Monstrous CEO: Wife, don’t run away

Chapter 150 Nine: What should I do?

The phone next to her rang again and again, but Xiao Tong didn't want to answer those inexplicable calls.

My own sky has collapsed, what is more important than letting myself lose hope of life?

It's just that Xiao Tong's phone is like an always aggressive warrior, no matter how depressed Xiao Tong's mood is, it still rings stubbornly.

The first calls were from Yanni, then a few office calls, and even more calls from Qin Yi.

What is even more ironic is that Xiao Ya also made two phone calls to Xiao Tong.

Looking at Xiao Ya's call, Xiao Tong's heart was bleeding.

If the woman who committed adultery with An Jie was someone else, even though Xiao Tong's heart was piercingly painful, at least she would not despair.

But this woman is Xiao Ya.

Xiao Ya, who is still underage.

Xiao Tong regards Xiao Ya so seriously, even more important than his own life.

But what about her?What has she done for herself?

However, Xiao Tong was disappointed that she never got An Jie's call from the beginning.

Is he really that busy?

And maybe he didn't even bother to explain to himself what happened last night?

But what's the use of him calling?

It's impossible for me to pick it up.

An Jie's mistakes are not worthy of his forgiveness, including Xiao Ya.

Xiao Tong felt that no matter how generous her heart was, she would never forgive the two of them this time.

The two people closest to me betrayed me like this.

Finally, the phone fell silent.

Xiao Tong was finally able to hide alone in a dark corner alone, licking her already bloody wound and secretly enduring this cruel treatment from God.

Tears have already dried up, leaving only a body like a walking corpse.

The soul is gone, and life seems meaningless.

For a whole afternoon, Xiao Tong lived in the pain caused by An Jie and Xiao Ya.

When the night fell quietly, Xiao Tong just walked out of his office with a weak body.

At this time, all colleagues in the company have already left work.Without the hustle and bustle of the day, in the dark office there are only lonely writing desks and piles of heavy documents, which numbly become Xiaotong's painful spectators against the backdrop of the dim environment.

Qin Yi didn't know where he went, maybe he went home.

Xiao Tong smiled bitterly, no one is willing to live in other people's sorrow, let alone he has troubled him for two whole days.

After locking the door of the office, Xiao Tong weakly pulled the bag in his hand and went downstairs.

Instead of taking the elevator, she chose the steps, and the bag in her hand was hanging weakly on the floor, making muffled friction sounds against the stairs as Xiao Tong's footsteps moved slowly downstairs.

The entire office building was emptied very early in the evening, and occasionally a few people who worked overtime hurriedly took the elevator and went straight to their homes.

And where is his home?Was it in the three-bedroom house that Anjie had bought for her?

And maybe that house was originally purchased by An Jie for Xiao Ya?

Everything is a hoax, it turns out that everything is a hoax!

Originally, it was good not to think about it and not to cry anymore, but Xiao Tong's tears rushed again.

It is impossible for her not to think about it, if her heart is still beating, if she still cares about any one of An Jie and Xiao Ya, it is impossible for her not to think about them.

Blood is thicker than water, but Xiao Tong was betrayed by his own sister.

This bloody plot that was only seen in TV dramas was dramatically encountered by Xiao Tong.

And Xiao Tong's pain was magnified again in her constant assumptions and associations.

"Heh...hehehehehehe..." In the empty office building and the lonely staircase, only a woman's sleepy laugh can be heard.

Suddenly, she really wanted to go back to the old house to see the bricks and tiles there, the sweet-scented osmanthus there...

Where is your real home.

It takes 40 minutes to take the bus, and Xiao Tong walked for nearly three hours.

The soles of the feet are worn out, and the legs are as heavy as lead...

As if without a soul, Xiao Tong just indifferently walked through the bustling street, the noisy crowd, and the noisy flow of people.

The bag in her hand was also dragged on the ground indifferently by her, and Xiao Tong's weird behavior attracted the doubtful and curious eyes of passers-by.

However, at this moment, Xiao Tong has no time to care about other people's eyes and feelings. In such an impetuous world, who can control whom?

Finally, Xiao Tong came near the entrance of the alley where the old house was.

At this time, the entrance of this alley is being demolished, and several excavators are working around the clock on the construction site.

The trash can that she once threw into a set of evening dresses worth 3 yuan has long since ceased to exist.

Everything here is changing quietly.

Perhaps in a few months more changes will be made here.

Xiao Tong dragged her heavy steps with one foot deep and one shallow foot, and finally walked into the street she was familiar with, the familiar atmosphere and everything she was once familiar with.

After walking for a few more minutes, Xiao Tong finally walked to the gate of his old house quietly.

At first, he left because he was avoiding An Jie.

Now, he came back because of being hurt by An Jie.

The luxuriant osmanthus tree in the courtyard is proudly stretching her branches to the outside of the courtyard.

The faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus blows towards the face, Xiao Tong closes a pair of sore eyes from crying too much, and quietly breathes in all the atmosphere belonging to the old house.

Yes, that's exactly what it tastes like.It smells warm and reassuring.

Xiao Tong sniffed the smell desperately, the great pain in her heart was a little bit precipitated by the peace of mind brought to her by the old house at this time.

He took out the key of the old house from the bag, put the key ### in the rusted iron lock, and with a muffled sound of "click——", the iron lock was opened by Xiao Tong like he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Om-"

Suddenly, Xiao Tong's tranquility was broken by a phone call.

Seeing that it was an unfamiliar number, Xiao Tong turned off the phone decisively. At this moment, she just wanted to stay in the old house for a while.

Pushing open the door of the old house, the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus that was just smelled outside the courtyard rushed towards Xiao Tong even more intensely.

The worn soles seemed to have healed at this moment, Xiao Tong's face showed a long-lost smile under the faint light.

"Dad, the sweet-scented osmanthus trees you planted back then have grown up, will you come back often to see them?" Xiao Tong whispered softly standing in front of the sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the courtyard.

Behind him, there was a breeze blowing, which seemed to be the comfort of his father's love for Xiao Tong.

"Dad, you said back then that after you left, I was the mountain of this family..." Xiao Tong's eyes turned red again: "But Dad, now my daughter's mountain has collapsed... Tell me, what should I do?" What should I do? How should I face it?" Xiao Tong continued to murmur, and she leaned against the torso of one of the sweet-scented osmanthus trees, tears pouring down again.

There is a kind of tears called letting go, but how should Xiao Tong let go?

The slender body once again limply followed the thick trunk of the osmanthus tree behind him on the cold ground, and a few scattered osmanthus petals quietly drifted past Xiao Tong's eyes.

At this moment, Xiao Tong is like a rootless duckweed in the water, letting his vague consciousness float and float in the breath of the old house.