The Arrogant Wife of CEO

She took a step forward and stepped on the city workers who were digging the snow. She staggered forward and walked aimlessly.    

Colorful lights were hung on the roadside trees on both sides. There were Christmas trees and gift boxes piled at the entrance of the shop. Today was Christmas Eve...    

However, in this festive atmosphere, there was a song in Mandarin in front of a store. It was the cool song of the TV series Three Lives Three Lives.    

The night is getting colder. The flowers turn into frost when they fall to the ground. You look at it from afar. All the Twilight has been used up.    

If you don't think about it, it will be hard for you to look at each other.    

Yao Yao, why did you give up in your previous life? The heart of the sea is boundless. You even pretended to be neither hurt nor hurt.    

It's all an illusion!    

The cold night turned into a river for you and protected me like spring mud.    

The light years filled his lover's sleeves, and the beautiful scenery flowed into the water!    

The cool will of the heavens is overflowing with the colors of flowers, falling into the mortal world and hurting me.    

It was easy for him to bring disaster upon himself. [I'm going through a tribulation of emotions...] A broken heart. 'And a bit of the hatred from my past life...'    

The sad and beautiful tune accompanied Hai Xiaomin's lone figure as she gradually walked away, drowning in the snow.    

Tears blurred her vision as the snow dyed her hair and eyebrows white. When she regained her senses and felt the coldness, she stroked her abdomen and turned her head to see the bus stop by the roadside.    

She walked over.    

The bus stop in this city was very human-like. It was made into the shape of a small glass house. The orange lights inside looked very warm. The weather in the snow was waiting for the bus to warm up.    

There were only a few people on the bus station. There was only a couple chatting and laughing, and a middle-aged man who was wrapped up in a thick layer of clothes and was rubbing his hands to keep warm.    

The small house was indeed much warmer. Before the snow melted, Hai Xiaomin patted off the snowflakes on her head and clothes. Her small hands were already red from the cold.    

"I thought that after being a quasi-mother, she would really be given an ability to not be afraid of the cold." A man's mellow and somewhat mocking voice came from the side.    

Hai Xiaomin turned her head and looked at the middle-aged man beside her. She was not that surprised that the other party appeared here, "I am not alone now..."    

Nimo also turned his head to look at her. There was a trace of gratification in his eyes. Very good. Although he looked like he hated the world and wanted to die, at least he still cared about something.    

If he cared about something, there was still hope!    

"What happened? Are you willing to share it with an unimportant person like me? Maybe I can help you. " Nimo took out an eggplant box from under his coat's chest, opened it, and took out a piece. He held it in his mouth, but did not intend to light it up.    

"It's nothing. It's just a divorce. It's not a big deal..." Although she said it was not a big deal, a new wave of tears came. Hai Xiaomin only hated herself for not being able to live up to her expectations and could not do anything else.    

"Oh, so it is a divorce..." Nimo thought about it and added, "That, my condolences."    

This comforting sentence did not seem to have any effect. Hai Xiaomin covered her mouth and sobbed softly.    

Nimo was also helpless and sighed deeply. "I understand your feelings. When my ex-wife divorced me, I also felt that the world was dark. But in fact, after a few years, you will remember today's suffering. You will realize that it is just like that. His heart still ached, but he was already surrounded by a brand new life. I have a new source of happiness."    

He wanted to tell her that there was no hurdle that couldn't be overcome!    

Hai Xiaomin still cried.    

Nimo stroked his mouth. Even he himself disliked himself. At a time like this, no matter how much chicken soup was poured into his heart, it was useless. It was even more practical than a shoulder. "If you don't mind, I will lend you my shoulder."    

Hai Xiaomin wiped her tears and stubbornly raised her small face. She choked and said, "Thank you, I am fine..."    

"Alright, look at how you are crying. You are still fine." Nimo acted like he doted on his own daughter. He coaxed Hai Xiaomin and took the initiative to press her head against her chest.    

"Wuuuu ~" Hai Xiaomin did not dodge. She buried her head in Nimo's chest and sobbed silently. This movement attracted a pair of lovers beside them to watch curiously. Just as the bus arrived, they left the platform.    

Nimo stood straight and patted Hai Xiaomin's back lightly. "After you cry, you still have to pull yourself together. Your brilliant life will not stop because of a stinky man who makes you cry. Have you thought about where you are going next?"    

"I don't know..." She didn't have a single coin on her. In this foreign country, it seemed like there was no place for her to stay at all.    

Nimo watched as the bus left. "Then, how about we go to my place first and settle down?"    

Hai Xiaomin still had to choose?    

After a few turns, she followed Nimo back to his place.    

It was not Hai Xiaomin's first time here. She was also picked up by Nimo previously. When she left, she even left a pool of blood on the bed sheet. Thinking of this, it was quite embarrassing.    

"I usually live alone. I have been running around outside all day and rarely come back. I might have left some dust behind. I will clean up later. You should stay in the room you slept in before." Nimo fiddled with the items in the living room. When he saw his clumsy appearance, he knew that this coarse man was not good at housework.    

"I'll help you." Although she had a big belly, Hai Xiaomin did not really treat herself as a little ancestor. She also asked him to take her in. After all, she was not too embarrassed.    

Nimo originally did not want her to interfere. If it really did not work, he could call a clock. But seeing Hai Xiaomin's haggard expression, he swallowed his words. If she did not do something to divert her attention now, she would probably go crazy.    

On the other side, Ling Yao woke up and the marriage tied to him was settled. Old Nazhi returned to Rose Villa and left Laecia to take care of Ling Yao.    

There was no better time to let the two young men develop their relationship. Without Hai Xiaomin as an obstacle, they could start over again. Laecia was confident that this time, Ling Yao would fall in love with her!    

As for when Ling Yao would recover his memory, compared to Laecia hoping that the later the better, Old Nazhi did not want to force it. Maybe it was because he wanted something different, or maybe it was Hai Xiaomin's words that inadvertently shook his hardened heart.    

If Ling Yao could recover his memory after the engagement, it would be heaven helping him. If he recovered his memory earlier, even if those little guys were lucky.    

In the carriage, Old Nazhi and Ian sat opposite each other, each having their own thoughts on their minds. They did not speak along the way.    

When they arrived at Rose Villa, before they had time to rest, a servant came to report that a guest had been waiting for a long time.    

In the living room, Old Nazhi saw the person who came and felt very strange. "Louis, why are you here?"    

"What's wrong? Don't you welcome me?" Louis smiled.    

"If you are here to visit me, of course you are welcome." Louis was a member of the LY's board of directors, but he had an identity before he entered the LY. He was Old Nazhi's distant cousin, and could be considered to be related to the Nazhi family. However, Louis was indecisive in this aspect, and he had always looked down on Old Nazhi.