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Chapter 772: Husband
Translator: Yunyi
“What kind of godly love is this?! The wife of a domineering CEO? F*ck, she is living the plot of a !”
“I relistened to the male voice from YY last night multiple times. My ears are about to fall pregnant. May I ask if Mr. Huo will take responsibility?”
“She’s too spoiled! F*ck!”
“My mother asked me why I’m kneeling when I read Weibo. I told her it’s because I’m kneeling to the Big Boss!”
“The world of the plutocrats is too far away from us. Although I don’t know what Mr. Huo looks like and how old he is, I would like to ask if Mr. Huo would mind having an extra wife? The kind that can fend for herself after going to university!”
“People in the comments section, don’t go too far. They already live together, and they will get married in the future! Even if you’re joking, there should be a limit. Won’t the girl be jealous when she logs online and sees your posts?”
“Waaa! I wish the goddess and the handsome guys a long and lasting relationship!”
“I’m waiting for a front-on photo of the big boss /dog” This chapter is updated by ɴovelFɪre.net
I would like to ask Goddess Xia whether Mr. Huo is handsome. Is he as handsome as your husband?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMu Jing replied: “Slightly worse than me /laugh”
Xia Rao replied: “Do you dare to say it in front of Brother Two?”
“Another display of affection? Didn’t we agree that rich families don’t have true love? All the TV dramas and s I watch are lies?”
...
“Tsk, tsk, tsk...”
Tang Xinrou ruffled Song Yaoyao’s long hair and teased, “Baby, if you keep smiling, your mouth will almost reach the back of your ears! Are you that happy? Huh?”
Song Yaoyao’s little face stiffened for a second, and she pretended to be calm as she turned off her phone.
“I’m not smiling!”
“You are, you’re smiling really big!” Tang Xinrou smirked as she leaned over. “Let me hear, is your heart thumping wildly?”
Song Yaoyao’s face flushed red as she hurriedly dodged.
She said domineeringly, “When I go back, I’ll get Gege to cancel my account.”
“Ah? Why?” Tang Xinrou didn’t understand. “Aren’t things pretty good?”
She wanted everyone to know who Yaoyao belonged to so that no one would go around slandering her and bullying her again.
Didn’t they see how all the haters became obedient after Mr. Huo appeared today?
Song Yaoyao’s dark pupils moved slightly. “A lot of people are calling Gege their husband.”
Tang Xinrou: “...”
She shouldn’t have asked!
Because now, she was force-fed another display of affection.
...
At this moment, in Class 3-1.
Huo Ningxi already learned long ago that Song Yaoyao wasn’t the daughter of the Song family and that Song Jingwan had a sister who looked exactly the same.
But, Huo Ningxi didn’t expect them to look so similar. Even their temperaments were very similar.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMoreover, she had become his deskmate.
Unfortunately, Huo Ningxi didn’t have any thoughts towards girls with such temperaments. He was used to the women in his workplace who were swift and decisive.
No wonder his uncle had commented on his immaturity with a smile in the past. Now that he thought about the past, Huo Ningxi felt that it was laughable.
“Hello, my name is Song Weiwei.”
Her fair and tender hand was right in front of him. Huo Ningxi’s gaze swept across her. “Huo Ningxi.”
He had no intention of shaking hands.
Song Weiwei shrugged and quietly withdrew her hand.
She said softly, “I transferred to Class 3-1 this semester. Because there are no vacant seats, the teacher arranged for me to sit here. If you don’t want to sit at the same desk as me, I can ask the teacher to change my seat.”
Huo Ningxi raised his eyebrows and looked into Song Weiwei’s dark, bright eyes.
“No need.”
His textbook was still new; the class committee had just delivered it to him, and it was emitting the smell of ink.
Since he didn’t come to school often, it didn’t matter who sat here.
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