"Click."

The door was pushed open.

Irene came in, looking at Hugh and Jola who was keeping his head down, and said with a smile, "Honey ... accompany me out later. A friend of mine wants to see you, just take it as a favor, okay? "

Jola stepped back and said, "Master, mistress, if there were nothing I could help, I will go out."

"Well."

Irene sat beside Hugh and said, "Jola is a good boy. Ah, honey, didn't you say you would send him abroad to study, how is it going? "

Jola opened the door, hearing that Hugh said “No”, and then smiled and went out.

He closed the door and blinked, feeling much better.

He had discovered that his mood could be easily affected by that man recently.

Irene was surprised. Out of curiosity, she asked, "No? You won’t send him abroad? Why? ... Had he done something wrong? "

"Nothing."

Hugh swallowed, lowering his head, and said in a calm manner, "I have a deep affection for him, don’t want him to leave me."

"You've got a point there. The boy was stubborn. He was not willing to go to college, only wanting to stay here and repay you for raising him. "

"Stop it."

Hugh closed his eyes. Every time Jola was mentioned, he couldn't help shivering.

No one knew how ugly and dirty the soul was hidden behind his beautiful appearance!

"... Alright."

Her face changed. She felt that there was something wrong with his husband. Perhaps he was ill … or perhaps he was angry at her for the dinner party.

After all, no man would tolerate his wife do such a thing.

However ... she felt no guilty.

They were covenant marriages.

Within eighteen years of marriage, the two adhered to the principle of mutual non-interference. As long as they didn’t go too far and love their children, this was enough.

Now, there were only eight years left.

"Honey ... did you hear that? Do you agree? Come down with me after a while to meet my friend, and then you can come back, it won’t take long, okay? "

Irene rarely sat beside him. She gave him a gentle push, like acting in pettish to him.

"Irene ... Are you not treating me like a man?"

Hugh suddenly turned his head, looking at her with a cold eye, and said, "In your heart, I am a wasteman. Is that right? "

"... Hugh, what's wrong with you. " Irene was at a loss.

"Do you treat me like a wasteman? In your heart, I am not even a man!"

Hugh didn’t know what's wrong with him too. Maybe he was just irritated by her, or he could not hide his grievances piled up for nearly ten years anymore...

Looking at his eyes, Irene felt chilly in her back.

She smiled awkwardly and said, "Get your minds out of the color. I'll call you later. "

The woman went out, and then murmured scornfully.

"Psychopath."

Today, some of her favorite guys would come, so she must prepare well.

...

It was said to be a dinner party, but it was actually a banquet of wine and meat.

All the people who come here were from the upper class, a bunch of polished scoundrels.

Hugh looked down upon them.

Irene brought several women and introduced them to Hugh one by one. He endured discomfort during the whole process, only feeling sick.

"Thank you, honey. You can go back. "

"Uh..."

Hugh went upstairs in doldrums, and totally didn't notice that a man was following him in stealth.

Jola didn’t notice the man too, for he was busy in serving the guests.

Hugh was somewhat absent-minded. He got into his room, leaving the door unlocked, and then threw himself on the bed, only feeling that life was so boring.

He closed his eyes, getting more and more sleepy.

Until ... he felt that there seemed to be a hand touching him.

"Who are you, what are you doing?"

Hugh opened his eyes and saw a strange man touching his chest.

He pushed the man aside and stared at him angrily!

"Mr. Yu, you really have a poor memory. We met six months ago for talking business, but we didn't reach an agreement ... Hugh, in the past half year, I missed you everyday! "

The man was not bad looking, but he was frivolous, which made Hugh feel sick.

"I don't know you. Get out! "

Hugh narrowing her eyes, felt really angry.

Looking down at his rumpled shirt, Hugh blushed.

Disgusting.

"You are so beautiful, I like you. Hugh, Hugh ... I heard that your wife has always cheated on you. Beauty, marry me would be a better choice. I will make you happy! "

His smile was hideous. He rushed for him and was about to kiss him!

"Stay away from me! Disgusting! "

However, Hugh was not weak. He grabbed the man's tie and pulled him down!

The man coughed, " Mr ... Mr. Yu, let ... let me go ..."

Hugh didn't loosen his hand, still tightening the tile around his neck. It seemed that he was going to strangle him!

His eyes flashed anger and blood.

Men all wanted to bully and molest him?

He was not a woman, not a woman ... Stop treating him like a woman!

He really didn't want to run into this kind of thing anymore.

There was a sound lingering in his mind.

Kill him ...

Hugh exerted more strength!

The man passed out finally.

Then, Hugh loosened the tie around his neck.

He didn't go to see whether the man was alive or not. He hoped that he had just killed the man.

Blood for blood. Such being the case, Hugh would be executed by shooting.

Unfortunately, things went athwart.

Hugh heard that the man was coughing.

He had been pushed to the ground and passed out. After a while, he woke up.

Looking at poker-faced Hugh sitting on the bed, the man swallowed, got up and ran away in fear!

When Jola was serving the guests with wine, he saw a man rushing down from the upstairs. He looked at his disheveled clothes and crooked tie, and then had a look at the upstairs, feeling jealous!

Son of bitch, he dared have an affair with other man?

He Couldn’t meet his need?

Jola’s face looked horrible. He clenched his fist and wanted to kill him!

The dinner party had ended, which meant that these people have found someone to have a one-night stand.

They left in tacit agreement and went to the place they wanted to go.

Irene also left.

She didn't even come upstairs and tell him.

In her mind, there was no need to tell him. After all, what she was going to do tonight was shameful. She couldn’t reach out for a yard after taking an inch. It was better to keep a low profile.

Hugh didn’t tidy his shirt, just lying on the bed with an empty eyes, like a discarded doll, blue and lonely.

He was surprised when the door opened.

He turned his head, seeing Jola coming towards him in anger, and suddenly realized something.

He looked down at his rumpled shirt, suddenly became flushed.

"I ..."

He was about to explain but interrupted by Jola’s snort.

"Son of bitch, you won’t feel ashamed when seducing man? You don’t deserve to be a man, bitch! "

Hugh was stunned by the overwhelming abuse.

"... What?"

Clearly, Hugh’s response set off the fire of anger and jealousy in his heart. He made at Hugh, ripping at his clothes, and pressed him under his body.