If the assistant hadn't stopped Huo Zheng, Huo Zheng doubted that he would not be able to control his emotions and give Su Ziliu a few more blows. The latter fell to the ground, curled up because of the pain, and it took a long time to get up from the ground with difficulty.
Su Ziliu clutched his abdomen, breathing heavily, and his eyes were red.
"Aaron...why don't you believe me..."
Su Ziliu whispered in pain, not so much as a question, but more like talking to himself to some extent,
Huo Zheng looked at him coldly, his gaze as sharp as a knife's edge.
"Do you think you are qualified to ask me why I don't believe you?"
Huo Zheng asked sarcastically.
"I warn you, don't let me hear a single word about him from your mouth again—you're so dirty it makes me sick."
The tyrannical emotions that had been suppressed all this time were churning in Huo Zheng's heart, almost making him unable to control himself.
"Mr. Huo, forget it... forget it... it's not good if someone catches you outside..."
The assistant stood between the two of them tremblingly, and when he turned his head, seeing Huo Zheng's expression at this time, the hairs all over his body were about to explode.
He had never seen Huo Zheng so terrifying.
"..."
Huo Zheng took a deep breath, the assistant's words made him somewhat sober.
Ignoring Su Ziliu any more, he turned his head and walked towards his car.
At this moment, he only felt that the small area where Su Ziliu had stayed was filthy, which made him sick.
"Huo Zheng—"
Su Ziliu shouted behind him, not using his English name, but directly calling his name,
And Huo Zheng didn't look back at all, but it was precisely because of this that he missed the particularly ferocious expression on that person's back.
Su Ziliu reached into his pocket and touched his mobile phone.
Huo Xiaoyun was right.
Su Ziliu thought secretly in his heart.
Huo Zheng would never believe what he said now, even if he had seen it with his own eyes.
That fellow He Yunzhou has completely bewitched Huo Zheng.
"You will regret this."
"You, you will regret it."
Su Ziliu gritted his teeth, and whispered an unusually vicious whisper.
However, the only response to him was the bleak wind from under the Huo's building.
…
On the other side, after being separated from Su Ziliu, Huo Zheng was immersed in low air pressure.
Although it wasn't obvious, Huo Zheng was not affected by Su Ziliu at all as he had shown himself—
"Damn it."
A curse escaped involuntarily.
Huo Zheng covered his face in the car.
Of course, he never had any doubts about He Yunzhou because of what Su Ziliu said.
In fact, it was because he knew He Yunzhou too well that Huo Zheng was so angry when he heard those lies.
Anyone who knows a little bit about He Yunzhou knows that the matter of "fooling around with men outside" is a fantasy for him.
In fact, Huo Zheng was angry because of himself. If he hadn't known himself and fell in love with him, his Yunzhou would never have appeared in the mouth of that kind of person, nor would he have been surrounded by such a dirty person. Behind the scenes.
His low air pressure lasted until he got out of the car and stepped into the now-familiar residential building.
In a gloomy mood, Huo Zheng came to He Yunzhou's house unknowingly.
The familiar gate appeared in front of him, and Huo Zheng instinctively quickened his pace, and his heart, which seemed to be wrapped in mud, became a little more relaxed.
But the moment he was about to knock on the door, his movements suddenly slowed down.
Because it wasn't until this time that he remembered that He Yunzhou didn't cook today.
Huo Zheng stood blankly in front of He Yunzhou's door, his mood plummeted to the lowest point.
Perhaps, more or less, he was indeed affected...
In the past few days, he always felt that He Yunzhou's attitude towards him was strange and indifferent.
[That person cheated. He cheated on you tonight and fooled around with other men outside. I saw it with my own eyes—]
Unconsciously, Su Ziliu's words rang in Huo Zheng's ears.
"Tut—"
His whole body shivered involuntarily because of his disgust.
It was at this time that the closed door in front of him was suddenly opened.
"A Zheng?"
Wearing old and soft home clothes, He Yunzhou looked at Huo Zheng standing at the door in astonishment.
"Did something happen?"
He looked at Huo Zheng who hadn't spoken for a long time, and asked extremely worriedly.
Knowing that Huo Zheng was at his door was because the property manager called.
After all, after Huo Zheng got off work, it was already very late.
The neighbor's old lady was very vigilant. After several observations, she found that Huo Zheng had been quietly staying at He Yunzhou's door and did not leave. She was so frightened that she almost called the police...
Although He Yunzhou himself had been flustered for a long time after discovering his intentions, and made up his mind to keep a little distance from Huo Zheng to calm himself down, but in such a situation, no matter what, it was impossible for him to stay by himself. house as an ostrich.
Moreover, at the moment when he opened the door and saw the lost man, He Yunzhou only felt his heart suddenly become soft and sour.
"Why didn't you knock? Did something happen?"
He Yunzhou stretched out his hand, trying to grab Huo Zheng.
"Do not touch me!"
Unexpectedly, Huo Zheng almost jumped up on the spot as if frightened.
He Yunzhou froze in place for an instant.
"I'm so dirty..."
Huo Zheng let out a small moan, and when he met He Yunzhou's bewildered face, he realized what he just said.
"I, I met a guy today who..."
Huo Zheng was so flustered that he was about to pass out, he tried to explain, but the moment he opened his mouth, he found that he didn't want He Yunzhou to get in touch with that person, and even the slightest bit of those slanders.
"He's disgusting, I said something to him, but just like that, I feel so... disgusting..."
Huo Zheng calmly took off his suit that Su Ziliu had touched, and he planned to destroy it immediately after returning home.
"Huh—to put it bluntly, it's just some work matters, there's nothing to talk about."
When it came to what followed, Huo Zheng simply brought Su Ziliu's matter to him vaguely.
Then, he lowered his eyes, his expression was a little gloomy, but he still cheered up and said with a smile: "You still have to rush the draft, right, I... I'll go first."
"Do you want to drink something before going up?"
Just at this moment, he heard He Yunzhou behind him asking softly.
Huo Zheng's footsteps that were still walking outside immediately stopped in disobedience.
"Will it be too much trouble?"
He asked in a low voice, wanting to refuse but still welcoming.
"The wine I made before is ready, and I just need someone to help me taste it."
He Yunzhou pursed his lips, hiding his smile and said.
Huo Zheng's mood brightened almost visibly with the naked eye, and he followed He Yunzhou happily into the living room with a hint of joy.
Then…
His eyes were glued directly to the roses in the center of the living room, which were placed on the tea table.
Those roses are very beautiful and very fragrant, and they were carefully raised in a glass vase, and then placed in the most conspicuous position of the whole family.
Huo Zheng only felt his head "buzz" for a moment, and at that moment, tiny cracks seemed to appear in the whole world.
"what is that… "
It was obvious that he could hardly breathe, but Huo Zheng could still hear himself asking He Yunzhou in a calm voice.
No madness, no hysteria, no screaming.
His soul seemed to have been squeezed out of his body, and it was screaming madly at him right now.
"Why did you think of buying roses?"
He could even tease He Yunzhou pretending to be joking.
Maybe his performance at this time was indeed too good, and He Yunzhou didn't even notice his strangeness.
"Ah, um, I went out to dinner with my friend today, and he ordered the wrong flower, so I had to take it home... Fortunately, the guy didn't order a lily, otherwise the flower would just stay in the trash can gone."
He Yunzhou stayed in the kitchen with his back turned to Huo Zheng, poured some glutinous rice flour into a big bowl, and was rubbing glutinous rice balls for Huo Zheng to eat in the fermented rice.
Ever since he had that dream, he was always a little uncomfortable facing Huo Zheng, so he always used the pretext of making food to hide in the kitchen so that he would not lose his composure.
Up until now, he hadn't figured out what expression he should use to continue facing Huo Zheng, so he kept his ready-to-move heart in such trepidation, He Yunzhou really didn't have the leeway to pay attention to Huo Zheng's various small emotions like he used to.
"Friend? What friend?"
Huo Zheng's voice came from afar again.
"Ah, it's a long story... It's a friend I haven't seen for a long time, and he is quite successful now. Speaking of which, you should know him, Li Fu, is the original author of the manuscript I accepted before, you know of."
"The author of that novel you like very much?"
Huo Zheng felt that the roots of his teeth were a little itchy, no matter how he restrained himself, the sour taste still came out uncontrollably.
He stood in the living room bitterly, looking at He Yunzhou's back, feeling extremely conflicted.
On the one hand, he only felt that his appearance of being jealous was really disgraceful, but on the other hand, he secretly hoped that He Yunzhou could realize something so that he could comfort himself so that he could feel at ease...
"Didn't you say that you don't plan to accept the draft of that book?"
Huo Zheng walked around the coffee table involuntarily while talking.
He coldly looked at the perfect roses, and the more he looked at them, the more he felt that they were extremely unpleasant.
What made him even more upset was that many of his words had already been said so clearly, and He Yunzhou still remained unmoved.
"But isn't he my friend... Oh, by the way, he even gave us a leg of lamb back then, and you enjoyed it too."
When He Yunzhou's reply came from the kitchen, Huo Zheng felt that the nerve in charge of "reason" in his mind snapped and suddenly broke.
"boom-"
He Yunzhou was startled by a crisp sound of glass shattering.
After leaving the kitchen, he saw at a glance that the flowers and vases in the living room had been broken on the ground.
And in the wreckage of the flower, stood Huo Zheng with an unsteady expression.
The author has something to say: Huo Zheng: I didn't do it, it was the cat.
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