he is intoxicated

Huo Beiyao's handsome face sank slightly, and after a while, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said lightly: "Marry her? She is also worthy?"

After speaking, he picked up the file at hand and began to look.

Xiao Wen didn't know his true intentions, but he was still analyzing seriously: "Miss Shen is not very favored in the Shen family, but the Shen family's family background is there, although it is not as good as the Huo family, it is considered a famous family, and it can barely match it." It's up to Mr. Huo."

Huo Beiyao lowered his eyes, looked at the wound on the back of his hand that had receded, covered it with his slender fingers, and gently stroked the wound.

half an hour.

He said slowly: "The teeth are sharp, the bitterness is bitter and the hatred is deep, and she bites people when she disagrees with her. I marry her and go home, do I think I have lived too long?"

Xiao Wen flattered the horse's leg, his nerves tensed all of a sudden, and he said more cautiously: "The most precious things in the world are 'lost' and 'unobtainable'. My wife is 'lost', but Miss Shen is not. 'I can't get it'. Mr. Huo doesn't want to marry her, but he can find a way to get her. Maybe after you get it, it won't be so rare, and you won't worry about her anymore."

Huo Beiyao frowned slightly, raised his hand suddenly, and threw the document in his hand towards his back, "You half-assed emotional liar, don't make random moves, don't hurt."

As he said this, Shen Nanhua's graceful figure appeared in his mind.

Apart from the flaws in her character, she is undoubtedly beautiful, unique and independent.

Generally, a good-looking woman is cold, or glamorous, or fragile, or stubborn, but she is cold and beautiful, fragile and stubborn, like a rose with thorns, no, more like a huge white but poisonous mandala flower.

Yes, she is toxic.

But no matter how beautiful she is, she can't replace Nanhua, and no one can replace her. No one, yes, no one can replace her in his heart.

Go back to Sinan Mansion.

Huo Beiyao changed his clothes and went to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, he wrapped himself in a towel and walked out.

He has been exercising all the year round, and his muscles are firm and powerful, with well-defined abdominal muscles. There are beautiful V-shaped mermaid lines on both sides of his abdomen, and the lines are deeply concave.

After going to the bedroom to change into pajamas, he walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of whiskey, and a bottle of beautifully packaged red wine.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey and filled a crystal goblet a third full with red wine.

He picked up the wine glass and lightly touched the glass of red wine.

The red wine glass was touched lightly by him, and the ruby-like beautiful liquid rippled slightly, just like the rippling smile lines on Nanhua's face when she smiled, it was so beautiful.

He was fascinated, and after a while, he said to the glass of red wine in a low voice, "Xiaohua, this is your favorite red wine, and it is also the best vintage. Try it, do you like it? I'll drink it with you."

With that, he put the whiskey to his lips and drank it down.

Putting down the glass, he stared at the glass of wine poured to Nanhua for a while, he smiled and sighed, if he didn't sigh, he would not be able to laugh, "Xiaohua, why don't you drink it? Do you not like it? I went to the auction in person and bought this specially for you. Have a drink, be obedient, ah."

The wine glass remained motionless.

Huo Beiyao's eyes turned cold, and suddenly he raised his hand, grabbed the glass of red wine and threw it on the ground, "You don't like it, do you? If you don't like it, just drop it."

The wine glass made a clear and crisp sound when it hit the hard floor, and the red wine spilled out, like thick blood.

The pool of blood irritated him, he stood up, waved his hand, and pushed all the bottles and cups on the table to the ground.

Expensive red wine splashed on the light-colored marble floor, a large piece of bright red and cold, exuding a strange aroma.

The sharp bright red hurt his eyes.

He leaned over, squatted down, knelt down on one knee slowly, and held up the red wine with both hands. The sharp shards of the glass bottle cut his hand, dripping with blood, but he felt no pain at all.

He feels no pain.

His mind was full of thoughts: Did she also shed so much blood when she died?

What kind of pain would she have?

Such a person who is afraid of pain has to bear this kind of heart-piercing pain.

If he hadn't gone back to force her to divorce, wouldn't she have run to see Lu Xiao in the rain all night?Without seeing Lu Xiao, she wouldn't have a car accident, let alone die.

He suddenly hated Lin Yanyan a little. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't go back and force Nanhua to divorce.

He hated Nanhua for going to see Lu Xiao, hated Lin Yanyan for forcing him to go back for a divorce, and hated himself even more for his ruthlessness and indifference to Nanhua in those years.

Six years ago, when he received a bed photo of Nan Hua and Lu Xiao, he suddenly collapsed. He was outraged and extremely humiliated. He felt betrayed and felt that the whole world was laughing at him.

He tortured her crazily, humiliated her, took revenge on her, and crazily vented his resentment and despair towards her.

He loves her so much, loves her so much, loves her with all his heart, loves with all his heart, loves with all his heart and soul, how can she betray him?How could she betray him?

Everyone can betray him, but she can't, only she can't!

In those three years, he felt that he was abnormal, he didn't believe in anything anymore, he didn't believe in anything, no matter what she said, he wouldn't believe it...

Looking back now, men and women are just such a small matter, how could they hurt themselves so deeply at that time.

The only blame is that I was too young and too impulsive at that time. If it were changed to now, not to mention the calm, at least it would not collapse like that.

But Nan Hua died, she died, she died, she didn't even give him a chance to make up for it...

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Huo Beiyao didn't lift his head, and let it ring.

He didn't get up slowly until it rang more than a dozen times, walked into the bathroom at a leisurely pace, washed his hands, and treated the wound before opening the door.

As soon as the door was opened, two bodyguards came in carrying a half-person-high gift box, and said mysteriously, "Mr. Huo, Assistant Xiao arranged for us to give you a gift, saying that you would definitely like it."

Huo Beiyao glanced at the gift box casually, but he was not interested in paying attention to it. He just said lightly, "Put it on the ground."

The two bodyguards put the gift box on the ground at the door and retreated.

The room fell silent.

Huo Beiyao picked up the glass and poured a glass of ice water, walked to the sofa and sat down, took a sip, leaned his back on the sofa, folded his long legs, his handsome face looked indifferent.

Putting down his glass, he picked up the remote control to turn on the TV, and tuned to the financial channel, which was playing an exclusive interview he had recorded not long ago.

Not long after, there was a rustling sound from the gift box.

The lid of the box opened itself from the inside, and out came a young woman.

Huo Beiyao raised his eyes slightly and glanced at her indifferently.

The woman had long hair with a black shawl, and was wearing a thin nude silk suspender skirt. The skirt was extremely short, and the hem just reached her hips. She twisted her slender waist and walked towards him slowly.

The moment he saw the woman's face clearly, Huo Beiyao's body stiffened slightly.