Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

It turned out that he once really laughed. Why, he didn't know, but he didn't feel it. So, where did he forget his laugh?

He was the only security guard in the entire office building, and he was alone. He pulled the quilt on his body. Compared to the Chu family, it seemed that it was easier for him to fall asleep here.

No noise, no depression, no children.

He put his hand tightly in front of his chest, his thin lips clenching extremely tightly.

He shook his head from time to time, and some cold sweat kept falling from his forehead.

He stood outside the door alone, watching another man walk into a room, and then the door closed. He leaned against the wall and smoked a cigarette from time to time, and he threw it on the ground. A bunch of cigarette butts, the woman inside is his wife, and the man is his friend. He sold his wife's property with a non-significant contract, or sold it cheaply.

It doesn't matter to him whether there is that contract. What he wants is revenge, just revenge, but they stayed in the room for one night, and he was standing at the door all night.

Whose revenge is this kind of retaliation?

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and there was too much blood on the bottom of his eyes. He sat up and put his hands on his head. Everything he did four years ago, any expression He even remembered so clearly.

And even in the memory, he saw the regret on his face, and even jealousy. His fingers clenched the quilt on his body. That was just the beginning. His revenge began, but why, from the beginning he already I regret it.

He took out his own cigarettes from the cabinet on one side, and smoked them one after the other just like that day.

The next day, his face was very bad, and he had a lot of red blood in his eyes. Apparently, he didn't rest well last night. Du Jingtang bought breakfast for him. This man is obviously still hungry now, his wife He didn't say to come and see him, but made him a cousin, a big man worried every day.

"Cousin, here you go, eat," he put the simple breakfast in front of Chu Li, then pushed him, "if you don't eat, don't grab my food at noon."

Chu Lu stopped his movements and picked up the breakfast in front of himself. He ate very slowly and didn't have much taste.

"Cousin, how do I feel like you are torture yourself, what happened to you and cousin?" Du Jingtang suddenly stood up, it was really unbearable, Chu Lu took himself as a robot like this, is The machine should also have some rest time to get some oil.

Is he trying to exhaust himself like this?

"Cousin, even if that thing is a cousin, but four years have passed, what do you want? After it has passed, it has passed. She loves you so much, and you can forgive it, and you all It ’s a husband and wife, and it ’s important to be sympathetic to each other. Besides, you ’re not good at all before. ”Du Jingtang said that he did n’t like his heart, and he actually does n’t like Li Manni ’s woman anymore, but, After all, she is Chu Li's wife and his cousin. He has to help his family, right?

And he also hopes that their husband and wife live in harmony, otherwise the whole company will suffer.

Really, don't go on like this, a company, a Chu family, in this way, it will really drive everyone crazy.

"It has nothing to do with that," Chu Lu said indifferently, everything was his own problem, and had nothing to do with Li Manni.

Nothing to blame? Du Jingtang sat aside and stood up again a while later, I went back to my office. He couldn't persuade him, so he didn't see it, he left alone.

Chu Lu dropped the chopsticks in his hands, his eyes darkened, he pushed away the food in front of him, and picked up the information on the table again to see that today, he will be very busy and want to finish things because, He promised today that Li Manni would go back to eat with her at noon.

He promised that he had missed an appointment once and would not miss another appointment.

In the entire office, only the sound of his brushing on the paper, and the slightly low breathing of the man constantly sounded, and the female secretary at the door did not even dare to breathe. Their president recently lost his temper. It looks terrible, but when you are not afraid of temper, it seems even more terrible.

At 12 o'clock noon, Chu Li took a look at his wrist watch, and the hour hand meant exactly at 12 o'clock, he stood up, picked up his slightly wrinkled suit, and left without mercy. Go out.

Sitting in his car, he lit a cigarette again, watching the streets where people were coming and going, his eyes narrowed from time to time, suddenly, the cigarette between his fingertips, nothing like this The warning fell on his leg, and even almost burned his worthy suit pants.

He stared at the woman who was standing opposite him through the car window. From time to time, a car blocked his sight from time to time, but his eyes recognized the man extremely sharply.

His complexion began to get heavy, and his eyes fell straight on her face, such eyebrows, eyes, and that face, which made him familiar, and those who knew him thought he was dreaming now.

The woman's smile was so sweet that she hurried to herself, and the two walked into the mall together.

A car passed again, blocking Chu Lu's sight, and when he wanted to see it again, there was no one there.

He hurried down and ran forward.

There are too many people in the mall, but no one wants him. He looked around, looked, and put his hand on the side of the hand to hold it tightly, and now he just felt that his head was bleeding, and there was an almost crazy urge.

"Xia Yixuan!"

He bit out these three words, the name that made him wonder how to treat it, and the past that was buried in his memory.

She didn't die, she didn't die, no. . She died, and the car was given to her, so tell him who the woman he just saw was. He had to figure it out, he had to figure it out.

He understood that he wanted to find out, not only did the woman die, but also wanted to know whether he had ever hated the wrong person in his life.

He walked into his car, clenched the steering wheel hard, and his knuckles were almost ringing.