2: C2 A transaction

C2 A transaction

Huang Xing's tears finally could no longer hold back and gushed out. He had always been strong and confident that his efforts would not be in vain. But at this moment, he felt as if all his beauty had been reduced to nothing. The angel in his heart was nothing more than an embodiment of vanity. He couldn't give her everything she wanted, and of course he couldn't really get her heart.

Hearing his wife's mocking, Huang Xing's heart felt as cold as ice. But he was still making a last effort, trying to persuade his wife to stay: Xiao Ran, you must believe that I am still young, that I will give you everything, that I will make you the happiest woman in the world.

He wanted to hold his wife and cry, to let her know how much he loved her, and how much he had promised. However, he did not do so. He was afraid of the coldness in his heart, so he could no longer cover up the love that was once engraved in his heart. It was said that marriage was the tomb of love, and he didn't know what to do to save the lost love and the marriage that was about to collapse. It came so suddenly that he felt it was like the end of the world. He did not dare to imagine how dark his life would be without love and joy.

Zhao Xiaoran smiled strangely, laid down flat on her back, and made an exaggerated pose, urging Huang Xing: Come, let me fulfill my duty as a wife for the last time. I still belong to you by six o'clock tomorrow morning.

Huang Xing wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

Zhao Xiaoran urged once more, seeing that Huang Xing still had not moved, he became angry: Huang Xing, where did your ability go, come! Let me tell you, there's no such shop after this village.

Huang Xing did not want to continue listening to his wife's words, because each and every word she said was like a knife, piercing through his heart time and time again. So much so that he suddenly wailed loudly!

How he wished that all of this was just a nightmare!

But reality was a thousand times clearer than dreams.

Huang Xing could not take it anymore and pushed Zhao Xiaoran's hand away: Have you said enough?

Zhao Xiaoran scoffed, "Don't not know how to appreciate favors." I, Zhao Xiaoran, have done my best! If it was anyone else, it would be impossible for me to marry a piece of trash like you! Don't take a wife until you can't bring happiness to a woman. That would only harm people...

Huang Xing's mind was about to collapse! As if he had gone mad, he shouted with all his might: Scram, Zhao Xiaoran, you scram!

Zhao Xiaoran immediately stood up: I've been waiting for you to say this!

She stood up straighter than usual and even slightly twisted her waist, as if showing off her good figure. One by one she dressed in slow motion, full of dissatisfaction and irony with life. For the first time, Huang Xing felt that the way his wife was dressed was actually similar to that of a young miss who had just completed her task. But he didn't know how to pay for the attempted transaction.

Yes, he thought it was more like a deal, the price of a deal, the equivalent of the grave of marriage.

While he was in deep thought and pain, he watched Zhao Xiaoran put on his clothes and walked out of the rented house. She took nothing with her but love. However, she had left Huang Xing with an endless amount of wealth. This wealth was called pain. There was nothing more stimulating than pain. It was like a step that could stop you from falling down, or it could allow you to step on it and stand on it even higher.

But the moment Zhao Xiaoran closed the door, she did not treat this pain as though it was wealth. Until the pain is chemically altered in the body, it is still pain.

Huang Xing roared crazily a few times and quickly put on his clothes. He suddenly felt like a coward. From a farmer's point of view, it was easier for flowers to be nourished on cow dung and flowers to bloom. But in this big city full of desire, the women who suffered from the wine and wine would rather cry in a BMW than be stuck on cow dung laughing. Recalling the good times from before, Huang Xing could not help but shed tears.

However, he immediately realized that it was already so late. How dangerous would it be if Zhao Xiaoran went out alone?

He rushed out of the rented room, not even able to zip up his pants. The girl next door, Ouyang Mengjiao, was washing her clothes on the fence, and when she saw Huang Xing rushing out like a flying immortal, she asked him, "Did you guys argue with Sister Ran?"

Before Huang Xing could answer her question, he had already run downstairs like a wisp of smoke. Without caring about the rest of the residents, he shouted loudly: Xiao Ran, Xiao Ran — —

He called Zhao Xiaoran's cell phone again and again.

But no one answered.

For the first time he took a taxi and looked around. In a single night, six hundred yuan in fare could not be exchanged for any clues. At 6 o'clock the next morning, he received a message from Zhao Xiaoran: Let's get divorced. If this goes on, it will be torture for me. Good gathering and good departure.

Huang Xing roared towards the sky!

At nine in the morning, Huang Xing prepared to go to Chengsheng Group to emphasize his work to the security on duty before heading directly to Zhao Xiaoran's work unit to find her. After experiencing such a long period of cold war, he didn't expect his wife to change her mind. If she insisted on getting a divorce, then that would be fine. The longer the pain, the shorter the pain. Although he still loved his wife dearly.

Riding on the bus to Chengsheng Group, the staff of Chengsheng Group had just started working. Just as he was about to enter the sentry pavilion to check the registration of last night's shift, the guard on duty suddenly told him one thing: Chengsheng Group had brought a beauty back to work, it was an extremely good time.

Huang Xing was not the least bit interested in this type of gossip. Furthermore, Chengsheng Group Huang Jinjiang was famous for picking the flowers and stirring up the grass, and bringing a beauty to the Chengsheng Group to show off was not something new. It was said that Huang Jinjiang had recently raised an 80 year old beauty. However, it had always been a rumor, and no one had ever seen it with their own eyes.

But in reality, in Huang Xing's heart, Huang Jinjiang was his savior. Ever since Huang Xing became a security guard here, Huang Jinjiang had always felt that Huang Xing was a talented individual. Through various aspects of nurturing and inspection, Huang Jinjiang recommended Huang Xing to the Security Company to be the security team leader of the Chengsheng Group project. Huang Xing had always been thinking about Huang Jinjiang's kindness, and Huang Jinjiang also began to think more and more highly of him. Using Huang Jinjiang's words, Huang Xing was a buried gold. As long as there was a chance, he would be able to shine.

In fact, Huang Jinjiang's judgement was not wrong. To be able to become the Chief of Staff, one must be proficient at discovering talent. Maybe Huang Xing was just a chess piece in his hands, after all the security guards were all part of the Chief of Staff's responsibility. If he could make someone he trusted become the leader of the security team, then he would be able to save a lot of trouble in certain areas. Furthermore, Huang Jinjiang had a good impression of Huang Xing's management skills and words. The security and management plans that Huang Xing had written made Huang Jinjiang exclaim in admiration. When Huang Xing was serving as a normal Security officer, Huang Jinjiang had already discovered his two specialties. Thus, whether it was in work or life, Huang Jinjiang was extremely concerned for Huang Xing. When Huang Xing was on duty, he often arranged for staff to bring him water and watermelon. He even invited Huang Xing to his house as a guest to drink and chat with him. To a normal Security officer, all of this was just a fantasy story. In the beginning, Huang Xing always felt overwhelmed, and even felt inferior to Director Huang's kindness. On the contrary, he was calling himself a brother, and was exceptionally attentive towards Huang Xing's growth.

To a certain extent, Huang Jinjiang was the great benefactor of Huang Xing's life. Without him, there would be no Huang Xing's current state.1

It was precisely because of this that Huang Xing didn't like people talking and spreading rumors about Huang Jinjiang. He slapped the guard on duty on the head: Work your shift for me, don't talk about other people's short term.

According to the normal course of events, as the leader of the security guards, Huang Xing should report this to Huang Jinjiang. But Huang Xing was worried that it would affect the beauty of the Director Huang, so he gave up. But he immediately thought of the assignment Director Huang gave him yesterday afternoon, so he quickly went to the sentry pavilion to make a new Security officer register, and quickly walked a few steps forward, preparing to send it to Director Huang.

At the entrance of Director Huang's office, just as Huang Xing was about to knock on the door, he heard a burst of feminine laughter coming from inside. Huang Xing suddenly felt that something was wrong, because the voice was too familiar to her! His heart was in turmoil as he made a detour to the window outside, summoning up the courage to look inside!

The entire world turned dark!

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