The teapot that Huo Xiaoyun threw at Huo Zheng didn't really hit the latter, but when it fell on the wall and shattered, the splashed porcelain scraped Huo Zheng's face quite coincidentally, leaving a mark on the cheekbones. A shallow and narrow trace was left.
If it was normal, he would have noticed the wound no matter what. However, Huo Zheng who rushed out of the VIP room was completely immersed in his own dark emotions, so that until this time, after the lobby manager reminded him, he suddenly noticed the slight tingling on his cheek.
It wasn't a very serious wound, but the amount of bleeding was not small. When Huo Zheng realized the existence of the wound, his collar and shirt had been stained a terrifying dark red by the blood.
In this way, there are reasons for the terrified expressions of the waiters when they saw Huo Zheng, and the sky-falling expression of the lobby manager: VIPs like Huo Zheng were treated so badly in the hotel. Obvious trauma, if Huo Zheng is really that kind of person with a bad personality, and wants to hold the hotel responsible, I am afraid that the entire management of the hotel will be peeled off. But Huo Zheng knew very well that the matter would not develop to that point. On the one hand, it was because he was not the kind of unreasonable person, and on the other hand, it was because he didn't pay much attention to the wound.
In fact, even though there was still a wound on his face that was bleeding, Huo Zheng's mood remained strangely sweet and joyful. He even had enough energy to appease the panic-stricken lobby manager, and after receiving simple treatment in the hotel's medical center, he went straight to the car to go home.
Of course, before that, he found an opportunity to reply He Yunzhou's invitation quite reservedly.
[Huo Zheng: Alright.]
…
Sitting in the stable and comfortable car, Huo Zheng has been unconsciously rubbing the phone in his hand, turning on the phone screen from time to time, looking at the messages He Yunzhou sent later.
[A small boat shakes and shakes: The chicken soup is already stewed. I used earthen casserole this time. It will take a long time. If you are busy, don't be in a hurry. I will wait for you all night.]
Huo Zheng couldn't help but stared at the last sentence for a long time, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, but his heart was itchy and sweet.
Even if he knew it was impossible, the warm body and bright and moist eyes that He Yunzhou approached when he was drunk last time were constantly replaying in Huo Zheng's memory like a revolving lantern.
This "I've been waiting for you all night", does it mean something else
Huo Zheng frantically studied this sentence in his mind.
Distraught, the deer bumped wildly.
"Hoo..."
After a long time, Huo Zheng supported his forehead in a slump, and couldn't help sighing.
He found that sometimes he really couldn't figure out what He Yunzhou was thinking.
Judging from the text messages alone, the breakup with Huo Zheng this time did not seem to have affected He Yunzhou's clumsy and outdated communication methods.
Huo Zheng reluctantly gave He Yunzhou a step, so that he could return to his side again...
But He Yunzhou was still so shy that he couldn't even say a word of extra love. The most courageous hint was nothing more than a pot of chicken soup and the sentence "I'll wait for you tonight".
In fact, Huo Zheng was not without hesitation.
He knew that he shouldn't be so vacillating, so vacillating, and then repeatedly overthrowing his previous determination. He should have made a clean break with He Yunzhou—
But, why is He Yunzhou's luck so bad today? Who told that man to sit with another woman in the lobby of a high-end western restaurant, and he happened to see it.
Who made him have to meet Huo Xiaoyun today, and then was stabbed in the heart by that woman again.
Therefore, it can only be said that it was He Yunzhou's own fault...
Today's Huo Zheng is more selfish than ever before.
He no longer cared about whether he would hurt that stupid man He Yunzhou in the future. At this moment, he just wanted to make good use of that man's tenderness and affection to let himself breathe.
But when Huo Zheng hypnotized himself over and over again, everything was He Yunzhou's problem, that man wanted to come back to him at this inappropriate time...
["...you go back and look in the mirror yourself, you are so similar to me, one day, you will know..."
]
Before parting, Huo Xiaoyun's nervous whispers echoed in Huo Zheng's mind like a ghost.
"Snapped… "
Huo Zheng's hand trembled, and the phone fell to the ground in an instant.
The original joy and joy of getting back together with He Yunzhou receded like a tide, leaving only bone-chilling coldness.
Just at this moment, Huo Zheng received another message from He Yunzhou.
[A small boat shakes and shakes: Shall we eat something simpler tonight? Let's make some thin noodles and eat them in chicken soup. How about you?]
Huo Zheng stared blankly at the phone screen. At this moment, he seemed to be able to see He Yunzhou's soft eyes without a trace of haze or calculation through the glass screen.
Huo Zheng suddenly felt that he was... scary.
"Is my mother and I really alike?"
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the elderly driver in the driver's seat.
The driver, Old Chen, was an old man who had worked in Huo's family for many years. After seeing Huo Zheng sitting in the car covered in blood from the rearview mirror, he looked at his little master with worried eyes from time to time.
From the sweet face when he got into the car at the beginning, to the sudden frost all over his body afterwards, Huo Zheng, who was happy and smiling, was frightening no matter which aspect he looked at.
But at this time, when he suddenly heard Huo Zheng's question, Lao Chen's breathing became stagnant, and he almost stepped on the wrong gas pedal.
"Mr. Huo..."
Old Chen hesitated after hesitation, and finally couldn't help but opened his mouth cautiously in front of a traffic light.
"It's really similar to the eldest lady. After all, you and her are mother and child, and this is inevitable."
However, in terms of personality, there are still quite a few differences between you and Missy—
Old Chen was hesitating whether to say one more word of comfort, when he heard Huo Zheng suddenly let out a bleak sneer.
"Oh...forget it..."
Huo Zheng firmly held the mobile phone in his hand, like a drowning person grasping a slender piece of driftwood on the water in vain.
"Old Chen, change the place, I won't go back to Happy Garden today."
Huo Zheng said to Old Chen in a hoarse voice.
While saying this, he kept staring at the messages of He Yunzhou on the phone screen.
After a while, he tremblingly typed a new reply on the phone screen with his cold and stiff fingers——
[Huo Zheng: I'm sorry, I have something to do today and I can't get away. It's a pity that I can't go to your house for dinner as scheduled.]
Forget it, I'll let you go.
Huo Zheng said to He Yunzhou from the bottom of his heart.
He waited for a long time, but after the news was sent out, He Yunzhou never answered him.
Obviously the decision to let go is his own idea.
But at this moment, Huo Zheng didn't know why, his heart would sink slowly, until it reached the deepest, darkest, and coldest bottom of his heart.
He Yunzhou didn't keep him.
Seeing the car slowly crossing the intersection leading to Xingfu Garden Community, Huo Zheng's face was ashen, and he put down his phone with a haggard appearance. His head is slowly thrown back, resting on the
Old Chen's stiff question also rang out at this moment: "Mr. Huo, where are you going today?"
Huo Zheng opened his mouth, just about to say a place name, but his voice got stuck in his throat.
Yes, where is he going
Huo's old house
No, he couldn't go back to the place where he grew up. Huo Xiaoyun is in City A today, and it happens to be the time when she needs to get something from Mr. Huo. She must be there at this time, holding Mr. Huo's arm and acting like a good daughter.
Back to the company to work overtime? Huo Zheng denied this idea, and he had allowed himself to stay in the company before, but he would not ignore the increased pressure from other people in the project team because of his move.
Those luxury residences that were prepared in City A before
Thinking of those huge cold and dead rooms, Huo Zheng couldn't help but feel serious resistance, he didn't want to stay in that kind of place, it would make him feel as if he was being swallowed by something Lui.
Bar or hotel? No, there are some people who are familiar with his hobbies, and often wander in those places pretending to meet by chance... Today's Huo Zheng really doesn't have any intention to deal with those people.
Huo Zheng thought for a long time, until he realized that Lao Chen was going around the same block non-stop, only to realize that this city is so big, but he doesn't seem to have a place where he can rest easy.
Except... He Yunzhou's house.
Food, cats, messy and warm, little home.
Huo Zheng never realized that he would be so attached to that place.
"Let's go back to the Xingfu Garden Community."
When he realized it, Huo Zheng had already ordered Lao Chen to do so.
…
However, even if he unconsciously returned to the dilapidated and noisy neighborhood, Huo Zheng still had nowhere to stay.
Lao Chen drove away long ago, while Huo Zheng stood straight at the downstairs of the 14th Building of the Xingfu Community, raising his head and staring blankly at the floors that gradually turned on the lights in the twilight.
One floor, two floors, three floors...
Huo Zheng subconsciously counted the floors where He Yunzhou's house was located.
It seemed that just looking at that person's home from afar could make his heart a little warmer.
"Twenty-three floors."
When he counted to the twenty-third floor, which was He Yunzhou's house, Huo Zheng's heart beat a beat suddenly.
There was a man on the balcony of He Yunzhou's house.
And that person was leaning over, as if looking at him.
Huo Zheng's cell phone buzzed, and when he took it out, it happened to be a message from He Yunzhou.
[A boat shakes and shakes: Huo Zheng? ?]
[A small boat shakes and shakes: That person downstairs is you, right? What’s wrong with you? ? ? ! ! !]
A series of question marks and exclamation marks, He Yunzhou's anxiety and concern, rushed towards him in an instant.
The author has something to say: ----------------------------
Mr. Huo: I love him, no, I don’t love him, but I love him, no, no, I can’t love him... (pulling petals)
He Yunzhou: Ah, let’s cook a hollow thin noodle with chicken soup at night~ (simple and happy)