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

There was no reply there, so Wen Ran called anxiously, only to find that the number was empty.

The rapid beeping sound seemed to silently mock her innocence.

Wen Ran lost his temper for the first time, and threw the phone on the ground, breaking it into pieces.

Looking at the parts splashed out of the phone, she silently clenched her hands.

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Lu Qiao turned around and left resolutely, which made Huo Yan really uneasy, and on impulse, he ran to the door of Lu's house.

The Lu family regarded him as a scourge, and they could hide even if they couldn't be provoked. No matter how much Huo Yan rang the doorbell, no one was willing to open the door for him.

In the cold autumn night, he stood at the door and waited for the whole night, but no one came...

The next morning, Lu Chi went back to school for class and told him only when he saw him at the door that Lu Qiao didn't come back last night at all, and it was all in vain to wait all night.

Lu Chi sneered at him maliciously.

Not knowing what mood he was in, Huo Yan left. On the way back, his only thought was that this was retribution.

At the beginning, Lu Qiao waited in front of Huo's house in the rain all night and no one came, but now it was him who came to understand her mood at that time.

Also waited all night, in exchange for a meal of cynicism.

Even if he felt so uncomfortable, let alone Lu Qiao, who was pregnant with a child at the time and was rejected by the Huo family, the grievance he suffered today was indeed less than one ten-thousandth of her.

Only empathy can make people understand what kind of mood the person involved is. Huo Yan caressed his heart. This is the first time for him, he really felt it and knew it clearly—he had a feeling for Lu Qiao called Distressed emotions.

But what he didn't know was that it was too late, irreversible, and irreversible. There was really too much distance between him and Lu Qiao, and there was no way to eliminate it.

Lu Qiao returned home not long after Huo Yan left. When the housekeeper mentioned this, she was taken aback for a moment, looked back at the yard, and said dully, "Oh, I see."

The old man sat aside drinking porridge, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be lost by the small favors in front of you. People's hearts are already complicated, but sooner or later you have to learn how to distinguish between true and false. .”

"Don't confuse yourself, hypnotize yourself, be sober, use reason to judge correctly."

Lu Qiao withdrew her gaze and stared down at the porridge in her bowl. The spoon stirred it gently, creating a small vortex.

"I know, grandpa, don't worry, I won't do anything ridiculous because of him again, I've woken up a long time ago."

Humans are made of flesh, no matter how thick and hard armor is, it can't stop the pain occasionally.

Being hurt again and again by Huo Yan, the pain has been too long, and the pain has been too many times. She has endured to the limit and has no strength to bear it anymore.

She suffered from pain and her memory grew, and she became sober.

The old man's complexion turned pale, "Well, I've finally grown up."

Lu Qiao smiled and said nothing.

Of course, people have to grow up, and everyone takes it for granted, but no one cares about how painful this process of growth will make her feel...

If possible, she would rather be that little girl who never grows up.

To be forever naive, never to be ignorant of the world, and to believe that the world is so beautiful.

Instead of turning into a calculation-savvy, indifferent adult who can no longer trust others...