Smashed the car window of the love rat

"Mr. Hamlet, the photo just taken."

As soon as Lionel Hamlet got off the treadmill at home, he was stopped by his assistant.

Lionel stopped: "Whose picture?"

"Mr. Well... Mr. Well," the assistant spoke hesitantly, like an old tortoise with his head doing a telescopic movement, wagging very hard, "Mr. Well went to watch a move with a little star, and he was photographed."

Lionel raised his eyebrows, did not speak, took a look at the tablet in the assistant's hand.

The person in the photo is Owen Well, that's right.

It was the man who slept with him for seven years, yes.

Lionel's eyes were cold, and for a long time, he snorted without emotion: "Okay, I see."

The assistant nodded and turned to leave.

"wait."

Lionel stopped him suddenly.

The assistant turned his head hurriedly: "Mr. Hamlet, is there anything else?"

"Owen and this little star, which movie did they go to see together?"

The assistant held his head and twisted his eyebrows for a while, then hesitated and said: "Is it ‘Les Misérables Prequel’ or ‘The Death of the Predecessor’, I don't remember clearly..."

Lionel returned the tablet to him: "Forget it, go and do your work."

The assistant answered and went out quickly.

Lionel picked up the sports drink from the side, took a few sips, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He put the towel on his shoulders, walked to the gym mirror, and stared at himself in the mirror.

His hot upper body was covered with thin sweat, his chest and abdomen muscles were wrapped in a drenched sports vest. After working hard in the business for so long, his mentality had been matured and his figure was still very good.

Lionel looked at his figure in the mirror, and then hummed inexplicably.

He originally thought that man and wife had only seven years of itching.

Unexpectedly, man and man could not escape this curse.

He is a dignified chief executive who likes Owen so much that his soul is gone. A man who has never been willing to subdue to others, willingly untied his belt for Owen, spread his legs, and was pressed under by him. For seven years.

Seven years later, he stood alone in the empty gym.

And Owen, perhaps in his office, is planning what movie to watch and what food to have with that little star next time.

Lionel clenched his fists.

For a long time, he took out his cell phone from his pocket, clicked on the chat box with Owen, typed a few words quickly, and sent it: 7:30 in the evening, go home, will talk to you about something.

...

The pointer moved slowly, and the time gradually went towards 7:30.

Lionel had already taken a bath, changed his sweaty sportswear, and put on the white shirt, trousers and leather shoes that he was most used to wearing. He was calm and abstinent, and said nothing.

"Crack—"

The door was opened.

The young and handsome man who walked in braving the cold also wore formal attire, with a slender and perfect body.

Lionel looked up at him: "You are four minutes and thirty-seven seconds late."

Owen was taken aback, and a trace of impenitentness quickly passed across his face: "You said you have something to say, say, I will have arrangements later."

arrangement?

It is estimated that he has an appointment with that little star for dinner.

Lionel didn't pierce him, and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his expression was not turbulent: "Really? That's right, I will have a meeting later, and I will go to the company when I finish talking."

Owen sat down opposite Lionel, staring closely at Lionel's face with wolf-like eyes.

"Owen," Lionel's lips curled up slightly, "Let's break up."

Owen frowned, "What did you say?"

"I said...break up," Lionel repeated, "Let's break."

Owen seemed a little unbelievable: "You mean, you broke up with me? Why?"

Lionel took the phone from the side, slashed to a picture, and slid the phone in front of Owen.

Owen's expression is a bit complicated. While pulling at his tie with his distinct fingers, he said dissatisfied and indifferently: "I have nothing to do with this little star. The company is spending money on him. I just watched a movie and had several meals with him, nothing else."

"Not now, what will happen in the future?" Lionel pierced through his tie with his skinny fingers and showed no mercy, "Owen, none of us are fools. You already have a good showdown with others. I'm not going to showdown with you now. Isn't it necessary to wait until I found it more embarrassing? Are you going to be satisfied then?"

Owen's eyes tightened.

He looked at the corner of Lionel's lips with a smile, and tightened his thin lips.

Lionel in front of him was the one who had endured under him for seven years. He admitted that he had loved him, but... it has been seven years.

No matter how strong the relationship is, it fades.

He admitted that he was bored.

He faced Lionel; and he had already lacked the original passion.

But facing the little star outside, he looked at that fresh face, but he had an impulse to fall in love.

Lionel, who sat opposite, saw Owen's expression clearly.

He took back his phone and stood up: "Owen, you don't need to say anything, let's be separated, we are both men, be quick now. I am relief, and you are free."

Owen raised his head and looked at Lionel, frowning, the coldness on his face melted a little: "If you want to divide, then divide. I'm sorry this time."

Lionel sneered and picked up his suit jacket from the side and put it on: "Which time are you worthy of me? From now on, you, the big money master, loves to be ambiguous with which little star, just do it, it has nothing to do with me."

With that, he was about to leave.

Halfway through, his steps suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Owen with a deep smile: "Oh, there's more."

"what?"

"I have to say, Owen, you still have a good eye. The little star you are holding has a handsome face and a good temperament." Lionel's always steady face suddenly showed a trace of provocation, "Don't talk about you, even me. I want to hug this little star and have a fuck."

Owen's face turned black for a moment.

When Lionel saw his dark face, his smile suddenly became bigger, and he walked out of the house with ease.

Did not look back.

He walked all the way to the outside of the villa, and the chilly night breeze blew on his face, painful like acupuncture.

The seven-year relationship is finally over.

It's easier than imagined.

Lionel took a deep breath, forced himself to stop thinking about it, and walked to his car.

Near his car, Owen's luxury car was parked. The black body melted into the night, just like Owen, fierce and arrogant.

Lionel stared straight at Owen's car.

He is almost certain that the passenger seat of that luxury car has been taken by the little star.

The two people might still be listening to his favorite playlist on it, laughing at each other.

When he thought of this, waves of anger suddenly surged in his heart.

He picked a stone from the ground and pinched it in his palm. Then, his arm slammed into force: "Fuck-Owen!"

The stone hit Owen's car window with a sharp aura!

"boom--"

The front window instantly tore open the dense lines.

Lionel looked at the spider-web-like fragments and felt comfortable all over.

For so many years, he is capable and shrewd, able to do well in business, behaved gentle and cultivated, dormant and endure.

This is the first time he has so indulged, so naively to release his inner restlessness.

But he did not regret it at all.

It is the duty of every citizen to smash the window of the scumbag.

There is no guilty in his heart. At this moment, looking at Owen's broken car window, there is only one word in his heart.

Cool!

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