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

Lu Chi said with emotion.

Lu Qiao blinked her eyes, feeling that her eye sockets were inexplicably sore.

Yes, what a young man.

Lu Qiao moved her lips, "I may have killed Huo Yan."

The voice is hoarse and scary.

Lu Chi was still lamenting the impermanence of the world, and he was really shocked when he heard Lu Qiao say such a sentence out of the blue.

"Sister, what did you say?"

"Huo Yan may have been killed by me."

Because of the time difference, Jincheng was still in the daytime, but he was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat.

Lu Chi covered his phone, and in his office, he looked nervously to the left and right, confirmed that no one was there, and then lowered his voice.

"Sister, you can't talk nonsense. What's going on? I heard people say that Huo Yan disappeared at the airport, and then died in an accident. Why did you kill him?" of?"

Lu Qiao told Lu Chi about the matter.

Lu Chi was completely relieved after hearing this, patted his chest, and said that Lu Qiao almost scared him to death.

"It has nothing to do with you, okay? He decided to come to see you, and you didn't force him to come. His legs are on his body. He can go wherever he wants, and you can't stop him." ..."

Lu Chi was protecting his shortcomings, but his words were not without reason.

"Where is he going, can you control him? You can't."

"Besides, you didn't cause his disappearance. Why do you think you killed him?"

Lu Chi didn't understand Lu Qiao's thoughts at all. His only explanation for her thoughts was, "Sister, do you still have unrequited love for Huo Yan?"

Before Lu Qiao could speak, Lu Chi sighed again, and answered for Lu Qiao himself, "You are good at everything, but you are too stubborn. You are obsessed with everything. You are the same with things and people. .”

"You almost smashed the south wall, why are you still refusing to turn back?"

"Huo Yan is dead now, you should stop thinking about him as soon as possible, or you will only be the one who will be harmed."

Before Lu Qiao could defend herself, Lu Chi had already labeled her as "infatuated for many years, never changing her nature".

Lu Qiao didn't have the energy to argue with him about this right now, and he gave him a headache, so he hung up the phone immediately.

The whole world fell silent.

Quiet seems to have been abandoned by the whole world.

Lu Qiao curled up, lying on the cold floor, pressing his heart hard, as if he wanted to use this force to fill his heart, but it was still in vain.

My heart is really empty.

It was empty as if the entire heart had been hollowed out by someone, and any movement could make a huge sound there.

It was very noisy, making Lu Qiao feel uneasy.

Lu Qiao looked at the mess around her, the bedroom door was open, and there was a party upstairs again.

Young people are always so energetic, inexhaustible energy, love to be lively, wanton and relaxed.

Which song was played again, she listened to the female voice singing "Everything is over..." hoarsely in the rhythmic music, and gradually sank into a dream.

Even if it is spring, if you lie on the floor overnight, you will inevitably catch a cold the next day, not to mention that Lu Qiao has such a delicate body, weak and sick. Speak up.

Feeling dizzy, if it weren't for the strong desire to survive, she might have burned to death in the apartment.

This cold exhausted all of Lu Qiao's remaining energy, and she didn't even bother to move her fingers.

People are the most vulnerable when they are sick, and Lu Qiao misses Jincheng very much.

A foreign country, loneliness and grievances are infinitely magnified at this time.

Facing the seemingly empty apartment, she felt uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart.

Plus Huo Yan's matter.

It was as if her heart was being tormented on fire.

She wants to go back now.

I really want to go back.

The severe cold tormented Lu Qiao for nearly half a month, good and bad, tossing her for a long time before giving up.

After recovering from her illness, Lu Qiao's desire to go home remained undiminished, and with the news of Huo Yan from Jincheng, it was not very good. She felt that she had been out for too long, and it was time to go back.

My hands are still trembling now, and I can't draw anything when I pick up the brush.

But when there are other things that make her more uneasy, the fact that she can no longer draw seems to make her feel less broken.

She didn't want to experience the lonely feeling of being alone in an empty room when she was sick again, which was really uncomfortable.

She explained the reason to Ms. Lin Jia and was leaving Country L to go back.

Lin Jia felt that it was a pity.

Lu Qiao's talent in this area is unquestionable. She is very suitable for learning painting. Teacher Su recommended Lu Qiao to come here. Ms. Lin Jia was actually not very happy at first, but it was not good to directly embarrass her friends , so it was accepted.

But after teaching Lu Qiao for so long, she really couldn't bear to let this good seed wither.

But Lu Qiao has made up her mind, and she can't force him to stay, so she can only sigh and say it's a pity.

Lu Qiao smiled, but said nothing.

Is it a pity?
It's a pity.

She really likes painting, and she cherishes this opportunity very much.

But maybe it is destined to have no fate with painting.

Lu Qiao has regrets.

She came with expectations, and when she came, she was full of sincerity to art.

She thought it was a good chance to recapture her dream.

But I didn't expect her to leave like this in the end.

It's really a pity.

However, she couldn't hold a paintbrush, couldn't paint, and a piece of her heart was gouged out, and she suddenly wasn't so strong.

She couldn't hold it anymore and wanted to go back to heal her injuries.

L country is not far from Hua country, but after Lu Qiao returned to Jincheng, it still felt like a long time ago.

Back home, Zhuang Lanshan looked at her and shed tears, saying that Lu Qiao was suffering outside.

Lu Qiao comforted Zhuang Lanshan for a long time before making Zhuang Lanshan feel better.

She really didn't let herself suffer any grievances outside, it's just that her health is too poor, and that bad cold tormented her too hard, and now she is still preoccupied, and she loses weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, her complexion It's also pale, and looks really miserable.

Zhuang Lanshan was still worried about her and insisted on taking her to the hospital for an examination.

Lu Qiao felt that there was nothing wrong with her body, but in order to reassure Lafayette, she nodded and went to the hospital with Zhuang Lanshan.

He hasn't had a good rest these days, and with the long-distance flight, Lu Qiao got motion sickness on the way to the hospital by car.

Feeling dizzy, my stomach churned and I wanted to vomit.

When I got to the hospital and got out of the car, even my footsteps were trembling.

Zhuang Lanshan supported Lu Qiao, babbling with distress and worry that she didn't care about her body outside.

"If I had known that you would torture your body like this, no matter what the reason is, I would not have let you go abroad."

Zhuang Lanshan cared about her.

However, Lu Qiao's heart ached sharply because of her unintentional words.

Yes, why were you so persistent in going abroad?

Even if you want to go abroad, why do you have to say such a thing to the housekeeper in the villa?

If he hadn't said such a word, Huo Yan wouldn't have gone to Country L, and probably wouldn't have disappeared.

Regarding the matter of Huo Yan's disappearance, Lu Qiao always had a lump in her heart.

She has a stubborn personality, and she is easy to get into a dead end. Yi Zhi vented all his dissatisfaction on her, and the sharp questioning also planted the seeds of guilt in her heart.

She also felt that it was her own fault.

Without saying a word, she followed Zhuang Lanshan into the hospital.

Before reaching the outpatient building, a figure suddenly jumped out from nowhere, rushed to Lu Qiao, and slapped Lu Qiao hard.

Caught off guard, Lu Qiao's face was missed, and a red slap mark appeared on his already pale face.

"Lu Qiao, you scourge, scourge! The scourge that killed my son!"

Having never been slapped in the street before, Lu Qiao was in a daze and didn't react at all.

"My son is only 30 years old, he is still so young, but you killed him! How can you be so cruel?"

Si Yun'an, who has always paid attention to her image, now looks particularly haggard.

No matter how good her temperament is, she can't hide the hatred in her eyes.

"The Huo family has done a lot of things that are sorry to your Lu family, but I did all those bad things. If you are dissatisfied, you can come directly to me. I will follow up with any tricks, but why do you want to settle all the blame? On to my son!"

"Huo Yan has done his best to you, why do you want to hurt him so much?"

There was a fishbone stuck in my throat, and I couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

The lump in her throat prevented her from even uttering a word.

Lu Qiao still had his head turned away, motionless, as if he wanted to maintain this posture, standing on the ground for eternity.

Either she has a guilty conscience, or she doesn't have the strength to argue with others.

The buzzing around her ears was full of noise, which made her feel like she was in a mess.

Zhuang Lanshan was so angry that she would have had a direct fight with Si Yun'an if she hadn't supported Lu Qiao.

"What are you doing? Your son has an accident. What does it matter to my daughter? Why do you beat her?"

"She killed my son!"

"Life is a matter of life and death. That is your son's life. Qiao Qiao didn't harm him, and secondly, he didn't hurt him. What does his death have to do with Qiao Qiao!"

The two people who usually care about face-saving, quarreled loudly when there were people coming and going.

Passers-by passed by, their eyes fell on the two of them intentionally or unintentionally.

Lu Qiao stopped Zhuang Lanshan who was about to rush forward to fight with Si Yun'an, "Mom, forget it, stop arguing."

The voice is too soft.

Zhuang Lanshan almost didn't hear it.

"Why don't you make noise? You've grown up so much, I've never laid hands on you. What kind of thing is she, Si Yun'an, that dares to hit you?"