Cute Wife:The President Husband Is So Domineering

Over there, in front of the coffee shop.

Watching a sports car disappear in the line of sight, Joe takes back his eyes.

Along the road, she kept walking until it was a little dim, until some tired, she stopped.

Standing on the side of the road, she is like a child at a loss. She doesn't know what to do next? I don't know where to go?

It's like walking.

I'll never find my way home

Take out the mobile phone, Joe dial Ling Xiaoan's phone late, waiting for a long time to be connected.

Her voice is light, with a bit hoarse: "Xiao an, where are you? May I come to you now? "

The other end of the phone, but fell into silence, a long time silence, can only hear the subtle breathing sound.

Feeling that something was wrong, Joe frowned at night: "xiao'an? Is that you Are you listening? "

Ling Xiaoan's thin and weak voice said: "well, evening, I'm now... I'm in the school dormitory."

"Dormitory? Are you in Jiangcheng university? Did you go back to school? " Joe's eyes stagnated. Why did Ann go to school? What happened?

……

In half an hour.

Joe called a taxi late and rushed to Jiangcheng University. After pleading with aunt SuGuan, he rushed to the dormitory.

The hostess also knows the origin of the girl student. How dare she block her entrance.

In the bedroom, Ling Xiaoan sits quietly on the chair with her head drooping. Her face is covered by her long hair, while her hands are holding the corner of her clothes uneasily.

In Qiao's shocked eyes, Ling Xiaoan takes the initiative to say: "I'm separated from Xiao Han."

"There are still a few days to start school. I don't have time to find a counselor to go through the formalities, but aunt SuGuan is very good. She probably knows that I don't have a place to live, so she agrees to let me live in first, and then go to make up the formalities after school starts."

"I'm all... Fine."

Calm voice, no waves, but let people listen to heartache.

What do you mean, separated? Ling Xiaoan, why didn't you tell me? "

Joe grabs Ling Xiaoan's arm angrily at night. He is angry at Xiaoan's concealment, but he is more angry at himself.

In contrast, she cares more about herself, but ignores her best friend over and over again.

"What does that bastard mean? Did he not admit it? I'm going to ask him now! "

Holding Qiao wanwan's hand, Ling Xiaoan's gentle mouth slightly pursed radian, a smooth, shallow smile.

"I brought it up. He promised to let me go. Isn't that good?"

"He is irresponsible!"

"Late, late, he's getting engaged." Finally, Ling Xiaoan's weak voice was stained with faint trembling and choking.

"I just want to study hard now. Let it go. Whether I like it or hate it, I will gradually forget that person. He and I are people from two worlds. "

Ling Xiaoan's drooping eyes fell on his belly, and his body was chilly.

Sounded that day lying on the cold operating table, the passage of life, also represents the end of her and Xiao Han.

It's over. It's all over.

Ling Xiaoan forced out a shallow smile: "evening, what can I do for you?"

"I'm... Nothing. I just want to see you." Joe is confused. She comes to xiao'an to tell her grievances. She wants to talk to someone.

But now, she can't say anything.

I suddenly realized that even xiao'an was much stronger than her.

"What about Xiao Zheng?"

"Xiaozheng is very good, the operation that day was very smooth, but..." Ling Xiaoan's smile is very light, as if it will disappear at any time.

When she left, Xiao Han gave her a house. She even thought that she would take her younger brother and sister to live there.

She has been abused so many times by that person, and has passed through the children for him. She has suffered so much pain. Now she is fragmented, and no place is intact.

Such compensation is just a house. Why can't she accept it? She can be at ease!

But later... She gave four Liang the key to the house and the money.

Ling Xiao settled down and continued: "my mother came to the hospital that day. Maybe in her heart, her son is still important. She said that when Xiao Zheng was discharged, she would take him home. "

On the other hand, Xiaozheng didn't want to drag her down, so in the end, Xiaozheng decided to go home.

"Xiao Han, you hateful bastard!" Joe holds Ling Xiaoan in his arms. Under the warm light, they comfort each other.

"But it's late. It's late. Won't you go home?"

Joe shook his head at night, his eyes dim: "well, I won't go home..."

Don't want to go home, don't want to face him.

……

Late at night, Lu Zhanshen returned to the sandalwood garden.

Aunt Liu looked anxious and guilty: "Sir, my wife went out in the morning, but she hasn't come back yet."

Smelling speech, Lu Zhanshen's face didn't fluctuate too much.

After all, her every move had been reported to him by the people under her. He knew that she had been to Qiao's villa, that she had seen Lu Longman, and that she was in the school dormitory at the moment.

No matter who she met, no matter what she did, he didn't stop anything.

As long as she's safe, that's fine.

Walking to the window, Lu Zhanshen takes out his mobile phone from his pocket. The phone rings a few times and gets through.

His gentle voice, no secret: "I come to school to meet you now."

That end was silent, silent for a long time, Joe gently replied: "I don't want to go home, I live in the bedroom tonight, you don't have to come to pick me up. Tomorrow... Tomorrow I'll be back. "

He breathed deeply, without any irritation, and his tone was still light: "I'll pick you up in half an hour, be obedient, eh?"

"But I said, I don't want to go home." After that, Joe hung up in a hurry.

Lu Zhan looked at the phone that had been hung up and gently sipped the corners of his mouth, with a bitter smile in his eyes.

Leaning on the leather chair, he smoked a few cigarettes quietly, and the study was full of choking smell.

At least at this moment, his heart is still relatively calm, and everything will be under his control.

Where can this woman go with her baby? Where does she dare to run to such a timid and tender woman?

Nothing but running to her friend. Who else can she go to?

Even if it's a tantrum, when she's enough, when she thinks clearly, she'll come home and come back to him.

Then, like a poor kitten, she would lean wrongly in his arms and sell her sweetness to him, asking him to touch his head, ask him to hug him, ask him to kiss him