Chapter 37 Miss Huo Jia is back

"Mr. Huo, you are welcome."

The blond foreign man greeted him with a not-so-proficient Z language and extended his hand enthusiastically.

Huo Xi Shen Xu shook his hand, with a slightly alienated smile, "Mr. Stephen."

At this moment, the assistant suddenly came with his mobile phone, "Mr. Huo, the number of the third master."

Huo Zixing again?

Huo Xishen took the phone.

"Second brother, your wife is going to lose her, and she wants to use your money to invest in movies! Where can Yan Jinyi's well-developed and simple minded invest? Second brother, stop the secondary card quickly!"

Before Huo Xishen could speak, Huo Zixing's voice sounded first.

"Are you free?"

Huo Zixing didn't expect that Huo Xishen would ask himself, and was stunned for a moment, "No, I made an appointment with a friend to play."

"Playing less with nonchalant people affects IQ."

Huo Xishen dropped a sentence and hung up.

Huo Zixing, who was sitting in the car, stared at the phone screen with wide eyes.

No, second brother, you have to be mentally prepared! Don't get excited about divorce if the investment fails!

wrong.

If the second brother divorced the woman, wouldn't she be single again?

Suddenly I hope they are divorced.

Yan Jinyi found many successful cases of film and television investment.

The more I look at it, the more exciting it becomes.

Anyway, Huo Xishen gave her a secondary card, so she didn't need it for nothing, and she had to make a fortune before the divorce.

just……

I was wondering how to find a satisfactory script, and the sound of the suitcase rolling on the ground sounded in due course.

The eyebrows moved and looked along the source of the sound.

She is a very fashionable young girl.

The girl wore black suspenders with denim hot pants, and a checkered shirt was loosely tied around her waist.

His long hair was dyed a dazzling burgundy red, and was draped messily over his shoulders.

Perceiving the existence of Yan Jinyi, the girl just pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, and she didn't even bother to drag her suitcase to the stairs.

Huo Qingyuan?

Sure enough, very proud.

Seeing that Huo Qingyuan was about to go to the second floor, Yan Jinyi suddenly said in a deep voice.

"stop."

After taking off her sunglasses, Huo Qingyuan looked at Yan Jinyi. When she saw her looking at herself blankly, she sneered, "Who do you think it is?"

"You are Huo Qingyuan?"

Buttoning clean nails, Yan Jinyi asked.

"What are you doing with the yin and yang weird here today?" Huo Qingyuan frowned, unhappy with Yan Jinyi's attitude.

"The Huo family is a well-known family anyway, and the daughter of the Huo family should be a qualified lady. When I saw you, I thought it was an uncultivated wild girl."

"What do you mean, Yan Jinyi! Turn around and call me a wild girl?"

Yan Jinyi blinked, with a puzzled expression, "Isn't it? Oh, is it because you are really Miss Huo Jia, why are you such a virtue? I don't know how to greet my second wife."

Greetings?

Huo Qingyuan sneered, "You deserve it too? If it wasn't for your grandfather who used to be confused to make this engagement, a woman like you deserves to be married to my Huo's family as a young grandmother?"

Yan Jin stood up quickly, and walked over leisurely with his arms around his chest.

Faced with her meaningful smile, Huo Qingyuan felt a little cold on her back.

"You still want to beat me and fail?"

Realizing that she had been frightened by Yan Jinyi, Huo Qingyuan was a little upset, letting go of her hand holding the luggage bar, hands on her hips, and arrogantly facing Yan Jinyi's gaze.

Yan Jinyi suddenly laughed, but the smile on her face disappeared in a second, her eyes were suddenly cold and her foot kicked the suitcase down the stairs.

‘哐——’

 Huo Qingyuan is a typical wealthy daughter who is spontaneous and willful, but unfortunately met her second sister-in-law

  

 

(End of this chapter)

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