Domineering president's stunning girlfriend

Gu Weiwei angrily left Weishi group.

When I left, I couldn't hide my hatred. Last time I didn't kill Xia Xiaojiao, she would always find a chance to kill her. A cruel smile sprang up on her distorted face.

Wei Zirui sat in the office, his face blue and a little angry.

In recent days, he always heard the words of Xia Xiaojiao and Huo lengqing. He felt very unhappy, inexplicably irritable, and even doubted whether she really had some shady activities with Huo lengqing.

Think of him and be angry and angry.

The other side.

After taking a bath, Xia Xiaojiao dressed up slightly in front of the dressing table. Looking at her slightly normal face in the mirror, she felt more comfortable. Now she misses her father very much.

She thought she hadn't visited her father's grave for a long time. Let's go today.

Wei Zirui's mother probably won't have anything for the time being, but she's still worried and terrified, but there's nothing she can do.

She stood up, took out a black dress from the wardrobe and put it on her.

The slightly loose dress is just right on her. A long black dress reflects a mature beauty. Moreover, Xia Xiaojiao already has a delicate face and perfect figure.

At first glance, it's a beautiful thing.

She packed up everything, put on the earrings her father had given her, groped again and again, and a tear slipped down quietly.

Once, her father spoiled her. She thought she had everything, but now she has a birthday gift from her father. Everything has changed.

She adjusted her mood, went downstairs and happened to meet Liu Ya in the living room.

Liu Ya turned around and looked at Xia Xiaojiao dressed so beautifully. She was surprised for a moment. Living under the same eaves, she found out today that Xia Xiaojiao was so handsome.

It's just a simple layer of makeup, which makes people feel unusually hooked and pure.

But after surprise, anger followed.

"You're really flirtatious. Who are you going out to seduce?"

Liu Ya walked forward and opened her mouth in a bad tone, full of sarcasm and irony.

Xia Xiaojiao glanced at Liu Ya lightly, didn't speak, and went straight to the gate.

She and Liu Ya originally belong to the kind of people who will never speak without anything. Now satirizing her in front of her is nothing more than thinking that she has cheated.

Then she explained that it was of no use. What's more, she was going to visit her father now, and there was no need to tell her.

"Xia Xiaojiao! Why are you so shameless!"

Liu Ya's angry voice came out, and the servants at home were not only frightened but trembled.

Xia Xiaojiao didn't mean to look back and went out of the door.

Looking at Xia Xiaojiao dressed so provocatively, Liu Ya angrily stayed where she was now, took out her mobile phone and called Wei Zirui.

"Hey, Zirui, last time I told you to watch your wife, why don't you stop! Just now I saw her dress up again and go out the door. I don't know who she went out to seduce!"

Liu Ya opened her mouth to Wei Zirui on the other side of the phone and said that she was obviously very dissatisfied.

"What?!"

When Wei Zirui heard Liu Ya's words, he bounced up from his office chair and sat up, revealing the violence on his face.

"I see."

Wei Zirui hung up the phone, stared at the front with an unhappy face, and his breath was a few beats heavier.

Xia Xiaojiao was walking on the way to the cemetery. The weather was suddenly gloomy, like rain.

When she went out, she left in a hurry and forgot to bring her umbrella. Unexpectedly, it rained sporadically for a while. She was a little unprepared.

But it didn't affect her behavior of going to the cemetery. Looking at the drizzling rain outside, she felt inexplicably at ease.

She likes rainy days best. It's not big or small. It's right for her.

In the past, she liked to go out on rainy days. She was wet every time and finally caught a cold, but she still enjoyed it.

She doesn't know why she likes rainy days. She always feels inexplicably and has a unique feeling.

She got out of the car and walked around the cemetery. She suddenly felt refreshed.

The cemetery is built in the outermost suburbs, surrounded by dense evergreen trees. I don't know, I thought it was a tourist attraction.

It's just that such a cemetery is built in the innermost part.

Probably because of the weather, there were few people in the cemetery, and she still held her father's favorite violet in her hand.

She walked silently by the side of the road and enjoyed the bath of the light rain.

Suddenly she heard a voice nearby, which once made her feel like she had been cut in her heart.

"Mom, where's dad?"

A child about five or six years old opened his mouth and looked at his mother with clear eyes.

"Well... Dad went far away. He'll come back when you grow up."

The little girl's mother said, but obviously with a little sadness and choking.

The little girl nodded clearly, saying that she would grow up quickly and wait for her father to come back.

It was like stabbing Xia Xiaojiao in the heart. She felt as if she couldn't breathe. How long can such a white lie last? Once, she hoped that someone would lie to her and say that everything was false.

But the reality forced her to accept it step by step.

She walked on, her face full of sadness, her throat choked and speechless. She hoped that everything was a dream.

Five minutes later, she walked to her father's grave.

The photo is a man's smiling face. It looks old, but it can't hide its handsome and steely.

Xia Xiaojiao walked forward, put the flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone, looked up and gently helped away the dust on the tomb. His eyes were full of tears.

She squatted down and leaned on the tombstone, as she had leaned on her father many years ago.

"Dad, I came to see you..."

Xia Xiaojiao's voice choked, and her face was hard to hide the sadness. She felt that her heart was sunk a little bit, and it was as hard as being gouged out.

She has forgotten the pain of tearing her heart and lungs, and now the remaining holes devour her bit by bit.

She misses her father very much.

She leaned against the tombstone, her tears falling uncontrollably, as if she were the little girl who would hide in her father's arms as soon as she met something. She felt that her chest was like suffocation, and her throat was sour and uncomfortable.

"Dad, I can't find my mother. What should I do?"

The voice slowly came out of her mouth, some trembling, some at a loss, and more powerless.

She leaned painfully in front of the tomb, and her tears flowed wantonly.