Madam Wants a Divorce Every Day

Wu Wan. She had no choice but to find another topic, The wedding will start at twelve o'clock tomorrow, remember to leave early, and don't be late.

Oh. Su Wanwan replied, and suddenly pointed to the front, Just stop at the subway entrance in front.

Qiao Zixin clenched her fingers, wishing to stare through the back of the chair in front of her.

Can't this dead girl take her home by the way?

She has already boarded the car, is it true that she is really required to wear this expensive and elegant outfit to squeeze the subway?

I really have no emotional intelligence at all!

She looked at Huo Jingshen.

The man was concentrating on driving. From her point of view, the lines of his side face were sharp and smooth, the fingers holding the steering wheel were well-knit and well-shaped, his shoulders were straight, his back was straight, and his forearms were tight and sexy.

From head to toe, the word perfect seems to be written all over it.

But why was such a perfect man seduced by Su Huhou, an illegitimate daughter?

Qiao Zixin's heart was very unbalanced.

When the car slowly pulled over to the side of the road, she raised her right hand to brush her long hair, took off the earrings without anyone noticing, and stuffed them into the gap of the car seat behind her.

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It was still raining heavily outside the window.

The black Mulsanne stopped at the roadside at the subway entrance.

See you tomorrow, cousin!

Su Wanwan waved her little hand innocently.

Qiao Zixin smiled, Wu Hou, Mr. Huo, then I'll get out of the car first, thank you.

You're welcome.

It was Su Huan who spoke.

In fact, Huo Jingshen hasn't said a single word since getting in the car, he is noble and indifferent... as if far away in the clouds.

Qiao Zixin was disappointed, and took one last look at the man's stern and charming side face, and she pushed the door and got out of the car.

Almost as soon as the car door was closed, the black Mulsanne drove away in an instant. The speed of the car was so fast that a puddle of rainwater was startled on the ground, and the woman on the side of the road was completely splashed.

Qiao Zixin just stood there in the rain without moving for a long time.

Her hairstyle was all messed up, and her red dress was also stained and stained by water pollution, but on her face was a weird smile of obsession.

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Inside the warm compartment.

Huo Jingshen still drove the car quietly, as if nothing happened just now.

The phone rang suddenly, and Su Wanwan hurriedly connected, Grandma.

Honey, are you home?

I was out.

I just found out that the Su family sent your dress here. I was afraid that you would wear it tomorrow, so I asked Zheyi to drive it to the imperial court just now.

Okay, thank you grandma.

Su Wanwan hung up the phone and looked at the time, it was already eight o'clock.

I have to try on the dress later, I don't know how long it will take.

Unconsciously, Mu Shang drove into an underground parking garage.

After getting off the car, Huo Jingshen took her to the elevator all the way to the tenth floor.

When you come out, you will see the bright and luxurious exquisite storefront, which is in stark contrast to the desolation of the heavy rain outside.

The two entered a high-end styling club.

There are not many people, light music is playing, and the black, white and gray design looks low-key and luxurious.

Good evening, Mr. Huo.

Soon a staff member came to greet her, and they looked straight at Su Wanwan.

The people who come and go here are either high-society ladies or stars in the entertainment circle, which one is not desperate to compete for beauty?

It was the first time he had seen such a small white flower.

With a ball head tied, the slapped face without makeup is tender, white and tall, and the simple white T-shirt with jeans, and the innocent eyes looking around like a deer, set off a student spirit.

Then look at Huo Jingshen with a calm expression but has been holding her little hand firmly.

Tsk, sure enough, the more successful a man is, the more he likes young girls!

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It is true that Su Houhou rarely came to this kind of place, so she took a few more curious glances, and when she recovered, she was already surrounded by the staff, and beside her was an exquisite long dress.

Mrs. Huo, this dress is the treasure of our store. It is made by French designer Turry...

I won't try.

Su Huan blurted out.

Huo Jing looked at her deeply, his thin lips parted slightly, I already bought it.

Su Wanwan: ...

upstart!

Go try it on.

Huo Jingshen's tone was very light, but there was an undeniable meaning.

Su Huan pursed her lips.

Forget it, idle is idle.

She followed the staff into the fitting room.

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On this side, Huo Jingshen sat on the sofa, picked up his phone and swiped.

Nangong Ci invites you to join the group chat WJY.

Just ignore it and fork it.

...

good evening.

welcome!

As soon as Xiang Ranxin entered the door, she saw the man sitting there.

With her eyes fixed, she turned around and wanted to leave.

Sister, what are you doing? Xiang Li Li hastily pulled her back.

Xiang Ranxin whispered, It's too late, let's come back tomorrow.

It's still raining outside, and the driver hasn't arrived yet. What are you in a hurry for? Last time I came here, I saw a dress. I just wanted to try it on. Xiang Lili couldn't help but walk in, pulling Xiang Ranxin.

A man was sitting on the sofa, wearing a shirt, trousers, leather shoes, and a tie, looking like a meticulous elite.

He looked down at the mobile phone, his face was handsome and well-defined, but his demeanor was obviously a little indifferent.

Heart of beauty in everyone.

Xiang Li Li couldn't help taking a few more glances.

This man is much more charming than the little boys she used to date, with a sense of maturity and elegance all over his body.

Sorry, that dress has already been bought. The staff member quickly came over and said.

Xiang Lili immediately looked displeased, Bought?

Yes, customers are trying them on right now.

Hearing this, Xiang Li Li became even more unhappy, Okay, then I'll wait for her to come out.

She wants to see what kind of woman can afford to spend so much money on such an ugly dress!

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