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My Wife Gets More Vicious The More I Spoil Her
Chapter 87 - 87: He’s BlockedChapter 87: He’s Blocked
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The call…
Xie Xuan had hung up?
Wait, he hadn’t finished yet!
He had specially left her in the lobby until noon to create an opportunity for Xie Xuan to have lunch with her.
Although Zhou Nuo had reservations about Lu Haiqiao, since his brother liked her, he had to help.
In the end, Xie Xuan only heard half a sentence!
Now, he must have thought that Zhou Nuo was making things difficult for that girl.
The word “damn” was running through Zhou Nuo’s mind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWithout wasting a second, Zhou Nuo called Xie Xuan again.
“The number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later…”
Zhou Nuo was speechless.
Damn you!
Xie Xuan had blocked his number!
While waiting, Lu Haiqiao made herself busy.
She chose a relatively quiet seat and sat down. Then, she took out her tablet from her bag. After putting on her Bluetooth earpiece, she called Xu Duo.
Xu Duo’s name was on the interview list. In order to save time, she could start writing the script after asking a few questions.
Xu Duo was amused by her words.
She was probably busy. From time to time, Lu Haiqiao could hear the sound of typing.
Xu Duo said, “Why bother asking? Is there anything between us that the other party doesn’t know?”
Lu Haiqiao thought, “There’s really something you don’t know right now.”
Xu Duo: “If it were anyone else, I might have to reconsider it. But if it’s you, you can write whatever you want. Just don’t write about me sleeping with a pacifier in mv fifth year of elementary school. That’s too embarrassing.’
The two assistants standing beside her were speechless.
It was already embarrassing.
Lu Haiqiao smiled in resignation. “Alright, in short, I’ll do as you ask…”
Before she could finish speaking, a shadow suddenly fell on the tablet on her knees. Sensing that someone was beside her, she instinctively raised her head.
Lu Haiqiao’s eyes lit up when she saw who it was.
Xie Xuan, who was wearing a white shirt, stood beside her. His gray tie hung loosely around his neck. It was formal and casual at the same time.
On the other end of the phone, Xu Duo’s voice continued, “Wait. Lu Xuege will read the interview script you wrote, right? Then you’re not allowed to write about me beating up two boys from the next class when I was in junior high.
That would be very unladylike. Also…”
Lu Haiqiao’s gaze was already glued to Xie Xuan.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe tried her best to restrain the smile on her face and said perfunctorily, “Then think about how to write it yourself. Write a draft. I have something to do. I’ll hang up first.”
Before Xu Duo could finish her “yes”, the call was cut off.
About a minute after ending the call, she finally realized something.
Wasn’t the interview Lu Haiqiao’s job? Why did she have to draft it herself?
Lu Haiqiao quickly packed up the tablet and stood up.
“You…” She had only said one word before she stopped.
He remembered Lu Yunge saying that Double X was the Xie family’s territory, and Xie Xuan’s surname was also Xie. Could it be…
As she pondered, Xie Xuan sized her up from head to toe.
She was wearing a simple short-sleeved white T-shirt. The hem was tucked into her high-waisted denim shorts, revealing a pair of slender and straight legs.
“You’re here on business?” Xie Xuan’s tone was very calm.
“Yes.” Lu Haiqiao nodded. “I want to interview Zhou Nuo, so I came here to make an appointment with his assistant.”
She remembered that she had never talked about her profession, so she took out her reporter certificate from her bag. “I’m a reporter for a magazine.”