My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day Chapter 88 – Chapter 88: 088, The Drama Queen's Assistant is

Chapter 88: 088, The Drama Queen's Assistant is

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No wonder she felt uncomfortable in her lower abdomen last night. It turns out she just got her period. It was a lifesaver.

Huo Jingshen squinted his black pupils and stared at her, smugness shown in

her face.

“Crap!”

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Su Wanwan had to reevaluate him again. Was he still not willing to let her go even in this state?

He must be a pervert, right?

She blinked her eyes, thinking of a strategy when her phone suddenly rang.

She ran to the phone with a sense of reprieve, “Hello?”

“Wanwan, it's me.”

Qiao Zixin?

“What's up?”

“Could you give me Huo's phone number? I need to discuss something with

him.”

Why did everyone suddenly want his phone number?

Mo Weiyi wanted it in the afternoon and now Qiao Zixin does too?

Su Wanwan looked at a certain someone suspiciously, remaining guarded,

“What is it?”

“Just some work-related stuff. I would like to seek some advice from Mr. Huo.”

Qiao Zixin answered politely.

She has already figured it out. She deliberately left her earring in Huo jingshen's car last night. It would seem too deliberate if she called hun right after.

Su Wanwan may be simple, but Huo Jingshen was not easily fooled. It would

not be good if she ended up shooting herself in the foot.

So she deliberately waited until after the wedding day, first using a work-related reason. If all else fails, she could just mention the earring.

After all, Su Wanwan was her cousin. It was normal for relatives to help each

other at work, so it shouldn't raise any suspicions.

“What kind of work-related stuff?” Su Wanwan asked again.

Qiao Zixin had to make up another excuse, “Our magazine is planning to do a series of interviews, and Mr. Huo is currently a prominent figure in Nancheng.

Since we're now family, could you do me a favor and let me interview him?”

An interview?

Su Wanwan looked towards the man on the couch, “My cousin wants to

interview you, would you…”

“No.”

Su Wanwan relayed the message immediately, “He said no.”

Qiao Zixin:

“Hang up,” he said.

“Wait a minute!” Qiao Zixin halted her, “There's one more thing.”

Su Wanwan felt that her cousin had been causing more problems than usual.

“I've lost one of my earrings, and I can't find it anywhere. That earring was a gift from my ex-boyfriend, and I really liked it. Even though we broke up, it's still a sort of memento he left me.”

Qiao Zixin feigned a sigh, “Wanwan, could you ask Mr. Huo to look for it in his car? I rode his car yesterday, so it might've fallen off in there. If he finds it, I can come over to pick it up right away, it won't be an inconvenience.”

Su Wanwan turned to the man on the couch again, “My cousin said she lost her

earring in your car.”

“No,” he replied.

“He said no,” she relayed to her cousin.

Qiao Zixin:

“Hang up.”

Qiao family.

After being hung up on, Qiao Zixin was so angry her face turned green.

This damn girl. She only wanted his phone number and she would not give it despite her constant nagging. She was forced to mention the earrings and in the end, he didn't even bother to look for it and just said there's none of it.

That pair of earrings was a luxury brand she had bought from an overseas shopping spree, and they cost several thousand yuan.

She usually didn't dare to wear them and had only put them on to dress up for that day. Now, not only had she failed to get Huo Jingshen's phone number, but she had also lost one of the earrings…

This was truly a double loss.

Just as Su Wanwan put down her phone, “What the hell are you trying to do?”

Is this guy The Flash?

He moves so swiftly, it's breathtaking!

Huo Jingshen bent down and looked at her.

Squinting his eyes, he asked in a low voice, “What do you think?”

After that, he took a step forward.

Frightened by his gaze, Su Wanwan could only mutter, “But I just got my

period.”

“It doesn't matter,” he said.

Su Wanwan:

Crap!

Su Wanwan glared at him, “But my stomach hurts.”

“Oh?” Huo Jingshen narrowed his eyes, clearly not believing her.

“It's true, my stomach hurts a lot,” Su Wanwan quickly explained, “When I went out for dinner with my cousin yesterday, I ate two large cups of ice cream, and now I'm experiencing severe period cramps.”

Huo Jingshen didn't speak, but after a few steps, he put her down.

SU Wanwan was a little scared as she struggled to push him away, “My stomach

really hurts, get away, don't touch me…”

A flicker of displeasure crossed the man's darkened eyes and brows.

Only moments ago, he was not in the mood.

“Ah!”

Tears welled up from Su Wanwan's eyes from the pain.

What the hell? Is this guy part dog?

Did he just bite her neck?

-So jumpy that your stomach hurts?” Huo Jingshen asked doubtfully, “Baby, are

you sure you're not lying to me?”

“If I'm lying, I'm a dog, okay?”

Su Wanwan was about to explode with frustration.

She was indeed in a little pain.

She was okay earlier, but after such a rough struggle, the heavy feeling was rather uncomfortable.

“I'll check,” he said.

“Check your sister!” Su Wanwan glared at him fiercely, “Do you have no trust in

me at all?”

Huo Jingshen:

His temples throbbed with a pounding headache.

After a while, he got up and left.

When he returned to the bedroom, Su Wanwan was already sitting obediently on the couch. She did her pajamas up meticulously and looked at him with an innocent expression, “I'm hungry.”

Huo Jingshen didn't say a word.

His handsome face was still gloomy as a dark cloud.

“I didn't eat anything at the wedding today, my stomach is now both hungry

and hurting, can you help me order takeout?”

Huo Jingshen looked at her.

The place where she bit him earlier was obvious and rather startling, seemingly oozing a bit of blood.

Plus her eyes were filled with two sparkling tears at the moment. It was unclear whether they were from the pain of his bite, or menstrual discomfort…

For some unknown reason, Huo Jingshen suddenly recalled the time when Jinghua would experience menstrual pain every month.

The severest incident scared Fu Xihan so much that he directly took her to the hospital, threatening doctors with a gun. They were almost taken to the police station.

Bringing himself back to the present, he indifferently responded: “I don't eat

takeout.”

-Then why did you send Aunt Liu away!” Su Wanwan immediately accused sharply.

Huo Jingshen's dark pupils narrowed, she immediately backed down, murmuring in a soft voice, “…Uh, anyway, I can't cook, so what am I supposed to eat if not takeout?”

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The room remained quiet.

After a while, Huo Jingshen said, “Come down to eat in an hour.”

With those words, he pulled open the bedroom door and left.

10 minutes later, Su Wanwan, dressed in her pajamas, came downstairs.

Upon reaching the living room, she could hear the “clanging” sounds coming from the kitchen.

She walked over to take a look, nearly believing that she was going blind.

Huo Jingshen was standing upright inside the kitchen…

Chopping vegetables?

He had undone three buttons on his shirt collar, had his sleeves rolled up, held a vegetable knife in his hand, and was wearing a black half-apron around his waist. His movements were swift, handsome, and proficient.

Even though it was such a mundane task, he made it seem natural and harmonious, as if nothing could be more typical.

Under the bright kitchen lights, a tall and mature man wearing a white shirt was cooking. It was like a scene from a South Korean drama…

Upon hearing a sound, he turned around, “Drink the brown sugar water on the

table.”

“Why should I drink that?” Su Wanwan reflexively asked.

“Aren't you having a stomachache?

Under his momentarily skeptical gaze, Su Wanwan quickly realized and went

over to pick up the cup of brown sugar water.

She took a sip and the warm liquid indeed made her feel more comfortable.

So, Su Wanwan stood in the kitchen, sipping, while watching the man work.

The more she watched, the more it felt like a dream.

He knew that women would have stomachaches during their periods and that brown sugar water could help. He even helped her prepare it, and was now cooking for her…

“You didn't happen to buy the sanitary pads for me too, did you?” Su Wanwan blurted.

Huo Jingshen placed the freshly cut potato strips in a bowl filled with water Under the kitchen light his stern features looked a lot gentler, “Someone will deliver them soon.”

Su Wanwan was stunned.

Wow, what kind of extraordinary man did she marry?

Handsome, rich, able to cook, and even prepared her brown sugar water when she was feeling uncomfortable.

Is this how older men usually behave?

Because of their abundant past relationships?

And so, they understood women better?

The instant she thought of this, her fleeting feelings of being moved vanished, Su Wanwan frowned, gave a snort, put the brown sugar water back on the table, and turned around huffily to leave.

“Finish the brown sugar water.”

Su Wanwan stopped in her tracks.

“I don't like repeating myself.” He spoke with a slightly harsher tone, exuding

an undeniable authoritative pressure.

As expected, all that gentle consideration, everything was an illusion!

Su Wanwan took a few steps back, grudgingly picked up the glass of brown sugar water, drank it up, and then huffed off.

In the living room, Su Wanwan played the game “Honor of Kings” while leisurely sipping her brown sugar water.

Just after she finished a tier match, the doorbell rang.

Soon after, hurried footsteps could be heard. Ji Jie, holding a supermarket bag, rushed in.

Upon seeing Su Wanwan, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, wearing pink pajamas with a bear pattern, and a very prominent hickey on her neck… Ji Jie's legs started trembling, and he almost dropped the bag he was holding. Indeed, “don't judge a book by its cover,” though President Huo appears to be refined, he could be absolutely ruthless.

And how intensely passionate was he?

He bit the lady so hard that it drew blood and was not willing to let go even during her special period?

Tsk tsk tsk.

It was simply….

He didn't dare to look anymore, with eyes closed, he quiveringly said,

“Hel…hello, madam.”

Su Wanwan looked down at herself.

She was wearing modest pajamas, there was nothing inappropriate about her appearance.

“What's wrong with your eyes?” Su Wanwan asked.

“I…I think I just got something in my eye…

As Ji Jie was halfway through his sentence, Huo Jingshen had already come out of the kitchen.

With an apron on his body, and two dishes in his hands that were still emitting warm steam, he looked like an exemplary homely man.

Ji Jie's eyes were instantly blinded again.

My lord, is this the same aloof, haughty, and noble executive who always seems to float above the clouds?

He's actually…doing housework?

“Where are the things?” Huo Jingshen asked.

Ji Jie quickly came back to his senses, “Mr. Huo, here are the sanitary pads you needed.”

“Pfft-”

Su Wanwan nearly spit her mouthful of the brown sugar water.

Huo Jingshen took the bag and gave Ji Jie a sideway glance.

Though he didn't say anything, his glare was as sharp as a dagger, frightening Ji Jie into apologizing hastily: “Sorry, Mr. Huo, I misspoke, not your sanitary pads, urn, I mean this isn't for you, it's for madam…”

“You can leave now.” Huo Jingshen cut him off, his face becoming cold.

■'Yes, Mr. Huo, I will leave now, goodbye Mr. Huo, goodbye Madam.” After saying this, Ji Jie turned around and fled.

If he stayed even one second longer, he feared his job might not be secure anymore..

Chapter end