The room, quietly.

Outside, the snowflakes were still flying, turning the entire Ning City into a world of ice and snow.

Suningyan stayed until the second half of the night and finally fell asleep.

Zhuo Junyue vaguely felt that the virus in his body was doing it again, but fortunately, the little thing finally fell asleep.

He forced his way to the bathroom and quickly took two pills.

These drugs can only be suppressed to the degree of toxicity.

However, the virus in the body will continue to develop.

Every time I do it, the pain is unbearable.

Zhuo Junyue clutched the handrail, trying his best to control his consciousness.

Every time I was poisoned, it felt like I had died once.

Half an hour later, Zhuo Junyue finally survived.

He was lying on the edge of the bathtub, panting like a fish in the desert.

On the forehead, dense and fine beads of sweat formed water droplets, which dripped down the chin.

Tomorrow, the news will come out.

I don't know what the little things will be sad about when the time comes?

Even if he didn't want to, for the sake of the future of the little thing, he had to be ruthless.

Making such a decision is really more uncomfortable than killing him.

After about ten minutes, Zhuo Junyue adjusted his breath and walked out of the bathroom gently.

On the bed, the little things are tired of sleeping together, like a shrimp.

The tear stains on his face have not yet dried.

Zhuo Junyue lightly covered her with the quilt, maybe from tomorrow, he could see her at close range like this, it was a luxury.

The next morning, when Suningyan woke up, Zhuo Junyue was changing clothes.

Looking at his back, Suningyan felt uncomfortable.

In the past, when he went to work, he always liked to let her tie it.

Ning Yan really couldn't stand this kind of cold violence, she still couldn't help but walk over and took the initiative to say, "Husband, I... I have something I want to talk to you about. ”

Zhuo Junyue tied his tie and turned around, wearing a smooth-cut black suit, looking handsome and compelling.

There is a kind of person who is born like a noble son, and he exudes a charming atmosphere between his gestures.

Ning Yan pursed the corners of her mouth, and suddenly felt that she was too handsome and really annoying.

She walked up to him and wanted to help Zhuo Junyue straighten his tie.

Zhuo Junyue avoided without a trace, women, are sensitive.

Ning Yan withdrew her hand a little embarrassed, and for a while, she didn't know what she was saying.

"I have to go to the company, what's the matter, let's talk about it in the evening."

After speaking, Zhuo Junyue strode out as if he was a little impatient.

Ning Yan felt very uncomfortable, was he not even interested in talking to her?

Why is it like this? What went wrong?

Suningyan began to reflect on himself, did he make him unhappy?

But when she thought about it, she didn't know where she was wrong.

In the living room, Zhuo Zhengxiu watched Zhuo Junyue come down, his brows twisted slightly, and he just said lightly, "Junyue, did you do it on purpose?" ”

"Dad, let's have breakfast."

It appeared that Zhuo Junyue didn't want to talk to him about this matter.

Zhuo Zhengxiu was a little helpless, his son was about to push Ning Yan away.

This newspaper, he still asked the servant to put it away, I really don't know what Ning Yan will think when he sees it?

After breakfast, Zhuo Junyue went directly to the company.

Suningyan didn't come down, standing on the second floor, watching his car disappear at the gate of Zhuo's house.

At this time, the headlines of Quanning City News were all the news that Zhuo Junyue had entered the hotel with Fang Yimeng in his arms.

There are pictures and truths, and all of a sudden, Zhuo Junyue has changed from a good man of the century to a scumbag of the century. ()

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