1087: C1087 He's Had Enough

C1087 He's Had Enough

The other day, he found the shoe, through the security cameras, through the neighbor's indictment, found the resident, a pair of shoes that was left outside, and anyone could pick it up, and that person didn't want to return it.

Uncle Lee thought that he would spend money to buy it back.

What right did he have to spend money to buy it back?

That was his thing. He had bought it for his woman, and the others wanted to wear it? That would depend on whether she had the ability or not.

He made all the people in that household lose their jobs within an hour, and he stood in front of their house. An hour later, he made calls, checked the residents, and checked the units.

He found the shoes that he had bought for her.

But he couldn't find the owner of the shoes.

He collected the pieces of fabric that she had cut into the house one by one. He hired the most skilled clothing supplement master in the entire Haicheng, the one who took turns, and the clothes that she had made for him and herself without any sleep or rest. All of them had been repaired.

Those suits, shirts, neckties, and evening dresses were hung back in the closet one by one.

He also wore the tie that she had given him. It was also supplemented.

Her evening dress was long and short, colorful and hung in the closet, but the owner of the dress was nowhere to be found.

Zhuang Yichen just closed his eyes and lay on the bed. Ever since he entered the room, he had not said a word.

He held his shoes in front of his chest and his chest began to tremble. He bit his lips and seemed to be in pain as he moved his body. He turned around and hugged his shoes even tighter. He was afraid that he would change the shape of his shoes, so he always closed his eyes and reached out to touch the shoes.

"Little Demon. . . " He shouted in a low voice.

"Where are you?"

. . . "Looks like this time, you'll have to torture me to death before you're satisfied. . . "

. . . "If you don't come back soon, I'm going to forget what you look like. . . "

"Qiu Xiaoyao! You bastard! I wish I could f * cking forget what you look like!" Zhuang Yichen curled up and started to twitch. He felt that he had never felt this much pain before.

He could hold back the grudge of killing his mother. He could conserve his energy. He could lay low for many years and defeat his enemies with one move. He could attack with his schemes and get rid of the executioners of the Zhuang family with Jiang Zhao.

However, Xiaoya, just like that, he came over in pain day by day. He could not hold it in anymore and could not lie low.

He did not have a target to run around randomly like this. He could not catch her, and he had no idea where she had gone to.

He was afraid, afraid that he wouldn't be able to see her again.

Every day, when his subordinates came to report that there was no news, he swore that this would be the last day, the last time. This would definitely be the last time he would send someone out to find her.

He had enough!

Tomorrow, he would not look for her again. It was none of his business if she wanted to live or die outside.

But the next morning, when he came together, he forgot about the vow he made yesterday. He furiously sent people out to search for needles in the sea. Was it like this now?

She was really ruthless. She did not call her home phone, Xia Qian did not call, and Ye Er did not call either.

He even monitored the QQ and email of these people. But there was not a single message from her.

Just now, just now.

When he threw away the documents, he swore again that it was the last time. Today was the last time. He had almost forgotten about her. It had been so long, and he could not find anything that he should not have forgotten. Why did he keep those memories?

However, when he touched the blanket and the shoes that he had bought for her, he wavered again. He said to himself, "Tomorrow! I'll go look for her for the last time tomorrow. If I can't find her tomorrow night, then I'll never look for her again!"2

He piled up the things that he had cut up piece by piece. He did not dare to wash or wear them, but if he did not wear them, he would not be able to sleep.

In the past few years, he hadn't bought a single piece of clothing by himself. It had all been personally sewn by her hands.

Broken, completely broken, all ruined.

He didn't have Jiang Zhao's family. Even though Jiang Zhao's parents were divorced, they still cared for him.

He didn't have Qin Feiyan's family background, and the Qin family was the best in Haicheng.

What he had was the family business left behind by the Zhuang family's grandfather. Just based on that little bit, his years of hard work had accumulated to this extent. He was one of the top hidden tycoons on the wealth ranking list. However, these were all things that he had worked out over the years. Without the help of his father, without the support of his brothers, he would not be able to do anything.

Now that he had achieved success and fame, he had killed his enemies, but no one had shared it with him.

He had always had nightmares. When he had nightmares in the middle of the night, he would put on his clothes and drive to Qingfeng Garden, where he could have a good sleep.

She never lied to him. He would give everything she wanted.

Because she never hid anything. Except for Kang Yiyun, it was also because he didn't ask.

She wanted a name. He gave her a name.

She wanted a house, and he gave her a house.

She wanted a car, he gave her money to buy it.

He agreed that she wanted to break up.

After breaking up, he still couldn't find another woman to sleep with, so he continued to pester her.

She wanted to get married. When he was in such a difficult situation, he also agreed to her.

Even if he told her to wait a little longer. . . But she insisted on a marriage. . . Fine, he would give it to her too.

When he saw how envious she was of Ye Er's wedding, he thought that he could not treat his woman unfairly. Then, what he could make up for was giving her those romantic feelings that he had never given her before.

But. . .

In order to hide her well, he did not eat with her outside. Only a few times, he had to prepare for nearly half a month in advance before he dared to call her out for a meal.

In order to hide her well, every time she attended her new product launch, she would bring a female companion to sit in her VIP seat. Seeing her receive flowers and applause, seeing the joy of success on her face, he could not help but want to get close to her, so he could only secretly hide backstage.

He hid a woman for four years. Because her marriage was announced to the public ahead of time, it brought about the disaster of killing. He knew that at that time, she must have been frightened out of her wits. It was all his fault.

He had been hiding women for four years, and because he had no choice but to hurt them, they left him. . .

"Little demon. . . I didn't mean it. . . I didn't mean it. " He clenched his teeth so tightly that they made gurgling sounds. When he heard the song his mother sang for him when he was young, he started to cry. It was so oppressive that his entire body was twitching. Trembling, he wanted to grab it. . . He would never be able to catch it. You really don't have anything to lose. . . No, nothing anymore. . . "

Nothing was more painful than suppressing the pain. Zhuang Yichen's pain was something he had never experienced before.

He thought that everything was under his control. He thought that nothing would escape from his plan, just like what happened to Zhuang Yifeng.

He had planned it out. Although the plan was brought forward because of the marriage, it was still carried out step by step in his plan.

Before the servants in this villa changed, there were spies everywhere. There were eavesdroppers everywhere. He could not touch those spies and could not disassemble the eavesdroppers. He could only treat Xin Mann well and let Zhuang Yifeng know that Xin Mann had finally betrayed him.

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