Chapter 538

But Huang Xing always feels that there are some special meanings in Xu Wenguang's words.

This meaning is not clear, but let the yellow star heart suddenly a shock.

Huang Xing is silent for a long time, just say: Lao Xu, you this is what circumstance, after all!

Xu Wenguang said: nothing happened. Mr. Huang, I hope you will be satisfied with what I have done. I want to show my loyalty to you. You can rest assured that from now on, Xu Wenguang will be yours completely. I will be sent and sent at will.

Huang Xing frowned and asked: are you so loyal?

Xu Wenguang said: if not, I will continue to work hard. I just think, I think... I want to express my sincerity and loyalty. I hope this loyalty can satisfy you. Look at my actions, Mr. Huang.

Huang Xing coughed softly: Lao Xu, where are you now?

Xu Wenguang said: I'm... I'm going home now. But don't worry. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning.

"No!" Huang Xing said quickly: I'll go back by myself later. Home, or to go back. But Lao Xu, you've been through tonight, some of them.

Xu Wenguang said: what Mr. Huang taught us is what Mr. Huang taught us. In this way, you can have a rest in the hotel and go to the commercial building early tomorrow. Why go home tonight. You are different from me. I have a wife at home

Huang Xing: you mean, I have no wife, can't find a wife?

Xu Wenguang said: what do you mean. As long as Mr. Huang nods, any kind of wife will have to go to your arms. isn't it?

Huang Xing tut tut: you really know how to speak! But Lao Xu, I'm a little angry about your arrangement today. You're setting me up to drill!

Xu Wenguang said: how can it be! I'm not the same as you... Well, men, when it's time to play, they have to let go. Come on, Mr. Huang, I won't disturb you. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow.

After waiting there to hang up the phone, Huang Xing frowned and thought, but could not help sighing.

Xiaohui handed over the water, and then lay calmly beside Huang Xing. There was a breath of fragrance on her body, which smelled like Chanel. This flavor often fascinates men and has an indirect catalytic effect.

Huang Xing had a drink of water and wanted to get dressed and leave. But it seems that there is another invisible force leading him to spend more time with this beautiful and highly educated girl.

To be exact, she already belongs to herself.

Xiaohui still calmly took Huang Xing's arm and said softly: brother Huang, I think you should thank brother Xu.

"I thank him? What should I thank him for? " The yellow star frowned.

Xiaohui blinked her big eyes: thank him for letting you know me. I know Huang won't touch a woman easily.

Of course, Huang Xing can read out the overtones of her words. She is expressing that she is better than the average woman. Ordinary women, if they boast, it will be disgusting. But Xiaohui is different. She has the capital and conditions to be charming. She confidently sets off herself. On the contrary, it makes people feel that she is pitiful and beautiful‘ You know me well. " Huang Xing took another cigarette in his mouth and spit out a mouthful of smoke.

Xiaohui said: I can't say how much I know you, but as for... At least I can understand you.

Huang Xing asked: what do you know about me?

Xiaohui stressed: I know your world, the loneliness in your world.

Huang Xing shook his head: I'm not alone.

"You lie!" Xiaohui stretched out her hand and drew a big circle on Huang Xing's chest: haven't you heard of the word lonely? After all, there are only a few people on the pyramid. Therefore, when you become the general manager of Xinmeng commercial building, you are doomed to loneliness.

Huang Xing said: I'm not an expert. I'm just an ordinary person.

Xiaohui stressed: This is a manifestation of your loneliness. Excessive modesty is the same as loneliness.

Huang Xing smiles and says: how about you, are you lonely?

Xiaohui thought and nodded: lonely. But sometimes, loneliness is also a kind of beauty. I like in the lonely night, think about some things, fantasy some beautiful future. My definition of beauty is not necessarily to be rich, but to be rich spiritually. We must, we must do something to make ourselves happy and like.

Huang Xing savors her words thoughtfully. After smoking this cigarette, he decides to go home.

Xiaohui seems to have seen through his idea. Before Huang Xing extinguishes the cigarette, she presses the whole body. Her body is very light, with the smell of the precious perfume, like a quilt in winter, soft and warm.

Xiaohui whispered in Huang Xing's ear: brother Huang, do you really care about Xiaohui? Do you really want to leave Xiaohui?

Huang Xing did not dare to look directly at her eyes: go home, I want to go home.

Xiaohui Road: where there is Xiaohui, it is your home.

An unexpected kiss, blooming on the lips of the yellow star. Huang Xing didn't dodge. He already liked the girl's approach. In his heart, the hysterical voice of opposition was overwhelmed by the beautiful girl's every smile and every move, and almost had no ability to resist.

Xiaohui said: brother Huang, I'll sing you a song first, OK?

"Qingchang?" Huang Xing asked.

Xiaohui said with a smile, all right! She put a pair of slender hands on Huang Xing's shoulder and stared at him quietly, as if worried that he would slip away next second.

After gazing quietly for a while, she calmly sang a masterpiece of Kinsha, the myth of stars and Moon: the best scene of my life is to meet you. Staring at you in the vast sea of people, strange and familiar. Although breathing the same sky, I can't hold you. If you change the time and space identity and name, I hope to recognize your eyes. Where will you be after a thousand years and what kind of scenery will be around you? Our story is not beautiful, but it is so hard to forget

This kind of sad lyrics and melody, coupled with the living person in front of him, makes Huang Xing feel lovelorn.

Is this Xiaohui's true feelings about herself?

Huang Xing tries hard not to be captured by the song, let alone by the girl who has only known for a few hours. He moves his eyes to one side, shakes his feet out of bed and turns his back to Xiaohui.

But Xiaohui still leaned over and skillfully put her hand on his thick shoulder.

Her soft body makes Huang Xing's heart tremble.

Perhaps this short fortune is enough to make Huang Xing hard to forget. Just like this song, the most beautiful scene in my life is to meet you and gaze at you quietly, strange and familiar. It's as if the previous life was doomed to be at a loss for this part of fate, and such a romantic moment happened in a muddleheaded way, which was not magnificent but intoxicated.

Huang Xing measured for a moment and said in a soft voice: I really have to go. You can sleep for a while.

"You don't want to go, do you?" Xiaohui seems to have seen through Huang Xing's mind, her hand from his back, circuitous back to the front.

Huang Xing was stunned for a moment, and a song by Zhou Huajian appeared in his mind: "actually, I don't want to leave. In fact, I want to stay. I want to stay with you...". In this short period of time, this warm and generous girl, like a roundworm in his stomach, has successively revealed his unknown thoughts.

Lonely, lonely, want to find someone to talk, chat.

Perhaps before the cold war with Fu Jie, Huang Xing didn't have this feeling. It is a series of changes of Fu Jie that make him grow a strong loneliness from the bottom of his heart. This loneliness, as time went on, made him more and more afraid. Although he has all kinds of women around him, even if he only nods, he can get many excellent women's bodies. But he kept restraining himself, as if he would fall into the abyss once he nodded his head.

But Xiaohui is totally different. When she is with her, she seems to have an indescribable sense of security.

Despite this sense of security, it's actually not safe. On the contrary, Xiaohui may be just a chess piece Xu Wenguang used to thank himself for. This chess piece may turn back at any time.

I don't know what kind of power prompted Huang Xing to turn around and put her hand on her delicate white face and gently stroked her.

He suddenly felt that the girl in front of him was pitiful.

Beautiful and lovely women are used for pain.

But Huang Xing knows that he can't do it. Except for Fu Jie, perhaps any woman's final fate can only be a passer-by. She is the same, even though she is superior to others as soon as she appears on the stage and successfully becomes the woman at the head of her own bed. However, this still does not change the fact that she will be a passer-by.

Xiao Hui reached out and held Huang Xing's hand as if he wanted to stay on his cheek for a few seconds. Huang brother, my face, slippery and white, I was using mask all the time.

Huang Xing nodded and even echoed what mask he used.

Xiaohui toots a little: it's a very expensive brand. It's not easy to be a woman. You have to be willing to spend money, or... Or there will be no capital. Otherwise, years will engrave words on your face mercilessly.

Huang Xing blurted out: I'll go to the commercial building another day and get one. I'll give it to you.

Xiaohui shook her head: no! I'm with you. It's not for you. Don't worry, brother Huang. Even after today, you will forget Xiaohui. Xiaohui is satisfied. Xiaohui has you in her heart. It's a lifetime thing.

Yellow star suddenly a Zheng, in the heart always have a kind of unspeakable taste.

After hesitating for a moment, Huang Xing reached out to help Xiao Hui's shoulder and said firmly that I left.

Then dress quickly and get out of bed.

Xiaohui didn't stay any longer. She just looked at him quietly.

Half an hour later, Huang Xing returned home. He took home, in addition to a burst of dusty coolness, there is an indescribable nostalgia.

Filled with a strong sense of loss, he seemed to be able to vaguely see Xiaohui's nostalgic eyes and warm smile. How could that be? Huang Xing smiled bitterly, picked up a cigarette, but felt amazed that he still had little perfume on his body.