Office love affairs: beautiful boss fall in love with me

Huang Xing's shock made his original fiery passion suddenly fade, retired and had no fighting spirit.

Zhao Xiaoran, who had been cold as ice, finally broke out. She sat up from bed and looked at Huang Xing angrily. Huang Xing suddenly felt that his wife, who had been as beautiful as an angel in his mind, was so ferocious at the moment. Her anger was like a raging beast, which caught Huang Xing off guard.

Perhaps he should have realized this day! He can't give her everything she wants, which is a fatal injury to the vain woman.

Zhao Xiaoran's tears gushed out of his eyes. Women's tears came so fast. Zhao Xiaoran said wrongfully: from tomorrow on, I will not your wife! I want to divorce you!

Huang Xing felt his heart trembling: why, why?

Zhao Xiaoran hummed coldly: why? Haven't you ever wondered why? I can't stand it now! I've had enough of these days! I Zhao Xiaoran put a flower on cow dung. When so many people liked me, I fell in love with you and followed you! But what kind of life did you let me live? Living in a rental house of more than ten square meters and wanting to eat a good meal and buy a beautiful dress are like Arabian Nights! Is this a human life? Do you know that I can't raise my head in front of my colleagues now. The husband of this colleague is a civil servant of the government department, the husband of that colleague is the vice president of the state-owned enterprise, and the husband of the worst colleague is the Department Manager of the company. When people ask what my husband does, I'm embarrassed to say. I really can't summon up the courage to say that my husband is... The security guard who shows people the gate! Do you know what others say about security? Three words, watchdog

Huang Xing felt hot on his face. He didn't expect that he was so humble in his wife's mind. He always thought that there would be a home if there was love. Now he suddenly realized that love without economy will not last long, and home without economy will not last long. He has always believed in the power of love, and love has indeed given him strength, making him a security captain in just six months. He thought his wife would be happy, but it was just his naive fantasy.

His wife Zhao Xiaoran is Manchu, but she is never satisfied.

Huang Xing tried to resist the tears in his eyes and didn't let them show off their weakness. He still tried to say to his wife: I'm still young, wife. I've been working hard for half a year. Now I've been the security captain. My salary can rise another 200 next month

Zhao Xiaoran laughed and looked at Huang Xing contemptuously: two hundred, a lot! Is it great to be a security captain, or a security guard, or to show people the gate! I Zhao Xiaoran was really blind. At that time, I thought you were handsome, good-looking and honest. But Huang Xing, tell me, do you have any other advantages besides being handsome? Ah... I almost forgot that you have another advantage. You have a strong sexual desire. You are no different from an estrous wolf dog at night. Really, Huang Xing, it's not that I said you. It's just that you don't have the potential to be a duck... Huang Xing, I tell you, I've had enough. I don't have the slightest happiness with you. I'm too unfortunate. I can't enjoy anything a woman should enjoy. I, Zhao Xiaoran, feel wronged. I'm really wronged. Am I ugly? Why is God so unfair to me? Why can those women who are not as beautiful as me find a rich and career man, but I Zhao Xiaoran found a vase

Huang Xing's tears finally burst out. He has always been strong and firmly believes that his efforts will not be in vain. But at this moment, he felt that all the beauty had come to naught, and the angel in his heart was just an embodiment of vanity. He can't give her everything she wants, and of course he can't really get her heart.

Hearing his wife's satire, Huang Xing's heart was as cold as ice. But he is still making the last effort to try to keep his wife: Xiaoran, you have to believe that I am still young, I will give you everything, and I will make you the happiest woman in the world.

He wanted to hold his wife and cry to let her understand his love and commitment to her. But he didn't do so. He was afraid of the cold heart and couldn't cover up the unforgettable love. It is said that marriage is the tomb of love. He doesn't know what to take to save the lost love and the marriage that is about to collapse. It came so suddenly that it made him feel like the end of the world. He could not imagine how dark his life would be without love and Xiaoran.

Zhao Xiaoran just smiled strangely, lay down, separated his legs with extreme exaggeration, and urged Huang Xing: come on, let me do my wife's duty for the last time. I still belong to you until six o'clock tomorrow morning.

Huang Xing wants to cry without tears.

Zhao Xiaoran urged again. Seeing that Huang Xing still didn't move, he was angry: Huang Xing, where's your ability? Come on. I tell you, there will be no shop after this village

Huang Xing doesn't want to listen any more, because every word of his wife is like a knife, stabbing his heart again and again. So that he suddenly cried!

How he wished that all this was just a nightmare!

But reality is often a thousand times clearer than dreams.

Zhao Xiaoran seems to have a trace of conscience. She owes her body a little and reaches out to catch the cadre under Huang Xing's crotch. It is no longer brave and shrinks into a ball. Zhao Xiaoran kneaded and sneered: do you know Huang Xing? You're not as good as it. At least it has time to keep its chest up. But you, your life has never had an erection like it

Huang Xing couldn't stand it any longer and lifted Zhao Xiaoran's hand: have you said enough?

Zhao Xiaoran snorted coldly: don't be arrogant. I, Zhao Xiaoran, have exhausted the righteousness of benevolence! If someone else had changed, it would be impossible to marry a waste like you! Don't marry a woman until you can't bring happiness to her. That will only hurt people

Huang Xing's spirit almost collapsed! He seemed to be crazy and shouted: get out, Zhao Xiaoran, get out!

Zhao Xiaoran stood up: that's what you're waiting for!

She stood straighter than usual and even twisted her waist slightly, as if she were showing off her beautiful figure. She put on her clothes in slow motion one by one, and the process of dressing was full of dissatisfaction and irony about life. For the first time, Huang Xing felt that his wife was dressed like a young lady who had just finished it. But I don't know how to pay for the failed transaction.

Yes, he thinks it's more like a transaction. The price of the transaction is equal to the grave of marriage.