824: C824 Without Her He Would Rather Die than Live

C824 Without Her He Would Rather Die than Live

2Huo Zhiqian was sitting behind his desk, looking at the plates. A familiar female voice came from the big screen. "Mr Yann? Are you really Mr Yann?"

"No matter what, I have to help you with this. "

"I love you. . . "

Huo Zhiqian was actually recollecting the bits and pieces of memories he had with that girl.

He used the camera to record everything about Le Youyou.

How much he loved that girl.

He heard the pure and somewhat hoarse voice of the woman from the big screen hanging on the wall. Huo Zhiqian looked at the woman on the screen with deep affection. Qiao Yanran was instantly nailed to the ground.

In order to remember that woman, he actually rejected her, this newly wedded wife.

The more he did not want to see her, the more he did not want her to disturb his memories of his sweetheart, the more she wanted to go in.

He could not love her, but he couldn't trample her future and marriage under his feet.

Qiao Yanran took a deep breath and raised her hand. Just as she was about to open the door, Huo Zhiqian, who was inside, suddenly saw her. He immediately turned off the big screen and walked over.

"I heard everything. You can't hide it from me even if you turn off the screen. " Qiao Yanran said, "You love her very much, right? But you can't get her! She is a woman from the Gong family. "

Huo Zhiqian had gotten Le Youyou before, but it was only her body.

She didn't love him at all, and she hated him.

When he thought about Le Youyou returning to Gong Mingchuan's side, he felt uncomfortable in his heart. It was simply painful.

He would rather she die in the sea than mutate into a Butterfly Man and return to Gong Mingchuan's side.

"Yanran. . . " Huo Zhiqian said, "I am already working hard to accept you. " He pushed Qiao Yanran to the wall, took a step forward, and pressed her lips.

He did not know if it was because he did not love her, but he did not have any feelings for her.

He pushed Qiao Yanran away again and stretched out his hand to tidy her tie.

Seeing Huo Zhiqian's indifferent expression, Qiao Yanran sneered. "Just now, you were cussing me to see if you could accept a woman other than Le Youyou. . . . ”

Indeed, Huo Zhiqian did not love Qiao Yanran. Regarding this kind of marriage, he deeply hated it.

But he had always been a sensible person. He needed the power of the Qiao family.

He asked his secretary to stop Qiao Yanran, but she actually went upstairs directly.

It seemed that she wanted to force him to make a choice.

He had never told anyone about his feeling of monopolizing Le Youyou.

Because of the mission, he had been paying attention to this human body experiment called Le Youyou since he was young.

He had secretly observed her for so many years. Every time he saw her with another man, no matter who that man was to her, he would feel uncomfortable.

On the way back from Country F, he had been hunted down by the Gong family's sniping team.

When he was running on the road, all the cars and pedestrians on the road became strange and strange in his eyes.

The red and green lights changed from afar, but he was still confused.

In fact, regardless of whether Le Youyou admitted it or not, her every move really affected his mood.2

She could not continue to stay like this with him, or else she was really afraid that she would lose both her heart and person one day.

If he had been strong enough to obtain all of her people, she would still love Gong Mingchuan and not him. Even if he had the life to escape back to the country, he would definitely live a life worse than death in the future.

He knew that he had to lock his heart and love her.

However, his mind kept thinking about Gong Mingchuan, Qu Le Youyou. . .

That was his girl, she originally belonged to him.

It was only because he was missing from Youyou's side all those years ago that Gong Mingchuan took the opportunity to take advantage of her.

Once he thought about it, he wouldn't feel pain at all.

Without Le Youyou, he would rather die than live.

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