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Huo's.

In the president's office, an old shareholder was sent away, and Huo Xiumo's tall figure sat on the sofa, his handsome face expressionless, and threw the teacup crushed in his palm into the trash.

He had long fingers, a deep wound cut by the shard, but he was indifferent.

Secretary Li pushed the door in, just in time to see blood on the paper towel thrown in the trash can, he paused slightly, went to get the medicine box and handed it over, and turned out the cotton swab potion.

"Mr. Huo, I'll bandage you."

Huo Xiumo indifferently pushed away his movements, and wiped the blood on his palms little by little with a tissue.

His hand bones are perfect and beautiful, with slender and white long fingers, no matter how you look at it, it is very eye-catching, even if the ring finger is only wearing a very simple golden ring, it is also exquisite.

Huo Xiumo looked at the ring and paused.

He seemed to remember the image of the woman holding the ring in her fingertips and putting it on his ring finger.

When she smiled with soft eyebrows and eyes, it was very pleasing to the eye, a small face, her facial features were delicate and beautiful, standing in the sun, the black green silk was softly draped over her shoulders, her red lips were pursed, and a pair of dark eyes were slightly turning and looking at him like this.

is obviously shy, and he wants to pretend to be cold and calm.

At first glance, she is a woman who pretends to be reserved and pretentious.

But Huo Xiumo planted it like this, planted it on her.

……

Huo Xiumo's dark eyes sank for a moment, and he took off the wedding ring and pinched it in his palm.

His extremely unhappy expression changed, Secretary Li saw it in his eyes, and hesitated: "Mr. Huo, my wife has been very sick these days, and the arrangement to send her away will be a few days late." ”

Huo Xiumo hadn't heard the news of Jiang Yansheng for more than half a month, whether she was dead or alive, others didn't dare to take the initiative to run to him and say.

Within a month, the old lady's funeral was finally completed.

And he had to deal with much more than that.

Secretary Li: "Mrs. insists on seeing you. ”

In Huo Xiumo's dark eyes, his pupils contracted violently, and after half a sound, he pursed his thin lips and said coldly: "Her identity is no longer Mrs. Huo." ”

Secretary Li was silent for a moment, and immediately changed his words: "Mr. Huo, do you want to meet Miss Jiang?" She doesn't see you...... It's "not leaving."

Huo Xiumo lowered his head, looked at the wedding ring that was clenched in the palm of his hand, and finally let it go, letting the wedding ring slide down and roll to the black leather shoes.

He didn't pick it up, as if he was going to throw it away.

Secretary Li probably knew what he meant, and kept his mouth shut.

In fact, he felt that Mr. Huo had shown mercy to Jiang Yansheng's subordinates, at least, when all the evidence pointed to Jiang Yansheng's murder, and the people who had supported the old lady up and down the Huo family wanted to take revenge......

Mr. Huo also resisted all external pressure and did not push out the woman who killed his own grandmother.

Sent abroad, letting Jiang Yansheng go to a psychiatric hospital for treatment is also a disguised shelter, and in the future, he will change to a peaceful life, and he will no longer have anything to do with Wancheng.

And Mr. Huo wants to stay alone to face all this.

Secretary Li saw a lonely and arrogant atmosphere from Huo Xiumo's body, and he couldn't help but think, perhaps, Jiang Yansheng's departure was the best arrangement for anyone.

No matter how deep the love is, it can't withstand the separation, let alone the long time.

Secretary Li retreated silently, leaving Huo Xiumo alone in the office, he lit a cigarette and smoked, and in an instant, his eyes were already covered with heavy bloodshots.

His eyes were fixed on the wedding ring at his feet.

After all, he still stretched out his big hand and picked it up.

……

"Ahh

In the dark night, in the silent master bedroom, there was a dim atmosphere everywhere, Jiang Yansheng had a nightmare, she was pinched by a man in the dream, the force was very heavy, and when she was about to suffocate, she suddenly saw Huo Xiumo's face.

She woke up screaming, covered in fine sweat.

The maid who lived in the capital garden had become accustomed to hearing her nightmare screams in the middle of the night, and at first, she would run upstairs to see it with her clothes on, but later, slowly, she didn't hear it.

Jiang Yansheng fumbled to turn on the light, but accidentally fell out of bed.

She screamed in pain, her knees ached, her fingertips trembling on her bruised skin, but she didn't dare to rub it hard.

It hurts!

Jiang Yansheng's dark eyes were tugging at something, it was very uncomfortable, she simply sat on the ground, waiting for the pain to subside.

She reached out again and touched her forehead.

Probably because of the sweat, the low-grade fever in the body naturally receded by more than half, and the hands and feet were slightly cold.

Jiang Yansheng didn't want to stand up, so he raised his hand and pulled the sagging quilt on the edge of the bed, wrapped himself tightly in it, shrunk in front of the bed, and looked at the night outside the window with dark eyes.

Actually, I couldn't see anything, except that the shadow of the tree was moonlight.

It's a bad feeling to be locked up.

Jiang Yansheng remembered Secretary Li's words during the day in a trance...... He said Ms. Hoschumer was going to send her abroad for a few years for psychiatric treatment.

Is she going to be locked up again?

Thinking about it again, maybe in the hospital, she can still touch the world outside the window, and it will be much freer than being locked up in Dujingyuan.

Inexplicably, it's a little ridiculous and sad to think about.

Jiang Yansheng's throat was uncomfortable, swallowed, slowly lowered her head, the black green silk was scattered on her shoulders, she held her legs with both hands, and put her slightly white face against her knees, motionless, with no strength.

Xu is posture has been maintained for a long time, and Jiang Yansheng has become a little numb.

She was also casual, wrapped in a quilt and sleeping on the floor like this, her little face showing a hint of tiredness, and her breathing was shallow.

Half an hour after a deep sleep.

The closed master bedroom door is pushed open with a movement so light that it is almost imperceptible.

The tall and dark figure of the man appeared in the doorway, did not walk in, but his strong gaze was locked on the slender figure curled up on the floor.

Her hair was scattered all around, soft, unable to see her face, and she didn't move for a long time.

In this way, the long time passed minute by minute, and the man's expression hidden in the dark was very gloomy, his thin lips were pursed tightly, his hands were coaxed into his trouser pockets, and he was so tight that he was about to clench into a fist.

Jiang Yansheng slept soundly, the air in Xu is room was filled with the faint breath of a man, and she slept more and more peacefully, curling herself into a ball in the quilt.

After another half hour, his tall, dark figure finally stepped out, and the faint moonlight outside the window set off his handsome and profound face, and the clear outline was completely exposed

It's him, Hoshomo.

With long legs like this, he walked to Jiang Yansheng's side step by step, squatting down in front of her, and the shadow of his tall body completely enveloped her.

He stared at her, the emotions rolling in his eyes were dim, and he stretched out his slender hand to touch her small ears, and then he paused in an instant.

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