Huo Yan returned to the office, and just opened the door, his brows were slightly raised.
There was a familiar smell in the air, which was his favorite clear body fragrance.
"Boss Huo."
Chen Chu's voice sounded from the side, "Miss An came an hour ago, and told me not to notify you."
Huo Yan hummed, and walked in, so fast that Chen Chu only had time to open his mouth.
Why.
Chen Chu shut his mouth. He was about to tell Mr. Huo that something was wrong with Miss An today. When he went in to deliver tea, he found that she had maintained the same posture for an hour¡ª¡ª
Huo Yan's eyes scanned the office, and finally stayed on the office chair.
A slender person is curled up in a chair, obviously the chair is not very wide, but it seems to wrap her whole body in it.
She was facing the large floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside the window was the lonely sunset of the western mountains. The remaining rays of the sun were about to be swallowed by dark clouds. She sat motionless, her back revealing a feeling of depression and depravity.
Huo Yan's eyes darkened a little.
"An Xinning."
He walked up behind her, covering her eyes with his big hand seemingly casually, "What are you thinking?"
An Xinning still didn't move, the sunset in front of her eyes turned into darkness, and she had the illusion that she was about to fall into the abyss in the next moment, but the big hand covering her eyes was warm and powerful, and firmly grasped her falling body.
In the next second, Huo Yan had already come to her, "In a bad mood?"
This little fairy has always done a lot of evil, and it is rare to have such a quiet and lonely appearance, but he doesn't like it at all.
not at all.
He likes to look at her sly eyes, likes her smile showing everything under control, likes her
An Xinning suddenly stretched out her hands and hugged him tightly.
"Huo Yan."
There was deep self-mockery in her husky tone: "Now I finally know why I have a stomach full of bad water."
Outsiders said that she acted recklessly, that she was scheming, and thought that it was because of her status as a daughter that she was so bad.
It turned out not to be.
"It's because of heredity."
An Xinning laughed, and a crystal teardrop slowly fell from the corner of her eye, "My mother is an out-and-out bad person, and I look like her, and I am also a bad person."
Victim blaming.
Thinking of these words, her heart tightened uncontrollably, and her mother's gentle look appeared before her eyes, and at the same time, she seemed to see the picture of her mother writing the letter with cold eyes.
So what was her previous behavior?
In the factory building, in the hospital, what is her guilt and sympathy for the victims?
It's just a cat crying for a mouse.
An Xinning buried her face in his suit, her shoulders trembling invisibly.
She is such a ridiculous big stupid big stupid pig.
No wonder Deng Wanling said they were cleaner than her.
Indeed.
What position does she have, what qualifications does she have to say that they are shameful and despicable? Little did he know that the most embarrassing person was himself.
Huo Yan supported her shoulders with both hands, pushed her away slightly, then squatted down, facing her.
When he saw a helpless, self-blaming, tear-stained face, his heart twitched, and he held her face in his hands.
It wasn't that something big happened that she couldn't face, she wouldn't be like this.
"An Xinning, tell me," Huo Yan said softly in a gentle voice he had never heard before, "What happened?"
"Victim Guilt."
The corners of An Xinning's lips curled up mockingly: "My mother asked for it." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com