Dong—"

On the thirty-second floor, looking at the turbulent and dark corridor outside the corridor, Fu Qingyao took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator.

Separated by a door, it is like two worlds.

She wore flat-heeled shoes and walked quietly in such a night, without any life.

The doors and windows of the office next to him were closed, there was no one, and at the end of the corridor, the door of Su Luoran's office was closed, and a faint light came out of the blinds, like a guiding light in the night.

Looking at the door in front of her, Fu Qingyao suddenly felt that her palms were cold. The vests are all cold sweats. There was an urge to turn around and run away.

It was as if the door had been pushed open. It's as if something is gone.

I don't know how long I stood behind the door, it seemed like a century, and it seemed like only a second.

Taking a deep breath, Fu Qingyao unscrewed the doorknob, and the world realm inside the door slowly appeared in front of her.

It's just that after seeing the scene in the office, Fu Qingyao was stunned, there was no one inside, only the lights were scattered in the room. Quietly looked at her.

It's like a person who is prepared for the worst, and suddenly finds that this is not the case inside, and Fu Qingyao's tight string is so relaxed.

It seems that I really thought about it too much, and I have only been married for five years, and it has not yet reached the itch of seven years.

Relieved, throwing the bag on the sofa, Fu Qingyao smiled bitterly and rubbed her temples, and sat on Su Luoran's swivel chair.

His office, like the others, is simple and clean, with a staggered décor of dark colors and pure white.

Fu Qingyao hadn't been to his office a few times. After looking around, I found many small details. For example, some cute little ornaments on the desk to add spice. It's not like what Su Luoran would do.

And just as Fu Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief, a very subtle moan suddenly came from the compartment next to her. The groan, like a pinprick pierced into Fu Qingyao's eardrum, was particularly clear in this silent night.

She turned her head sharply and stared straight at the door in front of her, as if trying to see a hole in it.

The sound insulation of the room should be excellent, if it wasn't too loud, Fu Qingyao should not be able to hear it.

It was a woman's voice, and at such a time, in the usual resting place of Su Luoran's office, a woman's moans were heard. Recite.

Fu Qingyao didn't know how to describe her mood at the moment, disappointed, embarrassed, angry, angry, it seemed to be all there, and it didn't seem to be either.

The problem of children has always been between her and Su Luoran.

In the face of the concern and persecution of his parents and friends, he couldn't stand the pressure and chose to cheat, and she could understand it.

It's just intellectually understandable, but emotionally unacceptable.

If he had talked to her well, she wouldn't have stalked about it, why would she have an affair in marriage.

So, when Yan Yilin raised her head, she saw this Fu Qingyao.

was very calm and calm, and even when she raised her head, she actually looked at the part where the two were connected and entangled, and then Shi Shiran left the room.

As if it wasn't her husband who was entangled with her.

When Yan Yilin packed up and went out, Fu Qingyao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly looking at the scenery outside the window.

Looking at her side face, even if the two are rivals in love now, Yan Yilin has to praise, Fu Qingyao is really beautiful.

The beauty of washing the lead flower, there is no possibility of winning at all.

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't have children.

Thinking of this, Yan Yilin also figured out that God created man, and it is always fair.

gave Fu Qingyao a beautiful appearance, a talent superior to the world, and deprived her of her rights as a mother.

Walking up to Fu Qingyao, she didn't speak, and Fu Qingyao didn't speak.

What is Fu Qingyao thinking about now, in fact, she is not thinking about anything now, she can't turn the world upside down like a shrew.

Su Luoran lost all her face, and she would even throw away her lining.

The world has always been more generous to men and harsh to women.

She didn't speak, Yan Yilin couldn't help but open her mouth after all, "Sometimes I really feel that you don't love Brother Su, and you can be silent when you see this situation, a woman like you is really scary." ”

It's not noisy or noisy, and the face is calm like seeing an ordinary scenery, which makes people feel terrible.

Fu Qingyao's face was flat, anyway, the worst thing had already happened, no matter how bad it was, there was nothing more to say. If being angry and angry can solve the problem and make Yan Yilin and Su Luoran not have a relationship, then she would rather be a shrew.

Now that everything is a foregone conclusion, she is stupid herself, and what does she have to do with others.

Seeing that her evaluation of it was useless, Yan Yilin magnified her killing move again, "Brother Su and I have slept with me." ”

Sure enough, it was a big killer move, and even a veteran of the love scene like Fu Qingyao was stabbed into the new house by her, and the blood flowed down drop by drop.

Seeing it with my own eyes, hearing it with my own ears, the painful process is still a little faster. Feel.

It was as if the stone hanging over my heart had finally fallen, and everything was a foregone conclusion.

Seeing that Fu Qingyao still didn't react, Yan Yilin finally couldn't hold it back. Some of them are very inward-looking. "What do you really want? You can't give birth to Brother Su. Could it be that you don't let others live, and you have been dominating this position, is it interesting? ”

Fu Qingyao felt that she was not sick, if it wasn't for her, it was for this world.

At the beginning, he and Song Yan hadn't fallen in love yet, but it was a little ambiguous, and when he heard that he had a fiancée, he quickly broke away from the relationship. For fear of being a junior or being a junior.

As a result, after only a few years of marriage, the junior actually ran to the original partner openly and asked her what she wanted.

Could it be that she fell in love with Song Yan at the beginning, she should have run to Gu Zixi and said that I have his son in my belly, what do you want.

Is it her collapse, or is this world shattered?

It's really a strange world.

Fu Qingyao felt that she was quite amazing, and she actually had to think about it when she was negotiating face-to-face with Xiao San.

Seeing that Fu Qingyao still didn't answer her, Yan Yilin was aggressive, "I have already slept with Brother Su, and I also have the Su family's seed in my stomach." Even if you don't leave Brother Su, he will divorce you. ”

Seeing that Fu Qingyao turned a deaf ear. She wanted to change her face, her voice softened, and she knelt in front of Fu Qingyao holding her stomach, "If you really have two feelings for Brother Su, if you really feel good for him, please leave him." With me by his side and our children, he will be very happy, I beg you. ”

This kneeling had some effect, and Fu Qingyao's gaze finally moved from the window to Yan Yilin, looking at her condescendingly.

The pampered little princess of the Yan family, for the sake of a man, tried her best to kneel in front of another woman and begged him to give up him.

It's ridiculous and pathetic.

But now Fu Qingyao can't be ridiculous, because she herself is more pathetic than the woman in front of her, like a clown who has been played around.

has been a human being in two lives, and he actually planted a heel in a little girl.

Isn't it more ridiculous, more pathetic?

Looking at Yan Yilin, who looked sad, Fu Qingyao finally opened her mouth, "Are you finished?" ”

The queen of the movie is the queen of the movie, even if she doesn't say anything, even if she looks indifferent, the powerful aura also shocks Yan Yilin.

She nodded dumbfoundedly before she came back to her senses.

Then he blushed.

"Then I'm leaving."

After speaking, he didn't look at Yan Yilin anymore, and left the office directly, leaving her to kneel there alone and play a one-man show.

Fu Qingyao walked very steadily, and even had a bit of a lot of demeanor, leaving Yan Yilin's sight, and after entering the elevator, Fu Qingyao's tears finally flowed.

Coming out of the building, it was already late, and the cold wind blew on the people's bodies, with a bit of coolness.

Fu Qingyao didn't realize it, looking at the busy streets, I don't know what day it is.

If even Su Luoran can't believe it and can betray herself, then is there a man in this world that she can trust?

With no destination and no sense of direction, Fu Qingyao walked aimlessly on the street.

The head seems to be chaotic, and it seems that he doesn't think about anything, and the whole person is detached, just like the realm of selflessness said in the Buddhist scriptures.

If people have always been in this realm, they will definitely become gods.

That's right, Fu Qingyao was woken up by someone.

"Miss, if you want to die, please don't rush over my car, okay. There is a rooftop over there, please go up and jump down from there, you can be sure that you will die, and you will not harm others. ”

Fu Qingyao looked up and found that she was listening to the most ordinary and cheapest Chevrolet sedan in front of her, and the owner was chattering in front of her, swearing without swearing.

And the car was only a few centimeters away from her.

A little closer, she really became an immortal.

Thinking of what he said about going to the rooftop, Fu Qingyao was surprised that she could still laugh, and said "Xie Luxie" to the man in front of her.

Bypassing the car, Fu Qingyao still walked in front of her eleventh road public exchange, with no purpose, and she didn't know where to go.

The bag was still thrown away in Su Luoran's company, and now he doesn't have a penny in his hand.

I don't have a mobile phone, I can't be recognized, and I have depression and troubles in my head, so I can only alleviate the pain in my heart by abusing myself.

I don't know how long I walked on the road, but Fu Qingyao, who finally had no strength, sat on the edge of the platform on the side of the street, burying her hands in her palms.

Water slowly flowed from between his fingers and dripped onto the hem of the skirt.

I don't know how long it took to maintain this posture, and it wasn't until something soft was stuffed in the palm of my hand that Fu Qingyao raised her head.

Somewhat dumbfounded, he looked at the man standing in front of him. (To be continued......)