Wife Addiction, Don’t Run Away, Madam

Seeing the two gleaming and smiling at each other, the panic in the man's heart was invisibly magnified many times.

Li Wan, please, don't smile at him.

Smile more at me, okay.

Yan Heming's clean eyes were full of love, and he unabashedly fell on the beautiful and moving woman beside him.

"Li Wan, you are great."

"Thanks, you too."

The two talking and laughing gave everyone unlimited space for reverie.

Many netizens started to add fuel to their minds unconsciously.

"Oh! Yan Heming and Li Wan are really so good!"

"Surprised! My friend said that Yan Heming liked Li late ten years ago."

"I know this, I know this question!"

"Ahhhh, what kind of idol plot is this, warm and run like a big school grass × glamorous overlord flower!"

"Upstairs, I'll give you a pen, write it!"

"Raise your hand, want to see +10086!"

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Standing on the stage, Li Wan wore a red dress, his proud and arrogant appearance dazzled everyone's eyes.

She was holding the trophy, her thin lips lightly opened:

"The trophy is very beautiful, and I am very happy to receive it. I hope I will get more in the future and fill my studio."

Everyone understands the meaning of Li's evening talk.

She wants to open a studio.

What the studio does and where it is opened, there is no need to say clearly, there will be a group of netizens looking for it.

Now is the time when Li Wan has the enthusiasm. Not only these, but many old things will be brought up again.

Li Wan specially asked Li Yan, as long as they don't disturb the small dumplings, they can let them search for others.

Old things are nothing.

Excessive cover-up is like trying to cover up.

When Yan Heming spoke, the man looked sideways and smiled at Li Wan, his eyes soft:

"Sister Wan, is there a shortage of people in the studio, do you think I can?"

He paused, raised the trophy in his hand, and smiled: "I can help you fill up the studio earlier."

Li Wan: "..." Seriously, big brother.

Auntie said that you went abroad after the match!

However, her studio does lack talents like Yan Heming.

Li Wan was a little moved.

But at the same time she was very entangled because she knew Yan Heming's mind.

The love in the man's eyes is everywhere, she is not blind, she can see it.

Netizens can also see it.

Not to mention Huo Lingtian.

The gloomy eyes were pinched on that young master Pian Pian.

I really want to throw this eye-catching man out of Los Angeles.

What ten years, ten years of shit.

Li Wan is mine.

She is on my household registration book, no matter how round she is, she can't be your turn.

The jealous sea of ​​the man's heart was tumbling, and in the next second, he couldn't help raising his foot.

Step by step, he hurriedly walked in the direction of Li Wan.

The little milk dumpling grabbed the man's collar, and said milkily, "Uncle Huo, what's the matter with you~"

"Go and wish your mommy a prize." The man's voice bitterly, and every word is stern.

Li Wan stood high, and it was easy to notice the milk dumplings.

As for why the little guy was held by Huo Lingtian and how he came to the game, Li Wan didn't bother to think about it.

Anyway, everything came, and she happened to want to hug the little guy.

She raised the trophy in excitement, and smiled happily at the little guy.

Boy, your mommy is awesome!

The little bun of Li Ze waved his fleshy little hand, and his peach blossom eyes gleamed with admiration.

Great! Mommy knocks on the stick~

Huo Lingtian's footsteps suddenly stopped.

The man pursed his lips, and there was a touch of excitement in his eyes.

Li Wan smiled at him.

The smile is very brilliant, public and beautiful.

It's like the bunch of delicate red roses that used to be.

She... hasn't she come back?

Huo Lingtian's breathing suddenly became messy and rapid, and stopped in place, like a helpless young man.

He dared not go any further, for fear of scaring the rose away.

Li Wan, you are smiling at me, right.

Even knowing that she was smiling at the brat in his arms, Huo Lingtian couldn't help but deceived herself.

"Uncle Huo, hurry up, Mommy has seen me~"

Little boy Li Ze unscrewed his small eyebrows, uncle, please go faster, okay?

Otherwise, you let me down, I'm going to find mommy!

Li Wan also raised his eyebrows, why didn't this man leave?

What to stop there for.

Didn’t you walk happily just now?

Could it be... afraid of being beaten?

Forget it, go by yourself.

Li Wan turned his head and stuffed the trophy into Yan Heming's arms, and ran in a certain direction with open arms in full view.

Everyone looked in that direction curiously.

Huh?

They read it right!

Isn't that the young master of the Huo family?

Why is he still holding a little guy in his arms.

It looks like it's Li Wan's son?

Not to mention, the little dumplings are in vain and soft, but they are so cute!

But how could it appear in Huo Lingtian's arms.

Isn't the rumor that Huo Lingtian doesn't recognize this child?

Yo, the little guy stretched out his hand towards Li Wan.

"Mommy Mommy, hug~"

"Good." Li Wan smiled and took the milk dumpling in his arms.

"Thank you Uncle Huo, goodbye to mess with~"

The crisp and polite voice of the little milk group reached everyone's ears just right.

Uncle Huo.

Everyone has a scrutiny in their minds.

It seems that most of the rumors are true.

Some people began to whisper.

But more people choose to be silent.

They didn't have the guts to chew their tongues in front of Huo Lingtian.

Life-saving matters.

Huo Lingtian was already dumbfounded, no one knew how he felt when he watched Li Wan get closer and closer.

That was probably when he had the worst psychological quality in recent years.

He just wanted to drag Li Wan into his arms desperately.

An apology or confession will do.

As long as this woman can stay.

Instead of fishing away the children like now, leaving a indifferent and alienated sentence "Thank you Mr. Huo."

Seeing Li Wan's back turned and left, Huo Lingtian didn't even think about it, and ran after him.

"Lean late!" The man's voice was shaking, as if he had been electrocuted.

Li Wan stopped, and glanced back at him.

For the sake of you holding the bastard, I will give you three seconds and speak quickly if you have something to say.

Huo Lingtian didn't expect that Li Wan would really look back at him.

The man's heart was trembling, his lips were closed and he didn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

Three seconds later, Li Wan turned and walked forward.

Huo Lingtian ran forward in a panic, gently hooking the woman's arm, his voice is rare and gentle:

"You, wear high heels, hug him less and be careful."

As soon as this remark came out, the onlookers took a breath.

Is this tone of voice owned by the incredible Young Master Huahua?

Isn't this too gentle?

Didn’t Huo Lingtian really hate Li Wan?

What is going on with these words full of concern?

How it sounds cautious.

Huo Lingtian's expression changed a bit as all the discussions around him came.

Li Wan pursed his lips, yet he didn't say a word, but was preempted by the little milk dumpling in his arms.

"I know, Uncle Huo, Uncle Hehe is there, he can also hug him~"

"Well, good, goodbye...bye."