Pregnant wife ran away with ball, CEO chased her to the crematorium

Han Xihua lowered her eyes lonely, "It's pretty good."

"Is it really good?" But Zhuang Chengyuan looked at it, but he was not sure. Han Xihua seemed to have something in her heart, pretending to be a lot of things that made her sad.

"Is your mother-in-law okay?"

Han Xihua nodded, "Everything is fine, but as I get older, Alzheimer's disease is getting more and more serious."

"What about your husband?"

Han Xihua was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "I haven't seen him much during this time, and he is quite busy."

"Is it because you haven't met, or because you don't want to meet him?"

"Mr. Zhuang," Han Xihua said, "Stop talking about me all the time. Let's talk about you. How are you doing lately?"

Zhuang Chengyuan looked at Han Xihua, thinking that Ruo Jin's matter had something to do with her.

But Ruo Jin himself didn't know about this, and now it felt a little uncomfortable to tell Han Xihua, so he said: "I've been doing well recently. Apart from being busy, nothing else has happened. I just think of you from time to time and can't help but What are you doing? Are you still angry with me about what happened last time?"

Han Xihua smiled faintly: "I have never been angry about that matter, so you don't have to take it to heart."

"It's good that you're not angry."

The two chatted for a long time.

As the dinner ended, the two had no intention of leaving.

It wasn't until it was already very late that Zhuang Chengyuan glanced at the time and said, "I'm sorry to have delayed you for so long."

Han Xi said: "It doesn't matter, I don't have anything else to do anyway."

"Then I'll take you home."

"It doesn't matter, I'll drive myself."

"No." Zhuang Chengyuan said seriously: "You just drank and cannot drive. You take my car and let the driver take you back."

Han Xihua thought for a while, then nodded, "Okay then."

Then, Zhuang Chengyuan took Han Xihua into the car.

Black bulletproof vehicles shuttled through the night.

Zhuang Chengyuan pressed the button to isolate the driver's seat and the rear seats.

Sitting next to Zhang Chengyuan, Han Xihua was very nervous.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Zhuang Chengyuan asked.

Han Xihua shook his head, "No."

"Would you like to go to my house and have a look? There is no one in my house, it's just me."

Han Xihua's heart was beating wildly.

Zhuang Chengyuan was clearly inviting him.

Seeing Han Xihua's hesitation, Zhuang Chengyuan said: "It doesn't matter if you don't go. I won't force you. I just feel like I live alone sometimes and want someone to accompany me. I think you should understand that better than me. The feeling of loneliness.”

He prefers a mature and experienced woman like Han Xihua to a young girl with a white face.

Young girls are good, and men also like young ones, but they always lack the charm that has accumulated over time.

The more profound men are, the less they will only pursue young women. They prefer women with stories. Just like a pot of wine, the older it is, the more flavorful it is. Every sip is a story.

Han Xihua's vision suddenly became a little blurry.

Yes, she does have a story.

Those painful bad memories and stories.

Her first love betrayed her, married another woman, took away her child, and now bullies and lures her.

And her husband betrayed her and left with another woman, abandoning her son.

Now, both men regret it and want to win her back.

It's so ridiculous.

Forget it, it's been a long time, and there's no point thinking about it now. It's impossible for her, Shen Wenyao or Chu Gaofeng to go back.