"Stop crying." He stood at the window, looking down at the city from a tall building.
In City C, he can be regarded as a person who can turn his hands into clouds and rain. However, his heart aches for the little one like her.
Before Su Xiyue came back, he could shuttle between all kinds of women coldly, acting in front of others and having sex with others later.
However, just after she came back, his heart was confused again. When he was with Yan Suxin just now, all he could think about was her aggrieved eyes or her sweet smile.
Su Xiyue, what should he do with her?
Hanliu turned around irritably and saw Su Xiyue still bending over to pick up the documents that had fallen on the ground. He strode over and saw that the documents on the ground swelled into a pile and were almost thrown into the trash can.
"Okay, it's not a big deal. Go back and ask them to make another one." He stretched out his hand, wanting to pull her, but thinking of Su Xiyue's previous refusal, he put his hand unnaturally behind his back.
Su Xiyue stared blankly at the smooth ground. If there was nothing left, how about making another one?
He said it easily, but he didn't know how many people he would offend like this.
Moreover, these were all her hard work that she spent a lunch break sorting out, and yet he threw them into the trash can like this.
Although, Su Xiyue saw concern in Hanliu's eyes
But this kind of concern seems to be a bit confusing, and she can't afford it.
She wanted to go back and do those things again. After all, the electronic files were all backed up. All she had to do was print them out, sort them out and hand them over.
The words were already on his lips, but he saw that the cold wave had already begun to call various departments.
It was said that he was not satisfied with the documents sent today and asked to have them done again. Naturally, there was a cry, but no one dared to say anything. After all, the president personally ordered it, and they were used to the oppression of this harsh president.
When he put down the phone, Su Xiyue said straightforwardly, "Thank you."
Hanliu remained silent, and after a while he finally spoke, "Su Xiyue, can't we talk normally?"
"Why don't you speak nicely?" Under Hanliu's gaze, Su Xiyue's tongue began to get knotted
Hanliu lowered his eyes and did not look at Su Xiyue. He looked through the things on the table and pondered for a while before saying, "Stop lying to yourself. You care, right? Otherwise, just now... you
No... To be honest, I care too. Just now, all I can think about is you... It's been seven years, why can't I forget you... I hate myself, I can't forget you...
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Su Xiyue's heart was like a heavy object hitting it, making it difficult to breathe.
Tears blurred her eyes. Whether they were moved or painful, she didn't know.
In such a land, he has a lovely wife at home and a lover outside. What's the use of talking about it? But she knew that her heart began to waver.
Men are always like this. They can be in a woman's bed, think about another woman and be separated physically and mentally, and talk sweet words. Women are different. If you love someone, your body and mind belong to that person.
Can she still believe what he said?
"I won't force you...think about it for yourself...if I don't have a marriage, I don't have Haohao..."
"But you do!" Su Xiyue stepped back step by step, interrupting Han Liu's words with a sharp voice.
This is reality, an inescapable reality, not a reality that can be changed "if"