Wife Addiction, Don’t Run Away, Madam

In the living room, Wang Xueting looked at a table of unmoved meals, and immediately lost her appetite.

My dear grandsons are gone, no matter how delicious the food is, there is no taste.

Huo Chongren just the opposite, grinned and let out a chuckle.

The deep voice sounded in the silent hall, especially clear.

"Old man, what are you laughing at? My heart touches my throat, and you are still laughing."

Wang Xueting angrily gave her wife a glance.

Huo Chongren smiled unabated, and took a sip of the tea that Li Wan poured him when he left.

Then, under Wang Xueting's angry eyes, she said without end, "Good tea."

Wang Xueting snapped angrily around his waist, causing Huo Chongren to beg for mercy again and again.

"It hurts, let it go! I'll explain it to you."

With old arms and legs, Wang Xueting didn't dare to make a real move, pinched it for two seconds before letting it go.

"My wife, you remember that when we were young, when we quarreled, who was the first to admit our mistakes every time?"

Wang Xueting pursed her lips, wrinkles formed at the corners of her eyes as she thought about it, and a thoughtful smile appeared on her face.

"You mean, Ling Tian..."

"Hey, I didn't say anything, in case I guess wrong, don't hit me."

Huo Chongren hurriedly interrupted Wang Xueting's next words.

This idea of ​​her is too ideal, they now want to get closer to reality.

"I mean, the person who is the first to compromise will be the one with love in his heart in the future."

Huo Chongren raised his head, glanced at the empty stairwell, then lowered his voice and continued to speak:

"You don't know what Huo Lingtian's character is. He grew up held by a woman since he was a child."

"Which woman in Los Angeles saw him, she didn't always rush on him, asking for the stars and not the moon."

"Your son, he's been spoiled by women a long time ago."

Huo Chongren said as he put the freshly peeled shrimp into Wang Xueting's bowl.

Wang Xueting is not even thinking about eating shrimp now, and her attention is all in the rhetoric of her wife.

"What you mean is that he listened to what she said late today, so she is different from other women in his heart, right?"

"Hey... As expected of my wife, so smart."

Huo Chongren smiled and boasted, and smoothly pushed the newly peeled shrimp in front of Wang Xueting.

"Eat shrimp, it will be cold later."

Wang Xueting was in a better mood, thinking about how to add to the flames.

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As soon as Li Wan drove the car to the entrance of the kindergarten, he turned around and found that the little bun was asleep.

She frowned, this little bastard, why is she so sleepy?

Is it because the biological clock has not been adjusted?

It seems that after going to school later, I will take the little guy home to sleep.

Right now Li Ze was sleeping soundly, Li Wan was not willing to wake him up, and even leaned forward to cover the little guy with a blanket.

She lowered the temperature in the car, then turned out the phone, tapped her fingertips, tapping something.

Within a few minutes, the woman successfully logged on to a forum about fashion designers.

Two minutes later, Li Wan exhaled and said lightly: "It's too late."

What Li Wan was looking for was the registration form for the annual fashion designer competition in Los Angeles.

She remembers that Los Angeles has this event every year, not big or small, but very well-known.

Because he has been abroad all the year round, Li Wan is not clear about the entry time and registration time of this design competition.

In previous years, she also participated in large and small competitions abroad, but because the venue of this competition was in Los Angeles, she never participated.

Since she is back now, of course she has to take a stroll.

There are still five days before the deadline for registration. She can participate in the competition if it is too late.

Li Wan squinted his eyes, feeling a little grateful in his heart.

Participating in this competition is not the point, the point is that she wants to show off.

She wants to use this competition to beat the title of her studio.

She, the ignorant little overlord in the LA celebrity circle, is about to start a career!

Li Wan wants to open a clothing studio in Los Angeles.

Of course, it is only in the fantasy stage of Li Wan.

She also just had this idea.

But it doesn't matter, there is still more than a month before the fashion design competition starts.

She has plenty of time to think.

Li Wan wants to open a studio of his own in Los Angeles, aimed at high-end people.

Specially designed dresses for ladies and rich ladies in the upper class.

Oh, yes, there are those stars who need to walk on the red carpet.

After all, the more high-end things are, the more rare they are. This kind of rarity is what they want.

In the past few years abroad, Li Wan has increasingly enjoyed the feeling that his works are known and praised by the public.

She hopes that the clothes she designed can shine and heat on occasions when needed!

Li Wan plans to implement hunger marketing.

Each of the couture dresses designed by her studio are sold in limited quantities and tailor-made for customers.

Of course, you can also choose the quantity you need to make according to the customer's wishes.

For example, make ten, eight different colors and wear them.

It's pretty good to think about it.

In this way, it can greatly reduce the embarrassment of these wealthy wives when they are attending events.

They are all in the same circle, and you can't see you when you look up. When you are richer than the United States, you can't fall behind.

Li's company now favors the general public and children, and the prices are relatively close to the people.

The style is also relatively popular, basically casual and comfortable.

Li Wan rarely paints those graceful and luxurious design drafts.

Except for competitions, she hardly needs those drafts.

Li Wan thinks it's a waste, her talent can't be overwhelmed!

That's why I got the idea of ​​opening a studio.

As the little overlord of the celebrity circle, everyone's impression of Li Wan is still five years ago.

Mingyan generous, wild behavior.

She is the kind of woman who can chase Huo Lingtian for two miles in high heels.

No one knows about her being a fashion designer except Qiao Qiaoqiao.

Of course, no one believed it.

As for Li Wan's hand that can knock down a strong man with one punch, pick up the stroke design draft?

Stop making trouble, Miss Li would be lucky if she didn't break the pen.

Li Wan knew this too well, so she didn't plan to say directly that the most convincing is the strength to fight in the face.

She wants everyone in Los Angeles to know that Li Wan's hands can punch a nosebleed and draw the most beautiful lines.

Humph, people are not to be seen, and the sea is not to be measured.

Don't underestimate the fist of the celebrity circle Xiaobawang.

The carriage was quiet. Li Wan glanced roughly at the theme and direction of the design competition. Before finishing the study, Xiao Nai Baozi woke up.

"Mommy, I'm thirsty~"

The little cub who had just woke up had a softer voice, with a laziness that seemed like nothing.

Li Wan's thoughts immediately flew from the design competition to the face of the little milk dumpling.

So soft, so cute, I want to kiss, I want to rua~

Li Wan handed the water glass to the little boy, and then stared at the little guy's soft look with eyes full of stars.

How could she give birth to such a cute little thing.

Ouch!

Baby, little angel!

Mommy likes you so much.