Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

Lu Qiao looked up.

Huo Yan was still flipping through the news about the Lu Group that he found on the Internet.

His fingers stayed on the content of the organization relationship, "It's not as difficult as you imagined. You just need to find a way to control public opinion, and I'll investigate the rest."

"You already have an idea?"

She didn't ask him if he had found a way.

Instead, ask if you already have an idea of ​​how to deal with this matter.

After all, they have been together for a few years, and they have known each other for as long as one-third of their lives. Lu Qiao's understanding of Huo Yan is as deep as she understands herself.

"Well, I already have a general direction, but I'm still not sure that my idea is correct. Let's talk about it after finding out the evidence."

Huo Yan never speaks big words, he said that if he has a direction, then he must be sure about this matter.

Lu Qiao couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

Assistant Xu had a look of rejoicing, but there were only entanglements and contradictions on her face.

It's probably the worst part of human nature.

She has such a past with Huo Yan, so she is hostile to Huo Yan, and she has a sense of comparison.

It's not because of some naive reasons like wanting to attract his attention.

In the final analysis, she was not a saint, she died without a disease, and she was not reconciled and reconciled.

So I urgently want to prove that she is better than Huo Yan, no matter in any aspect, she is better than him.

In the end, Huo Yan easily solved the problem that caused her a lot of trouble.

Her hard work for so many days is not as good as his half an hour here.

Lu Qiao felt a little lost.

But she is not a person who does not distinguish between right and wrong. Huo Yan helped her, so she still has to thank him.

Lu Qiao thanked her, but Huo Yan's eyes darkened, ink dripped into it, so dark that no light could come through.

Huo Yan stayed in the hotel for less than two hours in total, and didn't stay any longer. He thought about the cause and effect of the matter clearly, drank a cup of tea, and left.

Lu Qiao was really relieved by his appearance.

When they wanted her to move back to the villa, those methods really caught her off guard.

If Huo Yan wants to stay, she really can't guarantee whether she can drive him away successfully.

Huo Yan saw Lu Qiao's obviously relieved expression, and his eyes became darker. The dark tide surged in his eyes, engulfing the light, and it was pitch black.

There is no difference in the expressions on the surface, but if you observe carefully, Lu Qiao will actually find the clues. There are more real emotions under the superficial expressions.

It's a pity that Lu Qiao's eyes fell on her, but she didn't really make eye contact with him, but her eyes passed through Huo Yan, and she didn't look at anything.

The eyes are not very focused.

When Huo Yan left the hotel, his face was as gloomy as it was before going down.

The clouds were so dense that there was no light coming through.

The driver asked: "Mr. Huo, are we going directly back to the apartment now?"

There are quite a lot of Huo Yan's houses in the Three Caves of the Rabbit, and there are also houses in Qi City. Someone will clean them regularly, but he seldom goes back to live.

He knew that when Lu Qiao came to Qi City, Huo Yan sent someone to clean the apartment again and prepared daily necessities. After Jincheng's affairs were settled, he rushed to Qi City overnight.

"Don't go back yet, find a place where you can drink,"

There was a gloom in his voice that couldn't be dispelled.

The driver didn't ask any more questions, but just said, "Okay, Mr. Huo."

Huo Yan looked at the soft and comfortable backrest, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

What leaked from the brows and eyes was exhaustion.

The driver thoughtfully turned off the radio, and the car became quiet, and the sound outside the window was also blocked. The quietness made people feel flustered.

Huo Yan didn't like this overly quiet state very much.

"Turn on the radio."

The driver doesn't know what Huo Yan is going to do, but it's always right to work with Mr. Huo, talk less and do more.

He turned the radio back on again.

There was a nice song inside, and a sad female voice was singing, "If you lose you, so what if you win the world..."

Huo Yan opened his eyes, and fixedly glanced at the radio.

Fingers rubbed lightly on the ring.

Huo Yan waited until the song was over before closing his eyes again.

The fingers resting on his knees tapped lightly, but no one noticed that his rhythm was extremely similar to the song just now.

There seems to be a lingering sound in my ears, a sad female voice is still singing, "If you lose you, so what if you win the world..."

……

The world often does not allow people to be too greedy.

There is a saying, "You can't have your cake and eat it too."

the world and you.

Only one can be selected.

If you give me another chance, the world is close at hand, at your fingertips.

I also want to try to cross mountains and seas to get to your side, and hold your hand tightly when nothing happens.

What if I win you, even if I lose the world?
……

Huo Yan was very tired, and gradually fell asleep in the gentle speed of the car.

Instead of waking him up, the driver circled the city in circles.

The car drove smoothly without any bumps, which made Huo Yan fall into a deeper sleep.

Huo Yan seldom dreams, but today he had a dream.

The half-truth and half-false dream almost confused his eyes.

He dreamed of Lu Qiao.

To be more precise, it was Lu Qiao in high school.

She hasn't left the campus yet, and she is still the little princess who is loved by everyone.

Proud, simple, bright and warm little princess.

The first half of the dream is their high school years, most of which are real.

From distant memories through time and space.

His princess has the most beautiful smile, and in her eyes, he has seen the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Standing in front of him so vividly, confessing to him, her brows and eyes are full of shyness.

I once heard a saying, "The best makeup for a girl is the shyness between her brows and eyes to her lover."

I didn't quite understand this sentence before.

But when she looked at him with a blushing face, he understood.

He teased her with words, dreaming that she was holding his hand and telling him seriously.

"Yeah, so you see that I am such a good person. I am the only one in the world. If you don't treat me well and lose me, you will never find another me in the future."

What did he answer then?

These two sentences have been heard for too long, and he can't remember clearly.

I just remember the smile in her eyes, as if the Milky Way had turned upside down into her eyes, it was so beautiful.

And in this galaxy, there is nothing in it, only his reflection in her eyes.

The tenderness makes people want to drown in these eyes.

He lost his mind and reached out his hand to touch her eyes in a strange way.

The smile in Lu Qiao's eyes gradually turned into sadness.

"Huo Yan, you still lost me after all."

Her figure retreated quickly, and the scenery behind her was constantly changing. Seeing that Lu Qiao's shadow was getting farther and farther away, he wanted to chase after him, but suddenly there were many pedestrians around him, all of them were blocking him. .

There were so many people, every face was so strange, he pushed away those people who were blocking his eyes.

Every figure that looked like Lu Qiao was not her.

Just like she said.

His little princess is the only one in the whole world, unique, she must be cherished, otherwise if she is accidentally lost, she will never be found again.

There have never been two identical leaves in this world, and so are people.

This world is really too big. If you don't hold the hand of the person next to you tightly and let go, the two of you will soon be separated in the crowd. If you lose it, you will never find it again.

Huo Yan suddenly felt a little pain in his heart.

It wasn't the illusory pain in the dream, but the real pain coming from his heart.

Extraordinarily vivid, unusually real.

The driver saw in the mirror that Huo Yan, who was in his sleep, frowned tightly, and for some reason, his hand suddenly pressed on the position of his heart.

It was not a particularly sharp pain.

Like a thorn in the palm of your hand.

At first, there was only a tingling sensation, which was very slight and didn't make people take it seriously.

So easily ignored the thorn that went in.

Then, over time, the thorn went deeper and deeper and began to fester in the wound.

The pain became more and more painful, the nerves were pulled one after another, pus flowed out of the wound, and along with the flow of blood, it spread all over the limbs, and it hurt even to inadvertently pull the hair.

That kind of pain is the real pain, the pain is so painful that people can't even cry out, and the long torture makes people feel miserable.

Huo Yan clearly knew in his consciousness that this was just a dream.

But emotionally, he was involuntarily confused by this dream, and stepped into the edge of the abyss step by step.

He struggled to wake up, but his consciousness was out of his control, and he shuttled through the crowd, eager to find Lu Qiao's figure.

It's just that not everyone has the luck to find it again.

He searched for a long time, but couldn't find Lu Qiao.

His mood became more and more anxious, and the wound caused by that thorn was now becoming more and more painful, tormenting his body and soul.

This is not her, and that is not her.

People came and went in various shapes, but there was no one he wanted to see.

The world used to be so small that you could be seen just by looking up.

But the world is so big, and in the blink of an eye, you will never be found again.

At the end of the dream, Huo Yan no longer remembered who received the news of Lu Qiao's death.

He stood in the airport, and the hurried pedestrians disappeared one by one.

In the huge airport, he was the only one left in the end.

He was holding a photo. In the photo, Lu Qiao still looked bright with a bright smile. There were many stars hidden in his eyes, and there was light in his eyes.

But after all, it's just a photo.

No matter how lively and beautiful the smile is, what you reach out and touch is just a cold photo.