On the wedding day, he was taken away by his scumbag ex

Shu Yicheng had to refute reflexively.

The surname Huo deceived and insulted him. The day before the wedding, he held hands with the "adulter" and sent him invitations. In the end, he had an accident and almost died. He is still in poor health.

What is there to love about such a deranged man?

The word "don't love" is like a bone stuck in my throat, I can't spit it out, and it hurts to swallow.

Shu Yicheng's eyelids were completely flattened, and his head drooped heavily: "I don't know."

Ever since he knew Huo Qing, he thought about taking revenge all the time, thinking about torturing him in all aspects from body to mind, even if he hurt himself by eight hundred, Huo Qing would have to pay one thousand.

Yao Wei was so angry that he wanted to beat him up: "You..."

"He... treats me like this, I can't let him go. Several times, I almost strangle him to death." Shu Yicheng said frightening words in a repressed and calm tone, "But every time I..."

Can't do it.

Yao Wei raised his fist and punched him in the face.

Shu Yicheng didn't seem to realize it—or he didn't care, he still lowered his head, waiting for the iron fist of this "dependant" brother to come down.

He hated Huo Qing for being cruel and vicious, and he also hated himself.

The person who harbors resentment and resentment like this, who wants to torture his life would be better than death and can't do it. He is in the mood of entanglement, hesitation, and self-doubt all the time, and it is no better than physical pain.

If fists can wake him up, he would rather have Yao Wei punch more.

The fist finally stopped a few centimeters away from Shu Yicheng's face.

Yao Wei tightened his fists patiently, took a deep breath, and told the driver: "Go directly to the airport."

Shu Yicheng buried his head deeper.

The car sped past, drawing a sharp black line in the night.

Huo Qing meets friends at a hot pot restaurant.

Winter is the season of hot pot blooming. In the vast land, everyone loves the hot air overflowing from a pot, and Huo Qing is no exception, but he really doesn't have much appetite today.

The friend asked strangely: "What's wrong? The stuff doesn't work?" The hot pot restaurant was opened by a friend and others. It opened not long ago, so I asked Huo Qing to come over and ask him to look at it and give some advice.

Huo Qing shook his head, and rolled a piece of snowflake fat cow in the sesame oil dish: "I ate too much before."

"Hey, I just flew back from Chongqing in the afternoon. After eating hot pot for a few days, my mouth was numb, and I forgot the time." My friend was eating in full swing. It’s been more than a year, and I don’t know how it works.”

This friend also has a lot of money, and he is the youngest in the family. He has been loved and loved since he was a child. He has what he wants and what he wants to do. He has been working hard to make money by himself since he was in college. With such a family as the backing, naturally he will get twice the result with half the effort. But this friend has never been involved in real estate, finance, or the popular Internet, but only focuses on catering.

Chinese cuisine is broad and profound. According to this friend, there are not as many schools in martial arts novels combined as there are Chinese cuisine genres. As long as you are determined to delve into it, you will definitely be able to achieve something.

After several years of graduation, Huo Qing watched him investigate and study everywhere. He could fly thousands of miles to find out whether a dish was authentic or not. He could also work day and night with the chef to study new dishes. Even the simplest egg fried rice, he could tell the truth. All kinds of doorways.

Up to now, the number of restaurants under the name of friends is close to three digits, and as they become familiar with it, the growth rate is even more gratifying.

He said that his next goal is to let his Chinese restaurant go abroad and go to the world.

These words are a bit of a joke of lofty ambitions, but regardless of whether he can actually achieve it in the end, he has always followed his ideals and moved forward step by step.

Huo Qing was suddenly extremely envious.

In the past, he was elated because Xiaoqiu found a matching cornea, and he was also moved by the special products sent by the family he helped. He felt that a little help from himself could help others live better, and it was also a blessing.

He used to have ideals like this, trying to live a more meaningful life within his ability.

But since the accident, he seems to have lost all passion, indulged in his own love and hatred every day, and even his own life is messed up, let alone doing more.

Although no one would be harsh on him, Huo Qing, who suddenly realized this, still felt an indescribable vicissitudes.

He always thought that it was his amnesia that made him lose the joy of life, and he was so muddled until now, but how could he know that it was not because of his muddling that caused his current lifelessness?

The friend talked on and on for a long time, and found that Huo Qing was in a daze, so he tapped the glass in dissatisfaction: "Did you hear me? What are you thinking?"

Huo Qing came back to his senses: "Are you tired from running around like this?"

"Tired!" My friend immediately complained, "Do you know how much competition there is now? As far as the cafeteria I opened before, there are at least ten similar ones in our city, and each of them puts all their efforts into promoting it. No matter what you do, as long as you can make money, people will follow suit immediately.”

Complaining on the mouth, but smiling in the eyes, it is clearly a sweet burden, "Of course, the turnover of my restaurant has not been affected much, Lao Huo, do you know that most people open restaurants with enthusiasm, watching others make money , I am also envious, so I follow along, but they don’t do research, and they don’t think about why people make money, so it’s strange if they can make money.”

The two chatted, and Huo Qing unknowingly ate too much, his stomach and appetite were satisfied, and his sluggish and chaotic mood relaxed a lot.

It started to snow outside, the road was slippery, and they were all drunk, and a friend had a house nearby, so Huo Qing was asked to stay nearby for the night, saving him the trouble of going back and forth.

When the elevator went up, the conversation among friends became lively again: "This house belongs to my old man. It's been a few years. I don't like it very much. I want to renovate it—by the way, what designer are you looking for for that house? Please introduce it to me." , that's really good!"

Huo Qing thought he was talking about the set he lived in everyday, so he replied: "Bring your own."

"Impossible!" My friend blocked the elevator door and signaled Huo Qing to go out first, "Your new house is said to be used for marriage, hehe, the carvings on the door of that house are very beautiful, and they are said to be custom-made..."

My friends made gestures, and I wish I could copy them on the spot.

He received Huo Qing's wedding invitation, and he also got news that the wedding was canceled temporarily, but he had never met Huo Qing's boyfriend, and he didn't know that Huo Qing had lost his memory.

Huo Qing had no impression of that house, so he kept quiet and listened quietly.

When I heard the word "Diaohua", a certain image flashed in my mind, and then, with a buzzing sound, my footsteps became heavy.

The carved flowers are in full bloom on the door, so lifelike that you can smell the fragrance.

It should look like a crabapple.

The friend still described it with great interest: "I've been to that house, and you showed me the blueprints. I thought the design was good at the time. The tall floor-to-ceiling windows are very beautiful. I said it was designed by your boyfriend..."

"I designed it, does it look good?"

"nice."

"This floor-to-ceiling window has sunshine all day long. In winter, you can lie here and bask in the sun. This chair is also your favorite. And these, do you like it?"

"Of course, hard work."

"It's nothing hard, we'll live here for the rest of our lives, as long as you like it."

Huo Qing's face turned pale, and his pupils dilated.

The screen in front of him suddenly turned black and turned into a corridor.

He stood in front of the door at the end of the corridor, raised his hand, and was about to ring the doorbell, when he suddenly found that the door was ajar.

He laughed, touched the crabapple flowers on the door, and gently pushed the door open.

A familiar voice came from inside.

"I finally waited until this day, how could I let him go so easily?"

How could you let him go so easily?

Let him go easily?

Let him go?

Let go...who?

Behind the door where the crabapple blossoms are in full bloom are Shu Yicheng and...who?

"Old Huo, Lao Huo, you... huh?" The friend was startled by Huo Qing's sudden huge force, and before he could react, he was dragged away, "Hey, hey, what are you doing, Lao Huo? I shoes... Fuck!"

It was very late, Huo Qing couldn't wait to call the driver, so he took a taxi directly.

Friend: "! Where are you going?"

"That house."

"??" What the hell?

Huo Qing's body felt cold, and his palms were covered with cold sweat, sticky: "The one you like."

A friend reported the address.

The driver leaves.

Huo Qing stared straight ahead, didn't move, didn't speak, and was in complete silence all the way.

The friend thought it was weird, but seeing Huo Qing's appearance, there were other people around, so he refrained from asking.

The driver is a talkative uncle, chatting enthusiastically with friends.

One carriage, two worlds.

There was a little snow on the road, and the uncle driver was careful, and it took a while to reach the destination.

Before the car stopped, Huo Qing rushed out without closing the door.

The friend was afraid of an accident, so he ran after him.

The driver hurriedly shouted: "Brother, I didn't give you any money."

"Sorry." The friend hurriedly glanced in the direction Huo Qing was leaving, and scanned the QR code to pay, "Thank you, brother."

"Where, go slowly."

Huo Qing was still caught in shock and suspicion, moving forward stiffly and firmly.

to the door.

Here, he remembered.

He has come.

Not long after he woke up from the accident.

"This was originally our wedding room. You like it, right? Of course, if you think it's not good, you can change it." Tang Shengnian's gentle words are still in your ears, but at this moment, they sounded like thunder on the ground , Huo Qing's head exploded.

The facial recognition at the door works automatically, and the door opens slowly.

The property came out and greeted very politely: "Hello, Mr. Huo, welcome back."

Huo Qing nodded slowly.

My friend rushed over, exhausted and out of breath: "You, what's the matter with you? What are you doing so fast? Hehehe, I'm exhausted... Wait for me!"

Cheerful fountains, sparkling artificial lakes, vibrant greenery in winter, and even winding forest trails are all Huo Qing's favorite appearances.

The elevator door opened, and Huo Qing suddenly said, "I want to go up alone."