he is intoxicated

Nan Hua was dizzy after changing the picture all night. She didn't understand what Huo Beiyao meant by "touched by dirty things", and she didn't want to understand.

She raised the back of her hand and wiped her lips that were red from his kiss.

Being kissed forcibly at every turn made her very angry.

"Snapped!"

She raised her palm and slapped Huo Beiyao neatly.

"Remember this feeling, kiss me again next time, kiss me once!" She raised her slender neck with a cold face.

Huo Beiyao touched his cheek, feeling that the blow was too light and it didn't hurt at all.

He grabbed her wrist and hit him in the face, "Come on, hit hard, hit hard!"

Nan Hua pulled back her hand vigorously, rubbed her numb palm, and looked at him as if she was insane, "Go, I should go back to sleep, and I have to get up early tomorrow morning to go to the set."

Huo Beiyao didn't expect her reaction to be so flat, and felt a little disappointed.

She doesn't care about herself.

Not caring at all.

I don't even eat vinegar.

After thinking about it, is it because I didn't express myself clearly enough that she didn't understand?

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her, "There was a woman who climbed into my bed while I was drunk and fell asleep. I was touched by dirty things, and it was not clean. Are you not angry at all?"

This time Nanhua understood.

The diaphragm responds like a snake crawling up the calf.

The pores all over the body are densely packed with millet grains.

She was sick with nausea.

1 minute later.

She hooked her lips and sneered, and asked angrily, "Have you ever been clean?"

Huo Beiyao choked.

In a few seconds.

He said: "When I was sober, I was clean. This time I was drunk, and that time I was drunk with Lin Yanyan. I drank too much that time with Lin Yanyan and I can't remember clearly. This time I remember clearly , that woman didn't succeed, and I kicked her out of bed."

After saying that, he regretted it.

Alcohol does paralyze the brain.

How can this kind of thing be said to the outside world, it should be kept secret.

He shouldn't have been drinking and came to see her in the middle of the night.

But if he didn't see her and didn't apologize to her, he felt guilty, guilty, blamed himself, and felt sorry for her.

Nanhua was instantly stung by what happened between him and Lin Yanyan, and her stomach convulsed with nausea.

There was a burst of anger in her chest, but she was too tired, and she wanted to rush out with anger but she didn't have enough strength, which made her chest hurt.

"Have you finished?" She asked coldly with a pale face.

Huo Beiyao lowered his eyes and looked at her drunkenly, looking very seriously, as if he wanted to see her true thoughts from her face.

"Are you angry? Jealous? You actually care about me, right?" He smiled, reached out to touch her face, and said softly, "You love me, don't you?"

After speaking, he regretted it again.

He, Huo Beiyao, had never asked a woman if he loved him so humblely?

Alcohol is really not a good thing, it makes him a different person from when he was sober.

Nan Hua raised her hand and knocked his hand away, "You're thinking too much. I'm angry because I was disturbed by you in the middle of the night. I'm very tired and sleepy now, and I just want to go to sleep."

Huo Beiyao's eyes showed a hint of disappointment, "Do you really not love me at all?"

Nan Hua smelled the strong smell of alcohol on his body, and thought to herself, when this man was drunk, why did he look like he was possessed by the hero Qiong Yao?

Chase her and ask, do you love him?

Does he deserve the word "love"?

Once, she loved him with all her heart, heart and soul, but what did she get in return?

Now she doesn't love him anymore, but he sticks to him like a dog's skin plaster, which cannot be beaten or scolded.

How cheap.

Nan Hua turned her back and said coolly, "If you're too energetic and really can't sleep, go and stay in front of your dead wife's grave. It's cool there. I'm sleepy, and I have to go to work tomorrow."

She opened the door and walked in.

Lock the door behind you.

Leaning her back against the door, she covered her mouth and closed her eyes, trying to suppress the sourness, anger and long-lost humiliation in her heart.

Slowly sliding down, she sat wearily on the cold floor.

I feel bad, but I can't cry.

Outside.

Huo Beiyao stared fixedly at the cold door.

10 minute later.

He turned around.

boarding.

Went to Nanhua's cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

Staring at the young and handsome face on the tombstone, he stood until dawn with a piercing heart.

Early in the morning.

Nan Hua came to the set and turned on the laptop as usual.

The mailbox indicates that there is a new email.

Nan Hua logged into her mailbox and opened it.

It's a photo.

Nan Hua thought it was a show photo sent by the company's headquarters, so she opened it casually.

His eyes hardened, and his scalp began to tingle.

It's a bed photo!

Huo Beiyao's bed photo with a woman!

The woman didn't show her face, only half of her chin was exposed, her hair was lazy and messy, her chin was too pointed, her shoulders were bare, her figure was bumpy and flirtatious.

There is a small tattoo on the collarbone, which is a black spider.

Huo Beiyao's facial features were photographed clearly, and his eyes were closed.

Thinking of what he said last night, Nanhua's heart shuddered violently, as if someone had stuffed a huge tortoise into her mouth.

The disgusting feeling went down the stomach, seeped into the blood, and kept seeping into the flesh.

She closed her eyes slowly.

I can't tell what it feels like.

Pain, pain to numbness.

She was sad, very sad.

Six years ago, because of this similar bed photo, she was ridiculed by Huo Beiyao, who was violent, cheated, didn't love, and took revenge.

Shengsheng was tortured by him for more than 1000 days and nights, more than 1000 days and nights, killing people is nothing more than nodding.

Feng Shui turns.

Now he is also mixed with similar bed photos.

What an irony.

Nan Hua forwarded the photo directly to Huo Beiyao's mailbox.

After posting, she realized later that after so many years, she still clearly remembered his private mailbox.

She shook herself.

The top of the Huo Group.

Large meeting room.

The company's quarterly economic activity analysis meeting is being held, attended by the heads of various departments.

Huo Beiyao, the president, presided over the meeting.

This kind of thing is usually presided over by the general manager or the manager of the financial department, but he likes to do it himself.

Finance is the lifeblood and soul of the company, and he likes the feeling of being in firm control of everything.

On the projection screen was the last quarter's financial statements. Huo Beiyao's voice was deep and magnetic, and he talked about everything in a professional and powerful way.

After speaking, he picked up the glass and took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

When I lowered my head, I saw the mailbox notification on the task bar in the lower right corner light up.

Thinking it was a work email, he didn't read it carefully, picked up the mouse, and clicked on it.

It's a photo.

He was lying on the big bed in the hotel with his eyes closed, and there was a picture of a woman with her shoulders bare, posing in his arms.

Very ambiguous, very sexy, people imagination.

There were still subtle discussions in the conference room, but suddenly it became silent.

Everyone was staring at the photo on the projection screen, to be exact, the bed photo, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

Because the male protagonist in the bed photo is their immediate boss, the person who decides the lifeline of the entire company.

Xiao Wen turned pale with shock, and hurried over, wanting to remind Huo Beiyao.

Huo Beiyao had already sensed it. He tapped the mouse with his finger and clicked to close.

But it was too late.

Everyone in the meeting room clearly saw the pornographic photos of him and a woman.

Still in high-definition enlarged version!

No one expected that this high-ranking, well-dressed, dignified, serious, seemingly cold and ascetic man would play so flamboyantly in private!

This woman seems to be engaged in a special profession.

The president of Tangtang Listed Group actually has such a special habit!

The taste is really heavy!