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

dead.

For some reason, this word sounded extremely harsh, and Huo Yan couldn't help feeling violent in his heart.

"Lu Qiao is fine, she is not dead, she is just missing now, and her whereabouts have not been found yet."

Huo Yan had never spoken to her in that stern voice, and Wen Ran was frightened for a moment.

"Ayan, I..."

"Sorry, I'm a little tired recently, so my tone is a bit bad."

Her lips were almost bleeding, she tried her best to suppress her emotions, and said softly: "It's okay, I'm the one who disturbed you, go get busy, we'll talk about these things when we're free."

Huo Yan said in a deep voice, "Okay."

When had Huo Yan spoken to her in such a cold manner, Wen Ran's eyes were red, "Don't work too hard, remember to rest, don't be too tired, or I will worry."

Huo Yan's answer was still "OK."

At the end of the call, Wen Ran closed her eyes, and a bright glimmer of water slipped from the corners of her eyes.

After all, Huo Yan has changed, ever since Lu Qiao reappeared in his life.

Hugging her knees tightly, Wen Ran couldn't control the panic in her heart.

If this goes on, is it possible that she will lose Huo Yan forever?
She couldn't compare to Lu Qiao in anything, and now that she was going to die, couldn't she be even more incompetent.

The living can still compete, but what about the dead?
Living in memories, as long as Huo Yan still has some feelings for her, he will beautify her infinitely in memory, the bad ones will gradually fade away, but the good ones will be more and more beautified in memory... No matter how perfect a person is , it is impossible to beat the person who lives in the memory.

She doesn't want to lose Huo Yan, she must not lose her, he is more important than life to her, and he cannot be lost.

She had to do something to keep him, yes, she had to do something...

Huo Yan has been having nightmares recently, dreaming of Lu Qiao's various ways of death, the death is miserable, and he died with regret.

Every time, I woke up suddenly from the nightmare, sweating profusely, and it took a long time before I was able to recover.

The person I hated to see before was extremely eager to see her again, knowing that she was safe and sound.

Waking up in the middle of the night, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, Huo Yan sat up from the bed.

I glanced at my watch, it was 02:30 in the morning.

Rubbing his temples vigorously, Huo Yan went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed into a clean pajamas again, couldn't fall asleep, poured himself a glass of wine, and simply stood by the window to watch the night view.

The night is thick, the weather has been bad these days, dark clouds have blocked the moonlight, and there are no stars, it is so dark that people feel panic.

The lights of thousands of houses are the stars on the ground.

He looked in the direction of the Lu family, dazed.

The cold wine fell into the throat, and after the cold, there was a burning sensation.

There is a strong smell of alcohol in the breath.

Suddenly, he seemed to see Lu Qiao.

Still covered in blood, standing in the vast deep sea, she was so thin that a gust of wind could blow her away.

Her face was covered in blood, and she could hardly see her face clearly, but she was still smiling, just like the expression she had when she held his hand and plunged the knife into her body inch by inch that day.

The tone was delicate and soft, as if she was being coquettish, but she said the cruelest words to him, "Huo Yan, goodbye, never see you again."

Huo Yan woke up suddenly, there was no bloody Lu Qiao on the window, only his unshaved face was reflected.

"Lu Qiao."

Muttering in a low voice, a drop of water suddenly fell on the window.