Husband is bad: evil president is not easy to mess with

Haiyue raised her head abruptly, and looked at Sikong Jingqiu with a dark and stern expression in astonishment, her throat felt as if it had been scalded with a soldering iron, and she was unable to speak.

Sikong Jingqiu raised his eyebrows, opened the photo album, took out the photo of the seaside that Haiyue had seen just now, pinched it in his hand, fiddled with it a few times with a cold expression, passed the photo in front of Haiyue, and said, "From here Let's start."

Haiyue trembled uncontrollably, holding the scissors, and froze there, without moving for a long time.

"What? Can't bear it?" Sikong Jingqiu stared at Haiyue's face, and there was an unmistakable flame hidden in his dark eyes.

Haiyue's face was as white as snow, she slowly stretched out her hand, and took the photo in Sikong Jingqiu's hand, her mind went blank, she raised her hand mechanically, and the scissors slowly fell down.

click-

As the piercing sound echoed in the quiet room, the photo was split in two, and half of Yun Yan's smile was cut off.

Haiyue looked at it, as if someone was stabbing her chest with a blunt instrument, causing heart-piercing pain.

The scissors cut out more than just a photo...

It's about all the memories with Yunyan...and her heart.

Sikong Jingqiu looked coldly at her expression of being overwhelmed with pain, opened the album expressionlessly, took out the photos one by one, and handed them to Haiyue.

Haiyue took the photos representing the past and memories with empty eyes, and cut them into pieces one by one...

My heart was hurting violently, and there was a voice in my head that kept shouting "No! That's the only thing left between her and Yunyan, and it can't be cut off", but the hand seemed to be locked and couldn't stop. It's like a curse, but it can't stop.

clack clack-

The cold metal sound rang continuously in the room, and the notes on the desktop quickly piled up into a hill...

Finally, there were no more photos in the album, and Haiyue, like a doll whose soul was taken out in an instant, shook slightly.

Can't fall down!

Putting down the scissors, Haiyue stretched out her hand, tightly grasped the edge of the desk, and stabilized her body, her voice was hoarse and broken as if she had been run over: "I really... just want to return the things to Yunyan..."

Sikong Jingqiu didn't answer her, just picked up the phone on the table, dialed the internal line, "Butler Li, come up here."

Haiyue didn't know why he suddenly called Li Butler, and she didn't want to know.She looked at Sikong Jingqiu eagerly, trying to make him believe her words, "Master Sikong—"

"Knock Knock Knock-"

Light and regular knocks on the door interrupted Haiyue's next words.

Haiyue wanted to say something else, but Sikong Jingqiu glanced at her and stopped her, "Come in."

The door was opened, and Steward Li walked in straight. When he saw the pile of messy cut notes on the table, he was slightly stunned, but he quickly realized, "Master, do you have any orders?"

Sikong Jingqiu glanced at the things on the table, and his eyes were stern, "Clean this up first, and I'll 'personally' go over and burn them later."

"Yes." Although Steward Li was puzzled by Sikong Jingqiu's sudden arrival, he didn't ask anything. He took out a huge, white cloth from his suit pocket and shook it out, quickly cleaned up the things on the table, and then stepped back. out.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

Haiyue clenched her fists and breathed deeply several times before mustering up the courage to continue the unfinished topic, "Master Sikong... I'm really just..."