Chapter 516: What Is It Like To Have Your Hand Almost Wasted?
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What is the feeling of being about to lose his hands, Jiang Yansheng has experienced it in his lifetime.
She stood in front of the sink, her feet soft in her high heels, her white hands under the faucet, rinsing her reddened fingers with water.
Huo Xiumo's mobile phone in his trouser pocket was still ringing.
He didn't care, his tall and hot body was close to the woman's back, one arm was wrapped around the slender waist, and his thin lips lingered on the woman's cheek, and the body temperature was clearly transmitted to her skin.
Jiang Yansheng frowned, washed his hands, put on the sloppy shoulder straps, and turned to face the man: "Who is so persistent in calling you non-stop?" You still don't pick it up? โ
As he spoke, he reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his phone.
Huo Xiumo didn't stop it, a very expensive suit was already messy, the hem of the shirt was pulled out from the black trousers, and the belt was not buttoned properly.
Jiang Yansheng lowered his eyebrows and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, so he directly answered it for him, and cleared his throat: "Which one?" โ
After a while, she listened to the voice on the phone, and suddenly raised her surprised eyes to look at Huo Xiumo.
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blatantly messed around in the bathroom, Jiang Yansheng didn't have the face to eat the steak hard, the two went back to Dujingyuan, and asked the maid to make dinner.
She changed out of her evening dress, and her makeup was also removed, her face was clean and beautiful in the light, looking at the man who had also changed into home clothes.
Halfway through, Jiang Yansheng pursed his lips and asked him, "You dealt with the Wang family?" โ
Huo Xiumo's facial features were indifferent, and he talked to her with the posture that superiors are used to controlling the overall situation: "Give me a little lesson." โ
Jiang Yan choked up, and asked him again: "The Wang family said on the phone that you grabbed land and business, like a bandit." โ
Huo Xiumo lifted his eyelids and sneered: "Bandits? โ
It's rare for him to hear such words.
"I added the last sentence." Jiang Yansheng had a slight doubt, and he held it in his heart all the way, but this man knew it and didn't say anything, so he made it clear that he didn't say anything.
She bit her lip and whispered to guess his thoughts: "You cleaned up the Wang family because of my business?" โ
Huo Xiumo looked at her for a few seconds, and his thin lips twitched: "You still want to fight for the Wang family?" โ
That's for her.
Jiang Yansheng's eyes were red at the corners of his eyes, and he muttered: "I'm not the White Lotus Holy Mother, who is full of sympathy when she sees everyone, and you only make a move now, are you afraid that I will see it before and hold back?" โ
Huo Xiumo didn't answer her directly, acquiescing to a close attitude.
"Alas, my dad will definitely find you for the sake of Wang Yuan's family." Jiang Yansheng saw that the Wang family was busy, and his mood was not very good, but he had a faint sense of melancholy.
Huo Xiumo used the meal elegantly, his eyes were turbulent, and he said in a calm tone: "The wife I married back was abused and schizophrenic, there must be some people to bear my anger, and it is useless for your father to find it." โ
Jiang Yansheng pinched the spoon with her fingertips and trembled, and it took a long time before she lowered her head to eat.
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At ten o'clock in the evening, the security door of the apartment was opened by a key from the outside, Li Xin walked in and closed the door with a backhand slam.
In this quiet space, she took off her stiletto heels and threw them aside, stepped on the cold floor with her bare feet, and took off her trench coat casually, with a light gray shirt and white pants underneath, which was not different from her usual dress, except that she was not wearing professional formal clothes.
When she was alone, she didn't have the pressure of being constrained in real life, and she scattered her waist-length black black silk in all directions, inexplicably, and her face became more and more pale.
Li Xin stood at the door for a moment before walking from the entrance to the living room.
The apartment layout here is the standard configuration of typical elite white-collar workers, the unit is not large, the decoration is modern, transparent glass and white tones, and there is no temperature.
She didn't take a few steps with stiff steps, and suddenly stopped.
Ahead, a tall, dark man sat on the couch, with no lights on, and the light from the balcony outside the window was enough for her to see clearly.
With a hint of surprise, Li Xin quickly returned to normal and spoke first: "You are here." โ
Huo Xiucheng still had a cigarette between his fingers, and he didn't look at the woman, but put his eyes on an orchid carved on the wall, which was so exquisite that it seemed to overflow with a faint fragrance.
Li Xin had long been accustomed to it, or rather, he was used to his indifferent appearance, and raised his hand to turn on the light in the living room.
The light brightened in an instant, and Huo Xiucheng's cold gaze moved to her, and his thin lips pursed openly: "Go cook a bowl of noodles for me." โ
Just came back from overtime, Li Xin was actually tired and didn't want to move, but for the sake of his disabled legs and hungry, he couldn't get food, his red lips moved, but he didn't say anything, and walked in the direction of the kitchen.
Cooking a bowl of noodles is very simple for Li Xin, since she was a child, she is used to housework, and her movements are fast, boiling water, shaking the noodles and putting them in the pot, and then using chopsticks to spread them again, five minutes later, it is served in the bowl.
She took out the pickles from her hometown in the refrigerator, put some in small plates, and served them out together.
Huo Xiucheng was still sitting on the sofa, his black shirt and suit pants made his temperament more and more cold and dark, and his face was expressionless.
Li Xin put the noodles on the coffee table and asked casually: "Didn't Que Ye give you dinner at night?" โ
Huo Xiucheng's cold eyebrows furrowed a little, and his long fingers with distinct bones picked up chopsticks and picked up a thin noodle.
"You eat slowly, I'll take a shower." When Li Xin saw him eating, he wanted to change his clothes to make his tired body more comfortable.
Behold.
As soon as she turned around, she heard the sound of chopsticks being smashed.
Li Xin turned around in surprise and saw Huo Xiucheng slamming the hot bowl of noodles to the ground, his facial features became more and more cold hidden in the light, and his eyes were shaking with suppressed emotions.
The atmosphere of the apartment was instantly chilled.
Li Xin looked at the ruined noodles on the ground, endured it, she walked over barefoot, picked up a few broken bowls, and threw them into the trash.
During this period, Huo Xiucheng stared at her every move with a deep understanding of his eyes.
"You're in a weird mood tonight, what's wrong?" Li Xin saw that he lost his temper for no reason, and he had already heard that Huo Xiucheng had injured his leg, and his temper was furious.
She wasn't so stingy as to get angry with him on the spot, so she fed the dog this bowl of noodles.
Li Xin saw that Huo Xiucheng pursed her thin lips and didn't speak, she suppressed the irritability in her eyebrows, and her cold voice was a little softer: "I'll go cook another bowl of noodles for you to eat." โ
This sentence seems to be a question, but in fact, Li Xin is just telling him.
Huo Xiucheng sat motionless like a sculpture, under his long and hard eyelashes, making it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes, but his big hands were clenched into fists.
Another five minutes passed.
Li Xin came out with a bowl of noodles again, still the same cooking method, and she handed it to him with both hands.
Huo Xiumo's expression was indifferent, he had already lost his appetite for this bowl of noodles, and when he stretched out his slender hand to take it, he poured it into the trash can in front of the woman.
Li Xin's face turned cold and looked at him.