After Those Years of Misery

"Who?" Zilog screamed, and ran out of the dining room, and saw Qiao Yushi sitting on the ground with his feet moving.

"Why are you here?"

"I have been retributed this time, are you satisfied?" Qiao Yushi didn't look up, and shook out these words coldly, continuing to heal his poor feet.

This direction should be from the dining room to the study. He overheard her talking?

Zillog was a little embarrassed, but he was still very happy to see him grinning in pain.

He was right. God was very satisfied with his punishment.

"Are you... serious?" Seeing him frowning, she still overflowed with sympathy.

"I think I die, it's too early, what kind of injury is this."

"It's nothing, don't frown. I watch the tough guy in the TV series. I don't even blink when I take a bullet." She regretted it and shouldn't sympathize with the wicked.

"You! Zilog, you see how I will clean up you tonight!" He lifted his brows and stood up with the pain.

To make a little girl look down on the film, his face was stretched with anger and smoke.

"You are not afraid that the injury will get worse, I don't care." Zillog held his chest and gloated at his injured foot. He could see that there was no major problem.

"Friendly reminder, when God punishes a person, he will give a hint first. You can only be regarded as a hint. If you don't let me go, there will be a good show waiting for you!"

Damn woman! I scolded her a hundred times in my heart, but smiled coldly on his face, but his face didn't cramp.

"Little baby, want me to let you go for the next life! Don't worry, I will overcome all difficulties and go to you, waiting for me to give you some excitement at night!"

He was really wrong, thinking she would love him more or less, like him, and care about him.

Who knows, she is a femme fatale and has no sympathy for him.

With a sullen face, he jumped back to the study with one foot in front of her.

There was no movement for a long time, and Zillog quietly looked at the entrance of the study. Some entangled, shouldn't he buy some medicine for him.

No way! If something happened to him, he would call his family doctor and Jiang Donghai was still waiting outside.

Such a moment should be left to Cher to accompany him in order to enhance their relationship between husband and wife.

She wants to be cold to the end, not paying attention to his feet.

Qiao Yushi shut himself in the study, sat in a chair to adjust his ankles, and turned for a while, no more pain.

He was a little puzzled by his abnormal behavior. He was obviously very angry just now, and went to the door to open the security door but did not leave.

Secretly went back to the study and opened the notebook to work, and from time to time I was thinking about the groaning sound of the **** woman's stomach. I still called Jiang Donghai and asked him to buy something meticulously fasted.

He found that he was getting softer and better towards her. But she, besides the stinky face, is still stinky.

When she is loving, she resists. When she spoke, she was cold.

Even when he twisted his ankle, she not only didn't care, but also mocked.

This woman is really a born actor, she was like two people before and now.

I still remember that not long after she was delivered to the door, once he had a fever, and she didn't take it seriously, but her eyes were red in anxiousness.

She wanted Jiang Donghai to come, but he refused. She took care of him all night, without closing her eyes, she kept putting towels and feeding him water.

Perhaps, this is her strategy, to be nice to you, to be compliant with you, and to get you used to her. Now, she knows that her dream of being rich is shattered, so she deliberately ignores you and puts pressure on you so that she can get her wish.

Qiao Yushi, being betrayed once is extremely stupid, and must not be betrayed a second time.

Between you and her, you must dominate her, control her, and hold her tightly in your palm.

Thinking of this, I called Jiang Donghai and confirmed Hongxi's additional investment.

After that, he calmed down and stopped thinking about Zillog's affairs, and began to put all his mind on work.

Recently, the progress of some projects has not gone smoothly, especially in the joint development of the Cheng family, it is more like someone is struggling.

I made a few more phone calls and went out, a little tired, and picked up the water glass in front of him.

This water glass was also picked by Zilog, Jingdezhen ceramics, the background color of the glass is white. He picked it up and looked at it carefully. The patterns on it were very warm. In front of a chic house, a couple sat on the ground, and their children ran on the grass not far away.

He only noticed such details after using the cup for nearly two years.

Zillog once said that a cup is a lifetime. What did she want to hint at him with this cup?

Could such a romantic and simple life be her desire?

In the past, he liked to drink coffee. She said that coffee was not good for health, and she secretly changed him to tea every time.

Such a considerate little woman is indeed a good companion if it is not for the heart. Unfortunately, everything is fake, and he has already married Cheng Feixue. Marriage is not a trifle.

Feeling soft again, he changed the gentle expression on his face and cried out coldly: "Zilog!"

"Something?" Zilog asked, opening the door.

"Make me a cup of tea!" He pointed to the water cup and ordered, his face very serious.

"I won't make tea for you anymore, this is not stated in the agreement." Zillog quietly observed it, his feet should be fine.

"There is no additional investment for Hongxi in the agreement. Do you mean to let me cancel tomorrow's investment? If the investment is cancelled, your father's fate will be exactly the same as two years ago."

"Why invest again? Isn't the problem solved long ago?" Zilog asked strangely.

"You have to ask your father, he is really well managed. Miss Qi, it seems that you will sell your father for the rest of your life." After speaking slowly, he pointed to the cup again.

Zillog walked up to him reluctantly. Just when his little hand was about to touch the cup, he was pulled by him, and he fell impartially on his lap.

"Zilog, remember! Not only pour me water, cook me, dedicate my body, but also do everything I want you to do. If you dare to defy and challenge me, I will make Hongxi pay! I don't want to say this a second time." In her ear, he said softly.

He will not negotiate any agreement with her. This is a cruel society. Since she has turned to him for help, she will not let her set the rules of the game.

There was bitterness in my heart, and the resistance for many days returned to the original point. She struggled desperately and wanted to fly out, but in the end she found that she was still trapped in a hard shell, unable to resist.

But she was really unwilling, and she really didn't want to be subject to him in this way, allowing herself to be blocked between their husband and wife.

"Qiao Yushi, you have to do this, I will hate you!"

After a moment of stunned, his face became more gloomy.

He stretched out a finger to lift her chin, and met her. There was a deep hatred in her eyes that could not be removed. In addition to hate, there was also a desolation. His heart was choked again without warning.

Ignoring the feeling, he still said in a cold voice: "Zillog, I don't care if you hate me or not. Pour the tea!"

It turned out that he really didn't care. In his eyes, she really was so insignificant. Sad to a certain extent is numbness and heart-death, she can only cooperate with him as he wants.

Sliding down his thigh, she restrained her tears and stopped shed another tear afterwards.

She took the cup and went out, Qiao Yushi scratched her hair irritably.

Originally pulled her to sit on his lap in order to kiss her and touch her. His original intention was to entice her to fall in love with him, but how he did it was different from what he thought. When meeting this woman, it seems that his behavior has deviated from the expected track.

Zillog quickly brought the tea in, the same tea, the same brewing method, the mood changed, and the taste was different.

"Cook at least six dishes in the evening. I will prepare from now. I will have dinner before six o'clock."

"Okay!" The simple word seemed to be a surrender to fate and a silent resistance. It was ironic. In the afternoon, he said that he would never cook for him, so he had to take back his words so soon. With such an identity, what else can be autonomous?

He frowned, said nothing, and continued to work.

At five fifty, Zillog made six dishes and one soup.

Knocked on his door. After he said to come in, she opened the door and said: "Mr. Joe, dinner is ready, please have a meal."

"What do you call me?" He looked at her wearing an apron in surprise.

"Mr. Joe!"

"Why do you call me that?" pacing in front of her, staring at her and asked.

"Honorable, Mr. Joe." She wanted to remind herself to draw a line with him.

He can get her body, can get her service, and treat her as a servant. However, he will never want to get everything from her heart, she will be farther and farther away from him.

"You don't need to use honorifics."

"But you want me to obey you completely. Calling you Mr. Joe is a reminder of who I am."

"Oh? In other words, will you really obey all my orders now?" He curled his mouth playfully.

"Yes, Mr. Joe."

"Call a husband!" He was taken aback by this sentence.

Zillog looked up at him in surprise, but he found a joke that he took it seriously. Inexplicably expecting that this hypocritical woman could call her husband sweetly and tenderly like Cheng Feixue.

The eyes of the two collided like lightning in the air, and there seemed to be something other than surprise in each other's eyes.

Zillog avoided his scorching gaze first, lowered his head, and said softly: "I'm sorry Mr. Joe, this is not within the scope of service."

She didn't call! She didn't even call, this **** woman! But he was even more damn, a little disappointed for her not calling. Maybe this is a man, he wants to occupy it whether he loves or not, he told himself like this. I want to force her to call out, but I am afraid of betraying my mind.

Without looking at her again, he said sarcastically, "I take it seriously? I really think it's rare for you to call me husband? That is Cher's patent! You should never call me like that!

After leaving such a sentence, Qiao Yushi took the lead and went to the dining room.

Zillog laughed bitterly and laughed at himself, followed from behind, stood by the table, and helped him with food and vegetables.

"Sit down and eat together!" he said.

She sat down in silence, served her own meal, and ate without saying a word.

Just then, the phone rang, it was a call from my mother.