Cute Wife: Trapped in a greedy tycoon

Chapter 82 I'm Disgusted

When Yuanxi was the youngest, she once thought... If one day she couldn't continue to be a designer, then she would be a poker player.

Take the money from the nouveau riche who sit behind the gambling table to help the poor.

Be a strange woman who robs the rich and helps the poor, a man of the world like a heroine.

But it was only now that she discovered...

She failed to achieve both of these things.

I knew she could not be a designer or a poker player now.

Back then, it was better not to dream, and to learn cultural knowledge honestly, so now I don’t have to worry about these business bookwork.

Yuan Xi helped Hua Qian catch up on gambling knowledge all afternoon.

Poker player's kung fu can't be practiced in a day or two. Hua Qian wanted to learn it, so Yuan Xi taught it carefully, even taught some soft rules such as memorizing cards, playing tricks, and playing slot machines.

By the time Hua Qian finally learned to enjoy herself and let Yuan Xi go home, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

As soon as Yuan Xi entered the door, he felt that the atmosphere today was a little weird.

Several little maids stood at the bottom of the stairs and whispered, even the butler Wu Bo didn't see him.

Yuan Xi put the schoolbag on the sofa in the living room, and a little maid rushed over to welcome her.

"Madam, you should go up and have a look. I don't know what happened today. My husband lost his temper as soon as he got home and smashed the glass in the bathroom... Uncle Wu wanted to bandage him but was kicked out."

Yuan Xi frowned unnaturally, quickly put down his handbag and went upstairs.

Just after going up three or five steps, I heard Uncle Wu standing by the door and said in a low voice, "Sir, your hand is bleeding so much, it will get infected if you don't bandage it..."

Yuan Xi walked over quickly, reached out and took the medicine box carried by Uncle Wu, "I'll come..."

Seeing Yuan Xi came back, Uncle Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and the expression on his face relaxed a little, "Madam, you are back, sir today..."

Uncle Wu glanced at the locked door, and didn't continue talking.

What kind of crazy is Teng Moxun today, but after listening to what Hua Qian said to him, Yuan Xi actually felt a little... Subconsciously, pity him?
Although he didn't know the reason for this state of mind, Yuan Xi still took the things in Uncle Wu's hand without hesitation, took the spare key and opened the door.

Only the wall lamp was turned on in the room, and the light was extraordinarily dim.

A dazzling smell of tobacco rushed over, and Yuan Xi walked in gently.

At this time, Teng Moxun was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, and the ashtray in front of him was full of cigarette butts.

His right hand was hanging on his knee, and the bright red blood dripped down his index finger onto the velvet carpet, leaving a shocking red.

Yuan Xi didn't say much, and he didn't ask him why he had a fit and went crazy in the house.

Touching Teng Moxun's cold fingers lightly, seeing that he didn't resist, he gently took his hand and took out the cotton wool to disinfect him.

It was also at this time that Teng Moxun's eyes gradually fell on Yuanxi.

His eyes were lowered, looking particularly dark in the not-so-bright bedroom.

"I was chatting with Mr. Hua today, so I came back late, sorry." Yuanxi said in a low voice, and reached out to take the gauze.

"Sorry? It's necessary!" Teng Moxun snorted coldly, and then pulled his hand out.

"Don't pretend to be so cute in front of me! I'm disgusting!" Teng Moxun said again, with a sweep of his palm, the medicine and cotton wool on the table were scattered all over the floor.

(End of this chapter)