Chu Huandong finally recovered slightly at this time, and his lost soul seemed to have returned to his body. He weakly patted Zhang Xiaopeng on the shoulder, "Call Ling Yue and tell me that I have something to do and I won't be coming up!"
On the way back, Chu Huandong didn't use a driver to drive. He drove the car himself, deliberately lowering the window to let the wind blow in, making his cheeks hurt.
He drove the car in a daze, wandering aimlessly on the street, just stepping on the accelerator. In the past few years, many times, he had thought that he might as well just close his eyes and rush into the weaving driveway.
, smashed to pieces, all over.
Chu Huandong finally returned home, walked heavily upstairs, and stood in the room where Wang Zhangzhu once lived, struggling like a trapped animal. Finally, he opened the door in despair.
If he hadn't thought about it to a certain extent, if he hadn't been deeply lovesick, Chu Huandong wouldn't have dared to walk into this house that held countless memories.
The deserted and empty room greeted him. Naturally, there was no one in the room.
The room still remains as it was when Wang Zhangzhu was there, including her favorite teddy bear, her used cosmetic bottles, small hairpins, and the photo frame on the bedside table...
Chu Huandong closed the door and walked slowly into the room, touching every place, including the sofa where Wang Zhangzhu sat, the imperial concubine's couch where she lay, the slippers she wore, the towels she used, and the clothes in the closet.
Clothes, he gently touched these things over and over again, as if he could touch her temperature and smell her sweet breath.
He walked slowly, caressing, feeling, and recalling how Wang Zhangzhu once lived here. His movements were gentle and meticulous, as if the real Wang Zhangzhu was right in front of him, as if he was afraid of disturbing her and disturbing her.
Turn around again and leave decisively.
Chu Huandong finally lay on the bed and picked up the photo frame placed on the bedside. It was a photo taken four years ago when the Wang family had not been in trouble. The photo included Wang Zhangzhu, Song Liangyu, and himself.
Wang Zhangzhu stood between himself and Song Liangyu with a bright smile. A pair of dimples were particularly obvious on his baby-fat face, which contained true carefree, innocent and romantic.
Chu Huandong stared at the photo for a long time. Tears slid down the corners of his eyes and disappeared into his hair. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Living in such an invulnerable state, he thought he was already a person without tear ducts, but he still had it.
Will cry.
"Zhangzhu, Zhangzhu!" whispered in a low voice, with infinitely gentle and desolate emotions.
Palm, you've been gone for so long, your scent can hardly be found in the room, and I have almost forgotten your smile, but I can foresee that in the long years to come, those threads will be
Desolate eternal pain.
Lin Yurou drank a lot tonight. She walked up the stairs with somewhat frivolous steps. Looking at the half-closed door of the bedroom where Wang Zhangzhu once lived, a sad and bitter smile appeared on her lips.
Tonight, when she saw Chu Huandong running away suddenly as if possessed by an evil spirit, she felt horrified. Over the years, the only person who could make Chu Huandong lose his composure in front of everyone was Wangzhangzhu, even if he was later doted on by Chu Huandong.
Neither can Zhang Qian from Xibao.
Later, she found out from a phone call from Zhang Xiaopeng that, as expected, Chu Huandong was lovesick and crazy again!
Lin Yurou felt unhappy. She drank a lot of wine at the banquet and chatted happily with the boss and his wife of Su's Enterprise. She looked at the ajar door and felt depressed. She ran to the door of the room in two steps and paused slightly.
, still pushed the door open with the strength of wine.
She saw Chu Huandong lying on the bed wearing a suit, with his eyes closed and frowning slightly. Through the light, she could see his undulating eyebrows, straight nose, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth, which seemed to be filled with infinite fatigue.
At this moment, Lin Yurou's heart softened. No matter how scheming, ruthless, and cold-blooded this man was, he was only a human being and would get tired. Every day, he faced calculations, plots, and intrigues.
How can I not feel tired? How can I not be tired?
Especially after Wang Zhangzhu died of drowning, Lin Yurou had never seen Chu Huandong really smile. The smiles in front of others were all fake, but behind others, not to mention his smile, he even spoke very well, just like Wang Zhangzhu's.
Leaving drained all the joy out of him.
Lin Yurou gently sat on the bedside, holding her breath and looking greedily at the man she loved most. Finally, she couldn't help but leaned down, lowered her head and kissed him gently on the lips.
Chu Huandong moved, as if he had woken up, but did not open his eyes. He reached out and hugged her, "Zhangzhu!"
Lin Yurou's heart suddenly turned cold.
Chu Huandong opened his eyes after a while, with a nervous trance on his face, "Where are the palm beads?"
Lin Yurou stood up with a sneer and gritted her teeth and said, "Dead!"
Chu Huandong's eyes changed, and Lin Yurou suddenly felt cold all over. She knew in her heart that it was not good, and wanted to avoid it, but she couldn't get ahead of Chu Huandong. The wooden photo frame in Chu Huandong's hand had already flown towards her, and it hit her hard.
It hit her shoulder, causing her to stagger back a few steps in pain.
Lin Yurou was really hurt by the beating, and she shouted out like crazy under the influence of alcohol: "Chu Huandong, wake up, Wang Zhangzhu has been dead a long time ago, don't be so suspicious that you think she is still alive? You don't have to pamper her anymore.
That little bitch is fooling herself!"
Chu Huandong was completely awake at this time. He sat up and looked at Lin Yurou with disgust, "Who allowed you to enter this room? Get out!"
As soon as Lin Yurou closed her eyes, big tears fell down, "Chu Huandong, I know you hate me, you blame me, you always think it was me who caused the palm of your hand to fall into the water. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have delayed saving her."
The timing of the palm bead! You think it was me who caused you to lose the palm bead, but you have tortured me enough over the years!"
Chu Huandong stood up with a sullen face. Lin Yurou came over in two big steps. He grabbed her by the collar like a chicken and threw her out of the room. He pointed at her nose and warned: "I tell you, if you do it again,
If you dare to enter this house casually, I will break your legs."
A chill of despair rose in Lin Yurou's heart, and as she smelled of alcohol, she simply shouted: "Chu Huandong, who do I mean to you? I have been with you since I was twenty-two years old, and I have been with you for seven years.
Your secretary becomes your girlfriend, your fiancée becomes your wife, but you don’t even want to look at me, you don’t even touch me, what kind of husband are you? Even if you hate me, you blame me
, this kind of retribution is enough! Chu Huandong, don’t think that I don’t know, you must have come up with such a vicious way to get me pregnant..."
At this time, Chu Huandong could tell that Lin Yurou had drunk too much. He glanced at the servants and bodyguards standing downstairs, his face was ashen, and he interrupted Lin Yurou rudely, "If you dare to say another word, I promise to let you go."
You will never see your son!"
Lin Yurou shuddered. She clenched her fists angrily and cursed: "Chu Huandong, you will go to hell!"
Chu Huandong smiled faintly: "I'm already in hell."
He has long since been trapped in the Nine Hells and will never be reincarnated!
Wang Zhangzhu was in a daze and didn't know how she got home. But as soon as she entered the house, she held Niu Niu tightly in her arms, as if she was grasping the last straw.
Four years have passed. Wang Zhangzhu's heart, which she thought had calmed down, was like being washed away by a sudden typhoon due to the unexpected encounter with Chu Huandong, leaving a mess at the crossing. She couldn't explain what was going on in her heart.
What does it feel like.
When Su Yanchi came back, Wang Zhangzhu was still asleep. Su Yanchi walked towards her while untying his tie, "Why aren't you sleeping yet? Wait...why do you look so bad? Could it be that you are really sick?"
"
"No." Wang Zhangzhu replied dryly. Looking at Su Yanchi's confused eyes, he said vaguely: "I just watched a movie."
"Haha, it's tragic again." Su Yan smiled knowingly, turned around and walked to the bathroom, "I really don't understand you. You cry every time you watch a tragic movie, and you always choose a tragic one to watch.
Asking for hardship..."
Wang Zhangzhu pulled up the quilt and lay down on the bed, asking for trouble. He was asking for death when he agreed to come back with Su Yanchi. However, Su Yanchi was her husband, and it was only natural for a wife to follow her husband!
Su Yanchi came out of the shower, put on white pajamas, and lay next to Wang Zhangzhu with the clean smell of the woods after the rain. Wang Zhangzhu felt that the air around him was damp, "Ah Chi, the banquet is tonight.
went well?"
"Well, it's okay, but dad thinks it's a little imperfect." Su Yanchi didn't know much about business matters, so in his opinion, it was almost okay.
Wang Zhangzhu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Didn't the guests that Dad wanted to invite come? Why is he still feeling dissatisfied?"
"Haha, Chu Huandong seems to be a stable and mature person. I don't know what happened today. I just said a word to my father and suddenly thought of something, turned around and ran away! You said Chu Huandong is so
Strange person?"
"Oh." Wang Zhangzhu stared blankly at the ceiling. The Chu Huandong she knew was not like this. Even if he was told that the sky was about to collapse, he would remain indifferent! Wang Zhangzhu always loved it when nothing happened these years.
Fantasy, what would Chu Huandong's expression be like when he knew he was drowning? Relieved? Expressive? Or shrugging indifferently?
Alas, she sighed softly, what are you still hoping for? How could someone as cold and heartless as him feel sad about his own death?
Su Yanchi heard Wang Zhangzhu sigh softly, and immediately realized that she had mentioned Wang Zhangzhu's pain point, and hurriedly changed the topic: "Although Chu Huandong didn't come to today's dinner, it was still considered a success. Chu Huandong
The man next to me named Ding Lingyue was very considerate and talked to me for a long time. He was very kind and always had a smile on his face..."
It was rare to hear that Su Yanchi was interested in these things. Wang Zhangzhu smiled in agreement, but she did not tell Su Yanchi that Ding Lingyue was the famous smiling tiger, a man who could eat people without spitting out their bones. He still paid for selling him.
I have to help count the money!
"There is also Chu Huandong's wife. That woman is really extraordinary. She is beautiful and good at socializing. She is so versatile. It is said that she even gave birth to a son for Chu Huandong..."
Su Yanchi found Wang Zhangzhu staring and not speaking, and realized again that he had said the wrong thing again. He blinked, glanced at his mouth, simply pulled up the quilt to cover his face, and said in a dull voice: "