He was a little nervous when he called out.

It's already eleven o'clock in the evening, and I don't know if Lu Hanchuan has rested.

Lu Hanchuan has not yet rested, and he has not even gotten off work.

Before he divorced Luo Wan, he would get off work on time every night because someone was waiting at home.

Even though the two of them did not communicate, breathing the air where she was there, and occasionally looking up to see her figure was also a kind of happiness for him.

After the divorce, he became obsessed with working overtime, but he increased to eight and went home at nine o'clock every night.

However, now, he has been working overtime for a week until the early morning.

Sometimes it is twelve o'clock in the morning, and sometimes it is one or two in the morning. Only by putting all your energy into work can you slightly fill the gap in your heart.

He didn't want to go home, nor did he dare to go home. Every time he returned home, looking at the empty house, he always remembered that there was a mistress in this family, but he lost it.

He thought that Luo Gala was the one who could not get out of that short marriage, but he didn't want her to leave simply and not be nostalgic.

But he was trapped in the besieged city and could never get out again.

He didn't dare to go back to the villa where they had lived together, leaving all the traces of her life there, but took away all the memories of her.

Like a shadow, weaving an invisible net that binds him.

Sometimes when he just wakes up early and brushes his teeth, and sees only one cup on the toilet, he will remember that he used to be, and this place is paired.

Whenever that happens, the annoyance and dull pain of the divorce will always slash him with one blow.

The result of spending overtime in the company every day is that the company's performance has improved by leaps and bounds, and several businesses have expanded, and the stock price has soared.

It should be a happy thing to see the company's market price continue to rise every day. He brought the company to a whole new level and reached a height that his grandfather was out of reach, but why, his heart became more and more empty.

What's the use of making a lot of money? Without the person who gives him a fortune, no matter how huge the wealth is, it's just a number.

Luo Wan...

Lu Hanchuan raised his hand to cover his spastic stomach.

Take out the stomach medicine from the drawer, and without looking at the dosage, I poured a pile of it into my hands, then picked up the water cup and drank it.

It was already late at night and the water was already cold. Not only did the stomach pain not relieved after drinking it, it also hurt even more.

In the past, there was always a stomach-nourishing tea that Luo Wan specially cooked for him at his hand, which was filled with a thermos cup. Whenever he drank it, it was warm and comfortable.

Only when you lose it can you know how valuable you once had.

Luo Wan...

This name, like a spell, became a nightmare that he could not escape.

He couldn't escape, nor did he want to escape, even if he thought about it every time he wanted to cut his flesh with a dull knife, he was happy.

At least, he still has memories.

Maybe the dosage is wrong, or maybe it is because of the cold water and too ice, the stomach twitches, causing Lu Hanchuan's face to turn pale and fine sweat seeps out of his forehead.

Luo Wan...

It hurts very much. It is said that the stomach connects the heart. When the stomach hurts to the extreme, it hurts even the heart.

Like a needle.

Luo Wan...

Lu Hanchuan's hand holding the pen had a protruding veins, which really hurt. Whenever the night was late, he would always think of the figure that made him feel distressed.

However, he was not even qualified to stand in front of her...
Chapter completed!