Han Xiaoyi's emotions were extremely unstable. Even though she had forcibly restrained her emotions, Zhao Wu's death still dealt a heavy blow to her.
She regretted, was upset, even a little disgusted with herself,
If he hadn't insisted on going out to relax, Zhao Wu would not have died at all.
Han Xiaoyi locked herself in the room, saw no one, did not speak, curled up on the bed and stared at the ceiling alone,
Her mental condition is extremely poor. If a professional psychiatrist were to analyze it, Han Xiaoyi would be on the verge of depression at this moment.
My mind is filled with negative emotions, I hate everything, I don’t want to talk or move, I can’t sleep or eat, and I even feel that living is not a happy thing.
From the day Han Zhenbei passed away, Han Xiaoyi put away her original appearance. Except for returning to her original appearance in front of Lin Ze, everyone gradually began to be afraid of the eldest lady of the Han family, the head of the Han family. This was the person she wore. The effect of putting on a mask and revealing a side she didn't want to show was also the reason why she gradually became depressed. It is very difficult and scary for a person to completely transform into another person. If you are not careful, you can easily Will go crazy,
Han Xiaoyi has always done an excellent and perfect job. From the tricky and shrewd eldest lady to the steady and cold head of the Han family, her transformation is not abrupt at all. It seems that she is born to be an excellent leader, but this is just the opinion of outsiders. , it was not her own idea. She was tired of this kind of life and hated her own transformation. She even thought about dying...
Death is both the hardest and the easiest thing. When a person is fragile and sensitive to the limit, he will usually have such thoughts.
snap,
Han Xiaoyi took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, put it to her soft lips and took a puff. It didn't enter her lungs, but she just turned it around in her mouth and spit it out.
Not all women who smoke are women with stories, but among a hundred women who smoke, there are always one or two with stories. Han Xiaoyi took two puffs quietly, just staring at the ceiling numbly, her eyes blank. god,
During those days in Yanjing, she had gradually become stronger. Everyone thought that she was on the right track and could carry the huge commercial building of the Han family. Even she herself felt that she could do it.
But in the past half month in Singapore, especially after Zhao Wu died for her, she suddenly felt like she was collapsing. Suffocation, coldness, and despair filled her body, making it unbearable for her and unable to release herself.
Ding ding ding,
The clear ringtone of her cell phone woke up Han Xiaoyi, who was deep in thought. She tilted her head slightly and weakly picked up the phone to answer the call. It was Hua Xia.
"Sister, have you seen my cousin?" Han Xiaobao's slurred voice came from the phone,
"Yeah." Han Xiaoyi's heart trembled and she asked in a panic, "He's here."
"Yes, yes." Han Xiaobao said, "I should have arrived in Singapore."
Han Xiaoyi was stunned and lost her ability to think.
Here he comes,
But he didn't come to find me because...
"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Han Xiaobao's urging came from the other side of the phone.
"It's okay, let's not talk about it for now." Han Xiaoyi quickly hung up the phone, dialed Lin Ze's number, and waited anxiously and uneasily.
Dudu,
Click, the phone you dialed has been turned off, please call again later.
Han Xiaoyi's heart, which had almost sunk to the bottom of the pond, was pinched deeply.
Something happened to him, he was ambushed, or...
Han Xiaoyi sat on the bed in panic. The cigarette in her hand had already fallen to the floor, emitting a slight burnt smell, but she turned a deaf ear and remained indifferent.
After a long time, Han Xiaoyi jumped out of bed, picked up the cigarette that had not yet burned to the end, put it in the ashtray and squandered it, then threw the box of three cigarettes on the bedside into the trash can and exhaled heavily. ,
,,,,
Wen Pojue sat comfortably on the leather sofa, holding a glass of old red wine in his left hand and a fine cigar shipped by air in his right hand. His eyes were slightly frivolous as he admired the thirty-year-old beauty beside the bed.
She is very sexy, and the deliberately messy work clothes on her body cannot hide her attractive curves. Above the high heels are black pantyhose, which turn into two slender ribbons on the thighs. Her thighs are white and plump. She showed endless amorous feelings in the slight opening and closing of her body. Her face was frosty, and she glanced at Wen Pojie like a superior queen. Only the occasional amorous feelings in the corners of her eyes revealed her true intentions.
The queen would not be like this. Xue Bailing would not show off her amorous feelings even when she is as cold as frost. This is an artistically processed performance rather than the true face of the woman in front of her.
Ke Wen Po Jue doesn't care, he likes this woman's performance, her performance can arouse Wen Po Jue's desire to the greatest extent,
The plump woman wearing revealing work clothes slowly walked towards Wen Pojue. Her plump buttocks gently sat on Wenpojue's thigh, rubbing it back and forth a few times. She leaned forward slightly, and the large scenery on her chest was immediately visible. Scarlet lips blew hot air into Wen Pojue's ear, and moaned in a charming voice: "Pojue, you have something on your mind."
The words that were completely inconsistent with the scene made Wen Poju frown slightly. He couldn't help but groaned. He put down the cigarette and wine in his hands and pulled open the woman's collar. The pair of empty white jade rabbits suddenly jumped out and were sharing the dividends. Under the bright light, it blooms with endless charm, like a poisonous peony, coquettish and alluring,
"I said, don't say this at this time." Wen Pojue slapped the pair of jade rabbits that didn't sag at all.
snap,
The two plump hemispheres collided fiercely, and the slapped left breast showed a coquettish bright red color, which was particularly attractive.
"Hey..."
The charming woman let out a gasp of ecstasy after being slapped, and half of her body fell limply on Wen Poju's chest. The pair of jade rabbits on her chest that were photographed so white and red were rubbing fiercely against the man's chest.
After a flash of anger flashed across Wen Poju's face, it returned to a coquettish flush, and his fair and elegant face looked quite strange.
brush,
Wen Poju completely tore the woman's clothes, picked her up, and violently threw her on the soft bed. As the woman moaned with satisfaction and pleasure, Wen Poju roughly entered her body, like a head. The wild beast of the ancient forest gnaws at the woman's soul like crazy,
After half an hour of excitement, a woman's gasping and a man's low growl came from the ambiguous and charming bedroom. Wen Poju buried his head on the pair of jade rabbits that he would never tire of, sucking them greedily. But the woman hugged his neck with a smile on her face and rubbed his back affectionately and skillfully.
"Bring the stuff."
After resting for about a quarter of an hour, Wen Poju slapped the woman's plump buttocks and said calmly,
The woman was stunned for a moment, then nodded coquettishly, got out of bed on her knees, and opened the hidden compartment of the wardrobe.
There is a box inside, filled with a dazzling array of tools, including almost all the props in action movies, as well as many sharp tools that even the most professional people cannot name. These are collected by women. There was a reason why she allowed Wen Poju to spend the night at her house six days a week instead of going home to spend time with his wife and children. And this reason, which sounds funny and absurd, actually revealed the cruel truth deep down in his heart.
When a person is so polite that everyone thinks it is unreal, he is either a monster or a beast, and Wen Po Ju belongs to the latter.
