The reborn petite wife is beautiful and sassy

"Mr. Huo, I originally wanted to communicate with you face-to-face, but unfortunately, I didn't have the opportunity, so I could only choose to contact you by text message. So far, Wanwan must have not explained the truth to you. , you can trust me, I will not distort the facts."

This is the first text message.

It was an unfamiliar number sent to Huo Yanzheng.

There is a signature, which proves that the person who sent the text message is Zhao Xitong.

Zhao Xitong revealed to Huo Yanzheng that Chu Wan had something to hide from him, and she was the one who knew the facts. She thought that Huo Yanzheng, who had read the text message, could not help but be puzzled, so she asked her for confirmation.

After all, judging from past experience, Huo Yanzheng would never turn a deaf ear to anything involving Chu Wan.

But Zhao Xitong waited with his mobile phone, but he didn't wait for Huo Yanzheng's initiative to contact him.

Instead, she couldn't sit still.

It's been three hours, Huo Yanzheng didn't see her text message for no reason.

The only possibility is that Huo Yanzheng saw it, but didn't bother to pay attention.

Zhao Xitong stared at the phone, absent-mindedly, a little in a daze, as if he had been hit hard.

Her tender white fingertips poked the phone screen time after time, repeatedly editing the message on the text message interface, writing and deleting, deleting and writing, and so on.

I haven't been able to make up my mind for a long time.

Finally, when the night was dark, Zhao Xitong still couldn't hold back his irritability, gathered up a lot of courage, and sent a text message to Huo Yanzheng.

Said what was meant to be said.

"Don't ignore me, Mr. Huo."

"Wanwan disguised herself very well, and she may not have shown anything wrong in front of you, but I am an insider, and I know very well that Wanwan is forcing a smile."

"Wanwan is depressed, the pain in her heart is far more than what she shows."

"If you must ignore me, then please pay attention to Wanwan's situation. If you can, I still hope that you can take some time out of your busy schedule for me. I can go to Huo's to find you."

Zhao Xitong couldn't ignore the text message, she had to wait for Huo Yanzheng's reply.

I believe she spoke more openly, Huo Yanzheng should understand what she meant.

She will seize every opportunity to meet Huo Yanzheng, be alone, and try to squeeze Mrs. Chu Wanhuo's position.

However, just like the first text message sent, the subsequent text messages sent by Zhao Xitong fell into the sea, without any sound feedback.

Zhao Xitong lowered his head and read the text messages he had sent to Huo Yanzheng over and over again.

The wording in the text message was remarkable, and there was nothing wrong with it. Normally, Huo Yanzheng shouldn't have ignored her like this.

But in reality, it was far from smooth as she imagined.

The previous phone number had already been blocked, and she was able to talk to Huo Yanzheng only after using a new number.

After thinking about it, Zhao Xitong pressed Huo Yanzheng's number.

She wanted to call Huo Yanzheng, not only to hear his voice and talk to him, but also to be able to step on Chu Wan.

It is to shorten the distance with the unattainable Huo Yanzheng.

The moment the bell rang, Zhao Xitong was looking forward to it with torment.

While waiting for Huo Yanzheng to answer the phone, Zhao Xitong's secret joy floated on his face little by little, and he couldn't hide it no matter what.

However, the result of waiting was that she was once again mercilessly blocked.

Zhao Xitong's small hands gripped the phone hard, as if the sharp nails were about to embed into the phone, they couldn't be pulled off anymore, and the phone was almost shattered by her pinch.

Zhao Xitong's chest heaved up and down violently with the change of mood, and her long and drooping eyelashes suppressed all her resentment and unwillingness.

Compared to Zhao Xitong's restlessness, Huo Yanzheng has always maintained his indifference.

He drank the water in the glass in one gulp, his expression was gloomy, and he couldn't tell whether he believed in Zhao Xitong or not.

After Chu Wan finished painting, she went upstairs to find Huo Yanzheng, but Huo Yanzheng still did not change her posture standing in front of the window.

"Yanzheng, I didn't see you downstairs just now, I thought you were working in the study, but I went to the study and saw you, so I thought you were going out." Chu Wan pushed open the concealed door and walked away Go to the gym.

The sudden clear voice was not abrupt.

Chu Wan interrupted Huo Yanzheng's meditation, but did not make Huo Yanzheng feel the slightest bit of dissatisfaction.

Huo Yanzheng slightly lifted his cold eyes, his handsome facial features felt cool, his thin lips stained with water droplets moved slightly, "I didn't go out, I just stayed in the gym."

"Yeah." Chu Wan smiled all over her face, and walked up to Huo Yanzheng in two or three steps, "I ran into Uncle Liu when I was walking downstairs, and Uncle Liu told me."

It was Liu Bo who told her that Huo Yanzheng was staying in the gym.

"Your painting is finished?" Huo Yanzheng quietly traced the outline of Chu Wan's small face, as if trying to find a little bit of depression and pain from Chu Wan's full smile.

But he failed.

Her smile comes from sincerity, without any adulteration.

The depression and pain seemed to have nothing to do with her at this moment.

From the looks of it, the content of the text message Zhao Xitong sent to him was simply nonsense.

He shouldn't have believed it.

There is also no credibility.

What he prefers to believe is his own judgment.

"I drew a general outline, and there are still some details that need to be added, but it's very late today, and I plan to perfect it tomorrow."

Chu Wan didn't know about the harassing text messages Zhao Xitong sent to Huo Yanzheng again, otherwise, she would definitely give Zhao Xitong a hard time, so as to embarrass Zhao Xitong.

An impeccable painting is never completed overnight, and there are many places that need to be drawn stroke by stroke and painted in detail in the follow-up.

Painting has precipitated Chu Wan's body and mind, and also polished Chu Wan's patience.

A gust of wind blew slowly, Chu Wan shrank her shoulders, then stepped forward to close the window, "It's a bit cold, I closed the window."

She was painting in the gazebo just now, and she also noticed the slightest chill, but because she was dressed a lot, and she put all her attention on her own creation, she didn't pay much attention to it.

But after returning to the living room, the air conditioner turned on the heat, and Chu Wan naturally took off the light pink knitted sweater and plush jacket.

"Put away the paintings and go back to your room first." It was indeed late at night, Huo Yanzheng said.

Chu Wan didn't put down her painting, she looked at Huo Yanzheng under the light.

It's been a while since Huo Yanzheng finished exercising, but his stern face was still covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the wet short hair stuck to his high, wide and full forehead.

The white slightly loose shirt was fitted tightly and loosely on his upper body, making his tight and muscular body even more attractive.

He stood casually, showing coldness and abstinence, and quietly exuded a strong male hormone breath.

Standing in front of Huo Yanzheng less than an arm's length away, Chu Wan looked at each other, and could really feel the heat wave coming from Huo Yanzheng's body.

Wordless feelings spread, slowly filling the entire gym.

"Okay." She would listen to what he said, and Chu Wan nodded softly.

Seeing her obedient face, Huo Yanzheng slightly raised the corners of his lips, "Don't forget to wash your face, little cat."

His tone was coquettish, with a hint of connivance.

Even though Huo Yanzheng's face was still as silent as before, and his eyes were secretive, Chu Wan seemed to know that he was different from her.