Yuxuan reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth, but he smiled very ugly. His slender eyelashes still hung tears, "what are you busy with?"
"About the company."
The man's voice was cold and terrible, and his long fingers with distinct bones were obliquely inserted in the trousers pocket.
At the end of the corridor, a tall figure stood in front of the window.
Yuxuan bit his lower lip, and a bloody smell filled the corner of his mouth.
The finger holding the mobile phone is more and more hard and embedded into the skin.
She doesn't understand.
Why did Li Beichen lie to her?
"I may come back later today. Your foot injury is not good. Don't run around, you know?"
The sentence "can you come back from work" was stuck in her throat. She just answered faintly: "HMM."
Hung up the phone, Yuxuan's face suddenly turned pale.
Endured the pain in his feet and stumbled outside the villa.
Sitting on the swing, looking at the huge sugar maple that blocks out the sun, his eyes are a little red.
That's it. Li Beichen deceived her, but what can she do?
He and that woman will come back sooner or later.
Anyway, she only gave Li Beichen this chance.
If he really doesn't catch it in the end, she will leave.
What we have to do now is to restrain our hearts.
When that day comes, it won't be too embarrassed.
Yuxuan was lying on the swing of the lawn alone, with long hair in disorder.
He closed his eyes and rubbed his slender eyelashes at the lying silkworm, looking surprisingly quiet.
During this time, her face has lost a circle.
A maple leaf floated down and gently brushed Yuxuan's cheek.
He opened his eyes wearily, picked it up and put it in the palm of his hand.
The warm color of maple reflects the dazzling sunshine and scattered variegated land.
The red as drunk set off the deepening twilight in the sky.
"Mr. Li."
Jason came from a distance and bowed respectfully.
"Why, something?" Li Beichen half narrowed his dangerous eyes and gave him a faint look.
The deep and hard to observe eyes were stained with scarlet blood.
Jason saw it in his eyes and couldn't help feeling that Qiao Wenxi was as important in his heart no matter how many years passed.
"I just went to see my wife."
"How is she?"
"My feet are still swollen and I can't walk flexibly."
But in Jason's opinion, Yuxuan's injury was his own.
Li Beichen lit a cigarette again, didn't smoke, just sandwiched between his long fingers, "what else did you tell her?"
"I think madam needs to know Miss Qiao's current situation, so..."
"Did I allow it?" The man's handsome face was suddenly cold and terrible, cold and cold, flashing cold light like a war wolf.
He cheated Yuxuan on the phone just now because he was afraid.
I'm afraid she blames herself for Qiao Wenxi's illness, feels guilty and thinks more.
Just want to protect her.
Let her not be condemned by public opinion.
Let her take no responsibility.
Li Beichen put out the smoke, and inexplicable melancholy and sadness spread in his heart.
For many years, he thought that his marriage was just marriage and did not need the so-called love to maintain.
But love is so important to Yuxuan.
She wanted it, so he decided to give it to her.
Live a good life, live together, and you will have it slowly.
But he seemed to think something was wrong.
I can't tell how I feel about her. It's a very strange emotion.
"Mr. Li, I'm sorry..."
"I won't allow it to happen again." Li Beichen gathered his black eyes dangerously, his voice was low and cold, "or you can go back to Washington now."
"I promise there won't be another time."