Chapter 702

Gu Yi also stopped and asked curiously, "Mr. Zhan, what's wrong?"

He followed Zhan Yeling's gaze, and saw that he was looking at the president's exclusive elevator. The numbers on it were beating, indicating that someone had gone down.

Gu Yi said: "There are too many rules, I will definitely set up rules for the employees next time."

He thought that Zhan Yeling was unhappy when he saw someone taking the exclusive elevator.

As everyone knows, a pink figure flickered in front of Zhan Yeling just now, isn't that figure Xiong Miao?

Didn't she go downstairs just now?

It must have been a mistake, it was someone else.

Zhan Yeling said coldly: "It's okay." After speaking, he walked into the office quickly.

But at this time, in the elevator, Xiong Miao's body was leaning limply against the wall of the elevator, from the bottom of his heart to every corner of his body, as if his strength had been drained.

His face was even more pale.

Every word Zhan Yeling said to Gu Yi echoed in her mind, filling her nerves and torturing her heart.

He has only responsibility for her, no love.

He saved her so many times just because he didn't want his children to lose their mother, because Zhan Yeling had lost his mother since he was a child, and he knew that kind of pain was uncomfortable, so he didn't want his children to experience that pain.

Everything he does for her, including customizing the ring, is because of duty.

It's all about giving the children a complete home.

Only, there is no love for her.

All the cognitions are tormenting Xiong Miao's heart, the hand holding the ring box is trembling due to excessive force.

Sad and painful to the extreme, but there were no tears, but his face was as pale as paper.

"Ding..." The elevator stopped on the first floor, and Xiong Miao stumbled down, his face expressionless and his eyes empty.

"Miss Xiong..." The front desk greeted her politely when they saw her.

But at this moment, her eyes were all black, her ears were buzzing, she couldn't see anyone, and she couldn't hear any sounds clearly.

Xiong Miao ignored him, the front desk was still very curious, strange, didn't Miss Xiong walk out just now? Why did you go out again?

So quickly went upstairs to find Mr. Zhan again?

The interval between before and after was less than three minutes, did Miss Xiong teleport? so fast?

Although the front desk was puzzled, he didn't ask.

The whole company knew about Miss Xiong's relationship with Mr. Zhan. They didn't dare to stop Miss Xiong, and they didn't dare to ask more questions.

Xiong Miao walked out of the rich group like a wandering soul, and she walked forward aimlessly.

"Didi..."

"Looking for death!"

She didn't even know she was crossing the road, and was almost hit by a speeding car several times.

Fortunately, the driver braked in time, but the sense of panic that almost hit someone made the driver angry. They all stuck their heads out of the car window and cursed at the bear.

Xiong Miao didn't notice anything, she walked forward in a daze.

Cross the road, come to the opposite park, go straight ahead, there is nothing in front of you, only a vague life.

She didn't stop until she reached the edge of Heshui in the park and her feet were wet.

Raising her eyes, she looked at the boundless river. The heavy water seemed to be rippling in her heart. The heavy water made it difficult for her to breathe.

She took several breaths with difficulty so as not to suffocate herself.

It turned out to be so uncomfortable.

It is uncomfortable to feel that the breath is as thin as a knife, and every breath is stinging.

She squatted beside He Shui, the river wind mixed with the smell of green grass blew on her cheeks, the sore eye sockets couldn't help it after all, tears poured out, fell wantonly, dripped into the river water, and disappeared not see.

It was as realistic and cruel as if no one cared whether she was uncomfortable or not.