On the way back to Han's house.

Han Jingqiu sat in the co pilot's seat, sobbing and wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with a paper towel. Her pear blossom with rain made people pity.

The premise is - without the red and swollen spots on her face.

After getting on the bus, Huo Zhongxiao didn't say a word and let his wife complain endlessly.

"She must have meant it. How could she have such a bad child? I'm her little aunt. She hurt me so much."

"She's only a teenager..."

"Sure enough, like mother, like daughter. Her mother is a madman. She is a little madman. Sooner or later, she will be put in a neuropathy hospital!"

Han Jingqiu thought of her ugly face and became more and more excited: "she also instigated the nanny to buy durian and said it was my favorite. When did I eat that smelly thing? It's all right to stay in Vancouver. What to do when you come back, you must make the family jump."

Huo Zhongxiao frowned, his eyes a little impatient, and suddenly interrupted her: "you also said she was just a teenager. Why bother with her so much?"

"Am I going to argue with her?"

Finally, her tears fell down again. She choked: "now it is clear that she wants to hurt me. If she is allergic, she will be disfigured. If it is serious, she will suffocate and die."

Huo Zhongxiao glanced at her delicate appearance, held the steering wheel with slender fingers and didn't continue to talk.

At night, the red sports car was driving on the open road.

Han Jingqiu stopped crying and turned to look at the man driving next to her. To tell the truth, Huo Zhongxiao came back last night, which surprised her.

Looking at the angular side face, strong facial features, tight thin lips, high fly's nose and deep eyebrows, when he doesn't speak and looks at you, she shows the charm of blushing and heartbeat. That's why she was fascinated by him after she glanced at him.

Moreover, Huo Zhongxiao satisfied all her vanity as a woman.

Every time he came back from work and answered her phone to wait for her at the music center, the female compatriots in the orchestra would be jealous and gnash their teeth.

Han Jingqiu, the wife of this man, has him completely and legally.

"Husband, are you angry?" Han Jingqiu asked tentatively.

"...." Huo Zhongxiao didn't answer immediately. After a while, he began to speak in an ordinary tone: "No."

Han Jingqiu breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the drugstore on the street, she hurriedly asked Huo Zhongxiao to stop: "husband, wait for me, I'll go shopping."

Huo Zhongxiao just stopped the car on the side of the road. Han Jingqiu couldn't wait to open the door and trot into the drugstore.

……

Looking at her joyful figure disappearing behind the drugstore door, Huo Zhongxiao took back his eyes and looked at the dark sky.

Han Jingqiu is now the conductor of a concert troupe. She is elegant, beautiful, intellectual and has a good family background. She is a golden lady who lives in honor.

They have been married for four years. It's not love, but they respect each other like guests.

Because of the particularity of his work, he can't accompany her all the year round. Therefore, in addition to his marital responsibility, he has a sense of guilt.

Huo Zhongxiao leaned against his seat and lit another cigarette.

Five years ago, Han Jingqiu, 22, had an accident at the Huo family, fell down the stairs and hurt her right hand. Although she sought medical treatment in many ways and even went abroad for treatment, she recovered just like ordinary people, but she couldn't continue playing the cello. She had to rely on her relationship to let her enter / enter a music center as a conductor.

He just finished a task when he received a call from his mother.

Mrs. Huo told him that the third miss of the Han family had committed suicide by cutting her wrists at home a few days ago.

His father asked his mother to bring him a word and let him do it by himself.

The next day, he received a call from Han Jingqiu in the guard room. There was no conversation, only hysterical crying.

Later, she said hoarsely, brother Zhongxiao, I can't play the cello anymore. What should I do?

After a month, he asked for home leave and went to city B. many things became logical. Six months later, they got married by pulling the certificate.

There was no love process like glue, but Han Jingqiu's understanding and consideration moved him. Because of his work, he had few opportunities to contact the opposite sex, not to mention his close female friends. Marrying Han Jingqiu was not a bad decision in his opinion at that time.

However, people's hearts have always been an evil thing.

……

"Husband, what are you thinking, so distracted?" Han Jingqiu's sweet voice sounded in the car.

Huo Zhongxiao turned his head. She had come back. She was lowering her head and pounding the handbag. She was still cold. He asked, "what did you buy?"

"Guess ~" she winked at him mysteriously.

"Fasten your seat belt."

He didn't follow her topic, put into gear and restart the car.

"It's really boring..." Han Jingqiu muttered, then bent her lips and leaned over: "why don't I tell you?"

A smell of lilies came to my face.

Huo Zhong Xiao frowned, he did not like to smell the smell, but could not be too strict with a love woman without perfume.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Jingqiu put her hand on his shoulder and felt his strong muscles in the palm of her hand. Thinking of the family planning products she bought in the drugstore, she was a little distracted and wanted to go home immediately. She was close to Huo Zhongxiao again, slightly opened her red lips and exhaled like LAN: "husband..."

A mobile phone vibration interrupted her.

Huo Zhongxiao took the mobile phone on the meter, opened Han Jingqiu's hand without trace, and answered the phone: "what's the matter?"

Han Jingqiu left the corners of her lips and leaned back to her seat, sinking her face all the way.

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