Wife Addiction, Don’t Run Away, Madam

"Mr. Huo early!"

"BoSS early!"

Huo Lingtian appeared in the lobby without an image, and the employees greeted him habitually.

The man was silent, his footsteps kept, his mouth pressed tightly, his messy back looked extremely embarrassed.

He didn't even dare to lift his head, his hands tightly covered his ears.

He is so scared.

Afraid to hear them whispering.

I'm afraid to hear them talk about his past.

Said he was unbearable and dirty.

It is stupid to say that he is blind and blind.

Said that he... is in the blessing and knows no blessing.

Obviously he is so close to happiness.

But he was killed.

It was here that Li Wan gave him the last confession.

That day, as it is now, every employee was watching.

Huo Lingtian's heart hurts and his footsteps are getting messy.

He couldn't hear the noise in his ears.

He saw several employees whispering not far away.

The eyes looking at him were disgusting, and the corners of the mouth he covered seemed to have an unkind smile.

They seem to be saying that he is disheveled and has no image.

The disdain and disgust in Mingming's eyes are so obvious.

When he could see his gaze, they all smiled hypocritically and flatteringly.

The slightly upward arc of the mouth is full of sarcasm.

The tone of speech was extremely sincere, with bright little stars in his eyes, "Mr. Huo, you are so handsome today."

The tone is worshipped and sought after.

In fact, Mr. Huo, the alcohol on your body is really unpleasant.

Today's appearance is ugly like a tramp under the bridge.

But they dare not and can't say.

Huo Lingtian was like a knuckle in his throat, speeding up his escape.

It wasn't until he got into the exclusive elevator that the man leaned against the inner wall of the elevator like a collapse, breathing heavily.

His legs were unstoppable, and his body slowly slid down, sitting and curled up in the corner of the elevator.

The man lowered his head, buried his entire face in his knees, with his broad palms inserted into his hair, rubbing randomly.

The narrow and cramped space is depressing and irritating.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened and closed, and Huo Lingtian remained motionless, still curled up in the corner.

Like a stray dog ​​abandoned and isolated.

Time seemed to press the pause button, and Huo Lingtian kept this position until his shoulders were sore and his legs were numb.

When the man looked up, his face was full of tears.

He felt thousands of voices in his ears, saying that he didn't know good or bad, that he was idiotic and dreaming.

Said he wanted to eat swan meat.

Said he was not worthy of Li Wan.

It will never be worthy.

forever.

The brightest red rose is worthy of the purest and most beautiful dew in the world.

Not a bad guy like him.

He sucks.

Not worthy to say love.

Countless sounds are like floods that have let off the floodgates, and the rough waves of malice almost drown the men.

Those things he deliberately avoided turned into countless sharp knives, tearing his heart torment again and again.

Huo Lingtian suddenly acted and slapped himself fiercely.

The severe pain spread to the cheek, and the small elevator room seemed to be able to hear a resounding echo.

The smell of rust in his mouth made Huo Lingtian slightly refreshed.

He rolled up his tongue, wandered around his mouth, swallowing his blood little by little.

The next second, the man vomited.

The blood of others is hot and warm.

And his blood is smelly.

There was a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, which was extremely bright red.

Huo Lingtian stretched out his hand and wiped it, but he didn't wipe it clean. A large patch of bloodshot appeared on the back of his hand, and the chin was all rubbed.

Looking at the **** color, the corner of the man's eyes was slightly raised, his face suddenly changed.

It's dirty, he wants to clean it.

He hates himself.

Huo Lingtian staggered out of the elevator, and secretary Yao Rou appeared in a professional outfit with a covered hip, twisting her waist.

Seeing the shaky tall figure of the man, her eyes lit up and she hurried forward.

The shrill and contrived voice seemed a bit harsh under the high-heeled "Da Da".

"Mr. Huo, what's wrong with you?"

"It's bleeding all the time—"

Yao Rou was worried, and climbed onto Huo Lingtian's arm.

But as soon as she touched her fingertips, she was pushed to the ground by the man, "Get out! Don't touch me!"

A terrible low growl overflowed from Huo Lingtian's throat.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, fierce and angry, and gritted his teeth to warn: "Leave me away from now on, get closer to me, get out!"

Yao Rou blinked beautiful and innocent eyes, and choked pitifully, "Huo...Huo, don't you like Rourou?"

Huo Lingtian's fists contracted, and the blue veins on his forehead violently.

He glanced indifferently and disgustedly at the sad woman on her feet.

Yao Rou clearly saw his arms trembling violently under the skirt of his clothes.

"When did I say I like you?"

Yao Rou bit her lip, her eyes drifting, "A lot of times, Mr. Huo, don't you remember?"

The girl spoke very skillfully, and her slightly elongated and upward tone was full of hints and ambiguities.

Hearing this, Huo Lingtian's palm suddenly loosened, and even his words became weak, "I don't remember."

"How come?" Yao Rou shouted in disbelief, "We obviously—"

The woman eagerly wanted to say something, but in the next second, Huo Lingtian interrupted her unceremoniously.

"Yao Rou, you're just a secretary. Do your job well. If you can't, just resign!"

After speaking, Huo Lingtian turned around and walked towards the office.

After two steps, the man stopped.

Yao Rou looked happy when she saw this.

She knew that Huo Lingtian would love her heartily, and that she would love her well.

But then, the man's cold words hit her face again and again.

"Don't show up on this floor in the future. I don't want to see you where you shouldn't be."

"I'm the secretary."

Isn't the secretary just a tool to help you make coffee, prepare lunch, and relieve your fatigue?

If you are not on this floor or in your office, how can I serve you?

"Not anymore."

In the next second, Yao Rou was chasing "Da Da" sound from behind, Huo Lingtian didn't look back, speeding up his pace.

Two bodyguards appeared at the right time and took away the reluctant beautiful woman.

Huo Lingtian didn't feel better until he ran back to the office.

"Tuk-tuk!" A knock on the door sounded.

Huo Lingtian didn't even think about it, and yelled: "Get out!"

"BOSS, it's me." Shen Ting's voice was more cautious.

Huo Lingtian panted slightly, not looking at a panic, opened the door and dragged Shen Ting in.

Before he could stand still, Huo Lingtian's hoarse command voice came in his ears: "Go and prepare me a new set of clothes."

The next second, the man threw Shen Ting out again.

Accompanied by a loud slamming of the door, the cautious Shen Ting turned into a bewildered Shen Ting.

"..." Huo, how are you doing?

Huo Lingtian rushed into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and the icy cold water poured down his head.

The man kept washing, rubbing every inch of his skin fiercely.

It will be cleaned.

It can be washed clean.

Li night, you are waiting for me.