Bringing the Nation’s Husband Home

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It should have been cleaned by the people of the Qiao family. The trash bins were filled with various gift boxes, empty wine bottles and melon fruit shells. In those trashes, his eyes were pointed sharply at one place, a bunch of flowers And a black swan cake that hasn’t been opened, probably it was thrown out. Through the transparent part of the cake packaging, you can see the cake inside, which has been deformed by the fall, and the flowers that were still glamorous when he received it in the morning. The petals were scattered all over the place, some flowers had been trampled, and the bronzing cards had been torn in half, thrown at random on the embarrassed flowers.

At that moment, he seemed to be acupunctured. He stood on the spot and could not move at all. The joy in his heart and the beauty of imagination were just beaten up and disappeared. Instead, he was ruthlessly faced. On the back, he threw a loud slap.

He stood there for a long time before he stepped forward, crouched down, and picked up the bunch of flowers.

Indeed, that bouquet of flowers was not valuable to Joanne, and it was not much money to him now, but to him at the time, he was paid for several episodes of a play.

After the drizzle is getting bigger, he wants to sort out the flowers, as if it were like that, he can restore his scattered heart, but it is useless, those delicate flowers are thrown too hard, trampled too bad As soon as he touched his finger, the petals fell to the ground, and in the end, only a large bunch of bare branches remained in his hands.

His fingertips shuddered for a long time before he picked up the cards that had been torn in half and put them together. The sentence he wrote, "You have your Jinnian, be well" can fall into your eyes because of the rain, oil The pen is faint.

He didn’t know how long he was squatting there. Suddenly there was a parking sound behind him, then the door was opened, footsteps sounded, and finally he stopped behind him: "Sorry, disturb under."

He calmed his emotions, stood up slowly, still holding the branch of the flower in his hand, he turned around and saw that the coming person was the housekeeper of the Xu family.

The butler didn't even wait for him to speak, so he pointed to the car behind him and said, "Come on to go somewhere with me, my wife wants to see you."

He naturally knew the wife in the mouth of the housekeeper, referring to Han Ruchu. Han Ruchu had always hated him to death, and seeing what good he could do, he stood still and did not move.

The butler was not in a hurry, and then said another sentence: "Madam said, I have something to tell you about Miss Anhao."

"Miss Anhao", these four words are like a soft underbelly. They pinched his lifeline fiercely. He lowered his eyes and got into the car.

The butler drove him and took him to a private club, but he was led to the club's monitoring room.

There is no one in the monitoring room, only Han Ruchu. She is gorgeously dressed and has an enlarged screen in the box in front of him. He recognized all the people inside with just one glance, Xu Jiamu, Qiao Anhao, Qiao Anxia, ​​Zhao Meng, There are some friends he also knows.

After the housekeeper waited for him to enter, he closed the door.

He and Han Ruchu were the only two in the monitoring room. He didn't say hello to Han Ruchu. Han Ruchu didn't mind. He smiled elegantly and arrogantly. He didn't even look at him. He just threw a sentence: "You like Joe Joe."

Her words were affirmative, without even a trace of doubt.