Chapter 881
The morning entertainment news is playing on the TV. Li Yafeng usually doesn't turn on the TV when she has dinner, but today's atmosphere is really uncomfortable. There is a little noise nearby. At least it's not so embarrassing.
But if she had known what would happen later, she would not have turned on the TV.
All of a sudden, the original entertainment screen is playing. "It's an urgent message from the reporters in front of us. This morning, someone witnessed Aosen group's president Bai Mohan and Guan Xiaoxiao come out of the hotel together. Although Miss Guan is wearing sunglasses and a mask, people who know her well can recognize her at a glance. According to people familiar with the matter, Mr. Bai wore the same clothes when he came out of the hotel yesterday when he attended a meeting. It's hard not to let people daydream that a single man and a few women came out of the hotel together in the early morning, still wearing yesterday's clothes. However, as we all know, Bai has always been married and has a son. If you don't know about this, Bai can't come forward and give you a reasonable explanation. "
"Pop."
The news on TV is still rattling. Xiaoyou's chopsticks have fallen on the ground. He looks at baimohan in disbelief.
She should have believed him.
If it's normal, she must scold some unscrupulous reporter, how can her husband cheat, or with a woman like Guan Xiaoxiao? Even if they come out of the hotel together, what? Maybe it's just a coincidence?
But
She thought of the busy tone she called last night and the empty cell phone when she got up in the morning.
The smell of tobacco in him, and the explanation he didn't want to give.
Li Yafeng is also silly. She just wanted to turn on a TV to liven up the atmosphere. She didn't know that she would see such strong news.
For a moment, anger rushed up.
No matter how good Bai Mohan is to her daughter, she can't stand betrayal. What's the use of being better at ordinary times?
"Bai Mohan, what's the matter?" From elegant Feng Qi of whole body shiver, a clap table stood up.
White ink cold tightly frowned, face cold as if can knot frost. "I'm not sorry for you."
A few simple words, but loud, make it difficult to doubt him.
From Yafeng just anger also slowly subsided, she just can't accept such news for a time, a little excited. Think about Bai Mohan. If he really wants to cheat, why should he wait until now? Besides, he won't choose Guan Xiaoxiao. Li Yafeng's tone was much softer than at the beginning: "Han, now it's not that we don't believe you, but the evidence is clearly there. People have released photos and videos, and the people on it are you. If you don't want Xiaoyou to be sad or suspicious, explain clearly,
Why are you with that girl surnamed Guan, who hasn't come back all night. As long as you explain clearly, I believe Xiaoyou will not blame you. Isn't that right, yo
Xiaoyou didn't speak. His eyes were like the injured deer, staring at him tightly.
Even if the evidence is thrown on her face, as long as Bai Mohan explains, she believes it. She also believes what a ridiculous statement it is.
But, No.
White Mo Han stares at her for a long time, see through the desire in her eyes, but finally can only say: "I have nothing to explain."
Xiaoyou's world is dark. She doesn't know what happened. Clearly yesterday everything was fine, he sent her to work when it was so sweet, told her this, told her that, how just one night, everything changed.
Is the man in front of you really the white Mohan you know?
When he looks at himself, his eyes are still so gentle, he loves himself, but why is the words from his mouth so heartless?
Like a knife, deep in their own heart.
"Han, what are you talking about?" Li Yafeng was also startled. She secretly felt that her son-in-law was not like that, so she gave him a chance. However, how could he say such a thing.
White Mo Han took a deep breath, deep eyes straight at Xiaoyou, voice a little hoarse: "Xiaoyou, do you believe me?"
Does she believe him?
Of course, I believe.
However, she is not independent, blindly attached to him, respected every word he said and everything he did.
She wanted to believe him, but why didn't he want to explain? It's just an explanation. What can I hide?
Now Xiaoyou doesn't believe him, but he is disappointed.
She worried all night. She wanted to go out to find him in the early morning regardless of everything. She put him in the most important position on the top of her heart, but what about him? Out of such a big thing, but not even a word to explain themselves. Soon, the story of Bai Mohan and Guan Xiaoxiao sleeping together in the hotel will be very popular in the north city. At that time, all the people will come back and ask her what's going on. How does she know? Her husband didn't come home overnight, but after being photographed in and out of the hotel with other women, she didn't even come backThere's not a single explanation.
With Bai Mohan's status in Beicheng, no reporter would dare to ask him about it. She is the one who will be pushed to the top of the storm.
She will become the object of all people's jokes, all people's comments, and he will watch her face all this.
He saw the sadness and despair at the bottom of her eyes. He just laughed at himself and dropped his eyes. His long eyelashes cast a dark shadow at the bottom of her eyes.
"Don't you believe me?"
His voice was tempting and imploring, and he longed for her trust.
Small leisurely heart a pain, both hands die of pinch together. "I believe you, but Han, why don't you tell me the truth? It's not fair that you keep me in the dark. "
"Xiao you, believe me, I will tell you everything soon. But now, it's not the time. " Bai Mohan went directly to her and held her hand tightly.
This time, he must not be soft hearted.
"I..." Xiaoyou looks at him, and there is his own reflection in his deep eyes. My heart suddenly moved. "Well, I believe you. I don't want to explain. I don't ask anything. But Han, please don't let me down. "
"No, I've never, never let you down." White Mo Han is looking at her, the corner of lips finally showed a light smile. Small leisurely but hang down eyes, in the heart bitterness of very, hope her this time of choice is right.