HCB Chapter 1322: Defeat the Ex-husband
Chapter 1322: Defeat the Ex-husband
Zhou Haoyu lowered the brim of his hat and stood outside Office 17, looking at the beautiful figure inside. His whole aura gradually became gloomy.
Seventeen answered the phone. It was from Qiyao. Qiyao usually called at the same time as when he was exercising, so Seventeen subconsciously checked the time. "Oh, it's time to get off work, Qiyao-kun. Are you going home to cook dinner or eating out first?"
Their life is now very peaceful and happy. After get off work, they sometimes go out to eat and then watch a movie, or go out for a walk. Sometimes they buy groceries and cook at home. After dinner, they curl up on the sofa or bed and watch TV. There are no arguments in their life. Even during the two months when Qi Yaojun misunderstood them, there was no quarrel. He still took care of his wife and their lives with his generous tolerance.
When it comes to being a husband, Qi Yao is far superior to Zhou Haoyu.
So why wouldn't Seventeen be satisfied? Qi Yao was the rare good man she encountered once in a century, possessing all the qualities she desired.
Qi Yao responded on the phone, Shiqi hung up happily, and began to clean up his desk.
Zhou Haoyu was standing outside the door, looking at the woman with a bright smile inside. Had the woman whom he had painstakingly planned for many years to marry already forgotten him?
If you loved him so much, why would you remarry just a few years after he left?
No, she'd already gotten married in a lightning-fast marriage less than a year after he'd left. Why? Was her love for him all fake? Was the love and affection she'd given him only worth that six months?
Hearing a sound coming from the corridor, Zhou Haoyu immediately dodged and climbed down the window, holding the water pipe and stepping on the iron hoop edge which was only two centimeters wide.
Qi Yao went upstairs and knocked on the door gently. As soon as he finished the call, he came up. It seemed that he had been waiting for the end of get off work.
Doctors in plastic surgery hospitals have a fairly light workload, and their busiest times are holidays, especially long holidays.
So those who work for foreign companies, large organizations or TV stations, basically, after a vacation, they will be completely different when they return to work.
Plastic surgery hospitals are usually quite busy, with relatively not that many people around, so it's understandable that Qi Yao is waiting to get off work.
"Dean." Qi Yao knocked on the door.
Seventeen smiled and looked up. Qi Yao knocked twice, then pushed the door open and entered the office. "Are you done packing?"
"Yeah." Seventeen walked towards Qi Yao with the bag. Qi Yao naturally took the bag from Seventeen's hand, put his arm around Seventeen's shoulder and walked out of the office.
The result of the discussion between the two people just now was to buy some vegetables, then go to Pizza Hut to buy a Hawaiian fruit flavored pizza, go home to cook one or two fresh dishes, and drink some drinks or beer, which is also pretty good.
When Qi Yao went downstairs, he turned around suddenly and saw the man in black standing at the door of Seventeen's office.
Qi Yao knew who the man was. His breath turned cold instantly. He subconsciously grabbed Shiqi's shoulders and hurried downstairs.
Seventeen looked up at Qi Yao, but didn't see if there was any special change in her husband. She raised her eyebrows and didn't ask anything. Her attention was directly shifted to what kind of vegetables to choose in the supermarket.
The two of them got in the car, Qi Yao resting his hands on the steering wheel. It was impossible for him to face it openly. How much effort had he put into marrying Shiqi? He used his morality and conscience to whip himself almost every day. He had endured a lot. He just wanted to have a home with the woman he loved and live a good life.
Why would someone who's already dead come back? This isn't his world anymore, why not just die and stay away?
Qi Yao couldn't remain calm, and for a moment he even thought about dying together with his wife. But when he glanced sideways at his wife sitting next to him, the impulse that had overcome his rationality gradually calmed down.
"Let's go to the supermarket first?" Qi Yao asked with a smile.
Seventeen was playing with her phone. Hearing this, she paused, then suddenly looked up at him with uncertainty in her eyes. Qi Yao was puzzled and subconsciously touched his chin. "What's wrong?"
"Didn't we always say that we would go to the supermarket first and then buy pizza?" Seventeen asked unexpectedly.
Qi Yao paused for a moment, then laughed again, "Okay, ah, my brain..."
He patted his head and started the car. Seventeen put his phone in his bag and said, "Why do I feel like you never listen to me? Where are you daydreaming?"
"I just remembered a client this afternoon whose scars covered more than two-thirds of his body. He needed skin grafting, fat filling, facial plastic surgery, and so on. There were dozens of surgeries, big and small, in total..."
Qi Yao frowned slightly. He'd mentioned this briefly to avoid Seventeen coming to him with a vengeance if Zhou Haoyu showed up later. After all, he hadn't intended to keep this a secret. He'd simply mentioned it without further explanation, saying that the past couldn't affect the present, that the people and events of the past weren't a big deal.
"Dozens of surgeries..." Seventeen shuddered subconsciously. "How pitiful! Was he burned?"
"Maybe, maybe there are other reasons." After saying this, Qi Yao didn't mention what happened in the afternoon again and drove directly to the supermarket.
After dinner, Shiqi watched TV while Qiyao closed the door in the study and made a phone call. He didn't dare to disturb Mr. Zhuang San with this matter, so he called Zai'an instead.
After Zai An hung up the phone, he immediately arranged for someone to check Zhou Haoyu's whereabouts to find out if he had any other intentions, and then come up with a countermeasure. But Zai An also had no intention of bothering Master Zhuang San with this matter.
Qi Yao had just hung up the phone when Zhou Lan'er called and said that the surgery location had been changed and they would like to have it done in South Korea.
Qi Yao readily agreed. Leaving the country would open up many more possibilities. First, while he was gone, he could carefully consider how to respond and how to tell Seventeen that he needed some time to calm down and handle the situation. Second, a surgery like Zhou Haoyu's, involving extensive skin grafting and fillers, was inherently risky. How many people had died on the operating table over the years?
Qi Yao walked out of the study and sat down next to Shiqi, who automatically leaned towards him.
"Whose phone number?"
"The client wants to change the surgery location and has asked a lot about the price."
Qi Yao's voice was soft and warm. Seventeen turned around to look at him, which was rare. He happened to meet his gentle and delicate gaze, which was full of affection. Seventeen smiled at Qi Yao and gently touched his face with his hand.
"Mr. Qiyao, why are you acting so cute? Be careful or I'll push you down and make circles and crosses on you, crosses and circles on you!" Seventeen rubbed Qiyao's face.
Qi Yao quickly pulled her hand away, saying that if she kept rubbing it, she would hurt his face.
"Watch your TV." Qi Yao changed the subject with a smile, "Hey, that woman is also the one who played that thing, right?"
Speaking of Qi Yaojun, what on earth do you have?
But Seventeen naturally responded: "Yes, yes, that's the heroine of the popular Palace last year."