he is intoxicated

Huo Beiyao saw all this from the window, and indifferently told the bodyguard outside the door: "Go and call the doctor."

"Okay, Mr. Huo."

The bodyguard immediately turned to find the doctor.

Lu Xiao raised the corner of his lips and smiled evilly, "What a clear-cut relationship between grievances and grievances, forcing people to hit the wall, and then go to the doctor to save them. What is this called? Tigers wearing Buddhist beads, murdering monks reciting Buddhist scriptures, executioners burning incense? Tsk tsk, fake mercy."

Huo Beiyao glanced down at him, and warned coldly: "If you don't want to die, just shut up."

Lu Xiao shrugged, with an indifferent expression on his face, "I just witnessed you forcing someone to commit suicide. If I call the police, you will end up in jail, so you have to treat me better so that I don't accidentally Leak."

Huo Beiyao sneered, and looked at him mockingly, "You dare not."

Lu Xiao's peachy eyes rolled up, and he said in a dawdly way: "I'm already like this, and I'm hanging on for a while, what else is there not to dare?"

"You are afraid of death."

"Cut!" Lu Xiao rolled his eyes at him.

"Take care of yourself, and if you get closer to Nanhua, I'll crush you to death!" After saying these words, Huo Beiyao strode away.

He has more important things to do.

There's no time to waste on that kind of nasty scumbag.

Get out of the inpatient department.

It was overcast.

It started to snow, rain and snow, and the temperature was very low.

The driver drove the car to the gate and waited for him.

Huo Beiyao drove him off and drove himself.

The road was icy and the car was skidding badly.

But he didn't care about it, so he hurried to find his Nanhua.

Find his wife who has been deeply hurt by him for three whole years, and find his lover who he has liked since he was 16 years old.

He remembered that one year, the two went climbing together.

When going down the mountain, he accidentally sprained his ankle and couldn't walk. It was she who dragged him half back and half down the mountain with her thin body.

When she arrived at the hotel down the mountain, her feet were blistered with blood.

But at the time, she was afraid that he would be worried, so she gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Another time, he had a persistent high fever, medicine and injections didn't work, she was the one who took care of him all night, wiped his hands and feet with a towel to cool down, and her eyes were red from the heat.

No matter how much he persuaded her to go to sleep, she just wouldn't listen. She didn't close her eyes until he cooled down.

He has no appetite and can't eat, so she makes him sweet and sour hand-rolled noodles.

When he is in a bad mood, she will try her best to enlighten him, tell all kinds of jokes, and make him happy.

Before meeting her, he rarely smiled.

After meeting her, he often couldn't help laughing.

She made him ties, shirts, coats, and knitted sweaters for him.

He remembered that once, in order to sew a handmade cashmere coat for him, her hands were pierced like sieves by needles.

He was so distressed that he was about to break, and warned her that she would never be allowed to make clothes for him again.

But she just didn't listen, and she did it secretly, doing one thing after another.

She doesn't say too many sweet words, but keeps using stitches to express her love for him.

Such a good woman, who loves him so much, he actually hurt her so cruelly, for three years, more than 1000 days and nights.

He thought hard all the way.

The guilt in my heart was like a tsunami.

He blamed himself so much that his intestines were green with regret.

Arrive at Chengnan Apartment.

Come to the entrance of the community and park the car.

He slammed the car door shut.

He strode into the community, leaving deep and heavy footprints on the snow.

He was going to tell Nan Hua, tell her that he was wrong, very wrong.

He wronged her and wronged her.

He begged her forgiveness.

He wants to make up for her well, and spend his whole life to make up for her!

Take the elevator to her residence.

Huo Beiyao rang the doorbell.

Nan Hua came to open the door, saw him, and asked calmly, "What are you doing here?"

Looking at the slender and fair woman, looking at the wife he misses day and night, the one he loves deeply, Huo Beiyao raised the corners of his lips, trying to smile, but couldn't.

He said hoarsely, "Lin Yanyan..."

Nan Hua slammed the door shut.

At night, this man ran over and told her about Lin Yanyan!

If you want to talk, talk to that woman!

What did you come here to say, are you sick?

She was so angry that her hair was about to smoke.

Go straight back to the bedroom, sit on the bed, sulking.

Huo Beiyao stood outside the door and finished the rest of the sentence to himself: "The conspiracy of Lin Yanyan and Lu Xiao was exposed. Six years ago, I was the one who wronged you. Huahua, please forgive me? "

Unfortunately, Nanhua didn't hear a word.

Huo Beiyao rang the doorbell again, but Nan Hua pretended not to hear it.

He called her on his mobile phone, but Nanhua hung up and turned off the phone.

Huo Beiyao stood outside the door for half an hour, but he didn't wait for her to open the door.

He turned and went downstairs to wait.

Stand where she can see it from the window.

The rain and snow fell on his head and face, and the cold wind blew like a knife, but he couldn't feel the cold.

He felt he deserved it.

Not to mention rain and snow, even hail and knives should be done. This is God's punishment for him.

He stood downstairs for more than half an hour with a heartbroken heart.

She thought, if Nan Hua looked out the window and saw him like this, she would feel sorry for him and would come out to see him.

Although she has a tough mouth, she has a soft heart.

Unfortunately, Nanhua didn't look out the window at all, she coaxed Yueyue to sleep.

She told Yueyue fairy tales, one after another, more than a dozen stories in succession, half an hour passed before Yueyue fell asleep.

Pulling the quilt over her, Nanhua bent down and kissed her lightly on the forehead, and left, and Aunt Lan came to sleep with her.

She went to the bathroom to take a shower and came back to bed.

Lying on the bed, turning off the desk lamp, but unable to fall asleep, I always feel heavy in my heart, as if something happened.

She put on her clothes, got up, stood at the window and looked down.

I saw a tall and slender figure outside the window, standing where my husband used to stand, facing her direction.

From a distance, I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could feel the affection emanating from him.

Yes, sir!

Sir came to see her!

She was pleasantly surprised.

I am afraid that my husband will stand for a while and then leave like before.

She turned around and walked quickly to the closet, took out her clothes and quickly changed, found an umbrella, opened the door and ran out.

Come downstairs.

The man didn't leave, but he wasn't Mr.

It was Huo Beiyao.

The disappointment in Nanhua's heart was overwhelming.

Looking at the man with snow on his head and soaked clothes, she felt a slight pain in her heart and was very angry.

Isn't it silly to stand in the snow on such a cold day?

Looking at the thick snow around his feet, he must have stood there for an hour or two.

If she wasn't looking out, was he going to stand until dawn?

She tilted the umbrella towards him, and asked coldly, "What are you doing standing here?"

"Huahua, I was wrong." He stretched out his arms to hug her, and buried his head in the crook of her neck, "You can punish me however you want, just don't ignore me."

After hugging her for a while, he suddenly realized that his frozen face would freeze her, so he let go of her again, and smiled at her with the corners of his lips curled up.

That smile was stiff because of standing in the snow for too long.

He originally had a cold and ascetic appearance, but when he was frozen by the snow, he became even colder, his handsome and handsome face was like an ice sculpture.

"No, you're right, I was the one who was wrong." Nanhua Hanshuang said with snow, "I was wrong when I was 13 years old. I shouldn't have known you."

She said it against her will.

Before the bed photo incident, she loved him deeply, more than her own life.

"No, I was wrong. Six years ago, I misunderstood you. The bed photo was created by Lin Yanyan and Lu Xiao. I blamed you wrongly. I only found out the truth today."

Nan Hua felt nothing.

In those few years, she had said such words countless times, until her lips were calloused, but he didn't believe a single word.

She didn't want to say anything, she stuffed the umbrella into his hand, turned around and left, walking very quickly.

Huo Beiyao held an umbrella and chased after him.

He still has a thousand words to say to her, and he is reluctant to leave.

The umbrella hit her head, and he himself drenched like a snowman.

Nan Hua glanced back, and slowed down a little, waiting for him to enter the umbrella.

The two walked silently in the snow, the fine snow creaking under their feet.

Nan Hua was very sad.

She could have had a beautiful life, her love would never be shattered, and she would cling to and rely on her life like an innocent child, but this man ruined everything.

Her heart creaked like snow under her feet.

She was sad to find that she was still in love with him.

She hates her own scum.

At the door of the house, Nan Hua said coldly: "You go."

Huo Beiyao stood still, looking at her with serious eyes, "I will pick you up tomorrow morning, bring your ID card and household registration book, and we will go get the ID card."

No matter who she becomes, he wants to frame her with a marriage certificate and never let her go.

He will spend the rest of his life protecting her and atoning for his sins.

Nan Hua sneered.

late.

Who cares about belated affection?

She looked at him heartbroken for a moment, then closed the door.