My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day-Chapter 9 - 009, reusing the old tricks?

9 009, reusing the old tricks?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Seeing the still clinging drunk woman, Huo Jingshen’s eyes filled with intense disgust.

Did this woman plan to resort to the same tactics as she did at the airport?

His dark eyes narrowed. He reached out to grip her arm with increasing strength, and in an instant, showed no mercy as he pulled her away.

Su Wanwan was thrown onto the floor.

The chill of the porcelain tiles seemed to revive her senses a little, but in the next second…

She half sat on the floor, wrapping her arms around the “quilt” before her, with her face resting directly on the “pillow,” where she closed her eyes and sighed contentedly.

Huo Jingshen stood there, looking at her small head…

From being previously calm, his expression gradually became somewhat complex.

This damn woman!

He raised his hand once again, intending to directly grab her by the hair and pull her away, but a voice suddenly came from behind him…

“Young Master!”

Huo Jingshen: “…”

**

Old Liang never imagined he would encounter such a scene.

The young master was standing in the men’s restroom with a woman…

They even left the restroom door open!

Good heavens, even though he thought the young master of the Huo Family was steady, he had not seen any women around him after returning to the country for several months. At most, he brought back a wolf dog not long ago to play with every day, but who would’ve thought…

That he wasn’t clean-living, but had quirky tastes!

Old Liang was so scared that he choked on his words, then watching as Huo Jingshen turned around, his deep black eyes coldly staring at him.

He was terrified!

“Young Master, you continue, I’ll wait for you in the car.” Saying this while trembling, Old Liang, with his red face, turned around and ran away.

…

“Uncle Liang, where’s my brother? Why isn’t he done yet?”

Returning to the car, faced with the third master’s questioning, Old Liang’s expression was still somewhat unnatural, “The eldest master is smoking, he should be back soon.”

Huo Zhexi looked in the rearview mirror at his own swollen face, gritting his teeth in complaint, “Damn it, I’m nearly disfigured, and he still feels like smoking? Has his conscience been eaten by a dog?”

Old Liang thought, how could he not be in the mood?

Cough cough.

He estimated his interest was great!

**

Inside the men’s restroom.

After Old Liang left, Huo Jingshen reached out and forcefully pushed Su Wanwan’s head away.

Su Wanwan let out a cry, but quickly moved back, her small hands clinging tightly to his legs, whining and persisting.

For the thirty years he had lived, this was the first time anyone had ever dared to stick to him so audaciously.

And it was a crazy drunken woman at that.

Huo Jingshen’s eyebrows furrowed, he used more strength, and fiercely pushed her head away once more.

After being pushed away several times in a row, Su Wanwan felt dizzy and uncomfortable. Finally, she gave up, deciding to abandon this “pillow”.

With her eyes half-closed, she turned her head and leaned it against the wall beside her, sleeping contentedly.

…

With disgust, he dusted off the “dirt” on his clothes, Huo Jingshen then went forward with long strides, he turned on the faucet.

“Lovers and adulterers, burp… may all of you die!”

Huo Jingshen: “…”

He sidelong glanced at her.

Su Wanwan was leaning against the wall, and because she was tilting her head, her left cheek was completely in view. There was a shocking, bright red handprint on it.

In the man’s dark eyes, there was a trace of indescribable depth.

Was she the illegitimate daughter of the Su Family, Su Wanwan?

He stood there, slowly drying his slim and elegant hands with a paper towel; the light from the ceiling cast a mysterious shadow over his handsome features.

“Wanwan, Wanwan, where are you? Wanwan, Wanwan…” Suddenly, a series of rapid footsteps were heard from the hallway outside.

Huo Jingshen raised an eyebrow, threw the paper towel into the trash can, and walked away.

**

In the corridor, Mo Weiyi, wearing high-heeled shoes, was running, followed by her husband, Xiao Yebai.

Seeing the man coming straight at her, Mo Weiyi’s eyes widened in shock, and she stopped in her tracks.

Wow!

It was actually Huo Jingshen.

Even though her beloved Xiaobai was by her side, as a woman, she couldn’t deny that Huo Jingshen was a very attractive man.

Having lived in Nancheng for twenty years, this was the first time she had encountered this type of handsome man.

Completely unlike her husband’s icy, intimidating demeanour, Huo Jingshen was graceful, handsome, and proud, but extremely charming.

Perhaps because he had lived in Y Country for a long time, his deep facial features and fashion sense added a natural British aristocratic style to him, making others unconsciously admire and probe…

“Hiss!”

A sudden pain in her palm made Mo Weiyi wince. Her voice was pitiful and delicate, “Xiaobai, why did you pinch me?”

Xiao Yebai’s sharp eyes were chilling behind his glasses, “Is he good-looking?”

Mo Weiyi blinked her clear cat-like eyes, hurriedly wrapped her arms around the man’s arm, coquettishly saying, “Of course he’s not as good-looking as you. My Xiaobai is the best-looking, number one in the world! I love Xiaobai the most!”

Xiao Yebai looked down at her, his thin lips curved in a slight, but not obvious smile.