Xu Wenbin opened his mouth to say something when the phone in Ren Xiaoyao's pocket rang. Ren Xiaoyao walked to the window and answered the phone, and then his face suddenly darkened.
After throwing the cigarette in his hand on the ground and stamping it out with a strong kick, Ren Xiaoyao walked back, sat on the chair and fell into deep thought without saying a word.
After a long time, Xu Wenbin, who was sitting next to him, finally couldn't help but asked: "Boss, what happened?"
Ren Xiaoyao was silent for a long time before he squeezed out a sentence: "Zhou Ruo, a relative of the director of the Industrial Bureau committed suicide in the detention center!"
Xu Wenbin couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that Director Zhang would actually choose to end his life to avoid legal justice. He shook his head and sighed: "This may be his best choice now!"
Ren Xiaoyao rubbed his somewhat swollen temples and said in a deep voice: "If there's anything else, we'll talk about it tomorrow. I'm tired, you guys go back first!"
"Okay!" Xu Wenbin didn't understand why Ren Xiaoyao was so depressed after hearing the news of Director Zhang's suicide.
But seeing that Ren Xiaoyao had already given the eviction order, he didn't feel like asking any more questions, so he nodded and left with Zhuang Hu knowingly.
Zhou Ruo, who was originally sitting on the sofa, holding a suspense novel and reading it with gusto, saw Ren Xiaoyao suddenly become depressed after receiving a phone call.
After sending Xu Wenbin away, he came to Ren Xiaoyao, held his head in his arms, and asked: "Dear, has something big happened? Why else would you become so depressed?"
Ren Xiaoyao leaned his head into the woman's arms and said feebly: "A relative of your director committed suicide in the detention center!"
"I suddenly felt very scared. I was afraid that one day I would become a loser in the power struggle like him. I was afraid that I would be like him and choose to end my life to escape because I couldn't bear the huge pressure.
All this." Ren Xiaoyao said slowly.
"Death is gone!" I heard that this distant relative of mine, who once thought about the death of his parents, ended his life like this.
Zhou Ruo's body couldn't help but stiffen for a while, and he said sadly: "To be honest, he is not actually a bad person."
Ren Xiaoyao sighed and said: "Yeah! It's a pity that he was on the wrong team and chose the wrong opponent. If he had been willing to come to the door in person to admit his mistake, I might have let him go. It's a pity that he could never save the face and finally...
I drove myself to a dead end."
Ren Xiaoyao turned around, forced out a smile, and patted the woman's perky crotch.
He said tiredly: "I suddenly feel so tired and want to go home. Let's go back to City A tomorrow, okay?"
"Yes!" Zhou Ruo nodded obediently, then suddenly blushed and said shyly: "Brother, will you kiss me?"
Faced with such an inviting invitation from a beautiful woman, Ren Xiaoyao would certainly not refuse.
Then the two people's tongues met together again, and the only sound left in the room was their heavy breathing.
After the long kiss, Zhou Ruo panted and leaned in the man's arms, raised her head and glanced at Ren Xiaoyao coquettishly, and then looked at the bedroom door.
Ren Xiaoyao, who understood the meaning in the woman's eyes, picked up the woman's delicate body with both hands and strode into the bedroom. Maybe now only a woman can make him forget the unhappy things!