The Boss Is in a Bad Mood Again

The atmosphere in the car seems to be solidified. The driver's heart "clutters". Don't quarrel in the car

Although Han Yi is following the song Hou's, he can't change his bad temper. The driver knows that Han Yi sometimes seems to be deliberately giving the Marquis song the same.

"No When

driver's nerve was stretched to the extreme, Han's voice rang, "I have perfume on my body. I'm afraid you can't go back to the cross."

He looked at the Marquis of Song Dynasty, but his voice didn't distinguish joy and anger. "I heard Chiyuan was pregnant, wasn't she? Her father would like you to go back and spend more time with her. "

Song Hou's mood suddenly became very bad. Holding Han Yi's hand, he also let go of the flue: "I will accompany you if I don't go back tonight."

"Oh."

Han also lightly should a, and then turn to look out of the window, as if there is something interesting outside the window to attract his eyes.

"Are you not happy?"

"Happy."

A perfunctory answer that everyone could hear.

The car was trapped in a round of stagnant water. Only the increasingly strong smell of tobacco in the car let people know that there was a person who was smoking incessantly.

But the driver can feel that the smoker is becoming more and more anxious, like a wild animal walking to the edge of the cliff, and looking back is the pursuit of soldiers, but there is no way ahead.

Fortunately, when he got to the place soon, the driver stopped the car and breathed a sigh of relief. Soon Han was grabbed by Marquis song and walked into the house. This is still a villa bought by Zhou Yunshen, but now only Han Yi lives here. Han Jingyun is arranged by the Marquis of Song Dynasty in other places. The father and son can see each other once or twice a week, and the time of meeting is decided by the Marquis of song.

The door was kicked open, and the Marquis of Song Dynasty threw Han into the house. Han, who was unstable in gravity, fell directly on the floor. His body hit hard and hurt so much that he frowned.

"Zhou Yunshen doesn't do this to you, does he?"

"Are you sick?"

Han also stood up and said coldly.

This seems to sting the Marquis song. He pulled his tie and said, "don't think I don't know what's wrong in your heart. Isn't it a matter of Zhou Yunshen? If you don't feel uncomfortable, he will die. I broke his leg and fed the fish in the sea

"He is a loser here. If I lose to him falsely, he really thinks he has won. He takes it lightly and trusts Zhao family, so he loses you and his own life!"

"That useless person, all my life is just mud on my feet!"

"And you," he said fiercely, holding Han Yi's collar with both hands and his eyes on him. He said angrily, "no matter how dissatisfied you are, you are my man now."

He is like a hunter who shows off his prey. Zhou Yunshen and Han are also his prey. Han is also cold eyes, but there is no change, even eyelids are lazy to lift.

This infuriated Marquis song. He grabbed his shirt with both hands and pulled it hard. The button splashed to the ground like water.

Han is also very thin. His clavicle is like a hook, like a enchanting charm. The Duke of song rubbed his thumb, "you can only stay by my side in this way in this life, and never want to leave. Even if I am tired of you, you can't leave."

The Marquis of Song Dynasty murmured as if he had been possessed by demons. There was a sneer in the air. His head seemed to explode suddenly. He bowed his head and kissed the attractive clavicle.

The mobile phone in his pocket rang before his lips fell off. The cheerful bell made song Hou push Han Yi away impatiently. He took out his mobile phone. He looked at Han Yi with some warning smell. He went to the window and picked up the phone. His voice was gentle enough to overflow.

In front of Chi Yuan, he has always been a considerate husband and the most satisfied son-in-law of her father and even the whole Chi family.

"I miss you too."

Song Hou Rou said: "with a baby, why don't you cherish yourself? Don't you go to bed so late? "

Han is also too lazy to pay attention to the song Hou, to give himself a glass of water, listen to song Hou baby baby called Chiyuan, ask voice soft language coax Chi Yuan, finally agreed to Chi Yuan immediately go back to sleep with her.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

Han also did not speak, song Hou said coldly, "I will try my best to get rid of that word on you. Don't leave some dead people's things on your body. Look at the bad luck!"

With that, he quickly left. Han also tightened his hand holding the cup. The cold contact between the palm and the glass made him shiver. Something on his body seemed to be burning at this time. He put down the glass and quickly went upstairs to close the bedroom door. After carefully closing the curtain, he lifted the mattress and took out a thin photo album from under the mattress.

This photo album is DIY's and can be added by yourself. This is what Zhou Yunshen did. He opened Han Yi's eyes and overflowed with warmth. This is Zhou Yunshen's world. In his heart, he and Han Jingyun are at the top of the list. He turned page by page and hated them so much. Why are their photos so few?

"In the future, one shot will be lost..."

"We haven't had a group photo yet..."

"Go back and mount it."

"Sign your life to me..."

Once a word is a knife and a sword inserted into his heart, let him pain, let him suffer, but not let him die. The person who stays is the most painful. He has to bear the memory of two people and suffer the pain of two people. I can't forget until I die.I dare not forget Zhou Yunshen, who loves him so much. I dare not forget the last look of his life and death.

After Song Hou came back here, people had to change everything here. The paintings on the wall, the original drawings of his and Zhou Yunshen's sketches, and some photos were all thrown away. He secretly hid this album. This is his life, the only remaining warmth, a little weak flame, to warm the rest of his life.

Looking over and over, the man sitting on the ground seemed to be possessed by the devil. He looked at the thin pages of photos one side and another. His tears were falling more and more quickly. His lips opened and closed, calling the name that had entered the bone and ground into his soul.

Thousands of water into the deep sea, can you ice? Are you alone? Do you still want to miss me? Do you still hate me?

Han Yihu hugged the album tightly. He roared in his mouth and trembled slightly. He hated him. He had made two decisions in his life. Once, he was scared by the Marquis of song that he was going to leave Zhou Yunshen. The second time, he was forced by Marquis song to stab Zhou Yunshen. He crushed his dignity as a man and crushed his love under his feet.

But the first time he was wrong, the second time he was wrong.

He's been wrong all his life. When can he make a right choice for himself? Maybe it's to trade his life for a choice.

He thought, holding the album tightly, like a drowning man holding a piece of floating wood to save his life.