The wife of a powerful family: Huo Shao, how dare you flirt with me

Author: Gu Rong Rong MACHINE TRANSLATION

If it had not been for Rong Xiao's reminder, she might not have known that today was her memorial service in Times Square — the memorial service for the Entertainment Heavenly King, Bai Qi.

"What are you going to do in Times Square? " Huo Nanchen asked as a layer of light covered his body. His slender eyes were slightly raised, revealing an unfathomable yet extremely dangerous aura.

Huo Nanchen's question really stumped her. What was she going to do?

"I'm going to pay my respects to a dead person. If it's not convenient for you to bring me along, I'll go myself. " Gu Ruochu turned around coldly, not noticing that Huo Nanchen's face had turned dark. She unconsciously grabbed her wrist and asked, "did I say that I wouldn't bring you along? "

He's yelling at me again?

What a waste of a handsome face. Why does he have such a bad temper?

"Then let's go now. "

Huo Nanchen pursed his lips and laughed icily as he squeezed out a sentence, "I don't want to bring you along now, you can go by yourself. "

He spat out those words fiercely and turned around to leave without another word. He did not care about Gu Ruochu's expression at all.

What the F * CK!

Gu Ruochu felt that she could not stand Huo Nanchen's bad habit. What kind of person would change his face just like that? Did he really think that she was so arrogant? !

She sneered as she stepped out of the car. Huo Nanchen was already in the car. He stood in front of the car without a word and slammed the car door with all his might. She did not believe that she could not treat this man.

"Huo? "

Gu Yanwei was sitting at the back of the car. When she saw Huo Nanchen's hand on the steering wheel, her veins bulged. He rarely showed his emotions.

Huo Nanchen suddenly unfastened his seatbelt and said coldly, "Gu Yanwei, you can drive yourself back to the company later. I still have some matters to attend to. "

"Alright. "

Huo Nanchen had always called her by her name. Gu Yanwei smiled in response and felt a little disappointed.

As soon as she got out of the car, she saw Gu Ruochu open the door to the passenger seat and quickly get into the car.

"Get in the back for me! " Huo Nanchen did not look away. His fingers were long and slender, his nails were neatly trimmed and he wore a ring that matched his temperament.

He hated it to the extreme because there was someone in the driver's seat.

He was still very fierce but Gu Ruochu expressed that she did not care and continued to fasten her seatbelt.

"Gu! Ruo! Chu! " Her tone was almost as if she was gnashing her teeth. A cold and deep aura spread from his body, giving off a cold and murderous aura.

Why are you angry again?

Even though Huo Nanchen's aura was a little terrifying, who was Gu Ruochu Even until the moment of her death, she could still smile calmly.

"Alright, let's drive. I'm going to be late. "

"Gu Ruochu, are you giving me an order? "

She turned to look at Huo Nanchen and suddenly moved closer, "Mr. Huo, who do you think would be more interesting to you, me or my sister? "

Not many people would be able to stand that bright and flamboyant face.

Some people, no matter how they looked, had an extraordinary charm and temperament. Huo Nanchen's deep-colored eyes reflected her face. He could clearly see the person in front of him and felt as if he could not read her emotions.

His little wife, who had always been timid, had suddenly become a wild beast that could bite people. He could clearly see the arrogance and coldness of a wolf in her eyes.

He suddenly pulled an arc and looked into her deep eyes, "what? You've changed your mind again. Do you really want to be my woman? Unfortunately, I won't be interested in you, much less fall in love with you! "

"Don't worry, it's impossible for me to fall in love with you. "

Gu Ruochu scoffed. How could he possibly understand that love was a luxury to her? No one would understand either.

Huo Nanchen's eyes narrowed when he saw how straightforward she was.