Chapter 1147: Mistaken Husband Translator: Yunyi
“Wait...”
Zhong Li did not seem to understand Song Yaoyao’s words. A faint smile hung on the corner of his lips. “I’ll co again next ti, Miss Song. I like you.”
“Pfff—”
Song Yaoyao was amused. She turned her head. “What did you say?”
She could not be bothered to feign civility with him. The man’s devilish face was reflected in her clear eyes. “Mr. Zhong Li, are you not awake? Or are you drunk? I don’t sll any alcohol on you. Why are you talking nonsense in broad daylight?”
Huo Jiu said in a low voice, “Miss Song, get in the car first.”
Zhong Li chuckled. “Miss Song, whether you believe it or not, I have no ill intentions towards you. On the contrary, the way you are now has piqued my interest even more.”
“I didn’t think you’d want to be a howrecker.” Song Yaoyao’s face was cold.
“When the man and woman aren’t unmarried, how can I be a howrecker?”
Song Yaoyao couldn’t understand Zhong Li’s logic. She bent down and got into her car, slamming the car door with a bang.
Zhong Li stood still, his smile thick. “Miss Song, I’m serious. From the first ti I saw you, I was attracted to you.”
“Is that so?”
Song Yaoyao slowly rolled up the car window. Her pretty face was covered in a cold smile, and her voice slowly drifted out from the gap.
“No matter what you want to play, I just hope that you don’t end up shooting yourself in the foot.”
Playing around and putting oneself in harm’s way was not worth it.
...
[Mr. Huo’s real face is exposed!]
“Ahhh, it’s front on this ti. My god, is Mr. Huo this handso?”
“Isn’t this too romantic? He picked up his girlfriend from work in the winter and even brought a bouquet of flowers. I’m so envious.”
“I don’t know how to say this, but I’m a little disillusioned. In my heart, Mr. Huo clearly doesn’t look like this...”
“Sigh, seeing a sister disillusioned, I want to say that I’m disillusioned as well. In my heart, Mr. Huo should be the kind of person with a great temperant. The few tis I listened to him speak, I could also feel that he was very cultured. How should I put it... This man is also handso, but he just makes
feel uncomfortable! Yet, I can’t quite describe the reason...”
“He’s like a poisonous snake, the kind that is extrely poisonous. Speaking of which, I don’t see any love in his eyes.”
“Have you been watching too much ani? Do you consider this as not handso? If you can find soone more handso than him in real life, I’ll chop my head off and let you use it as a stool!”
“Who wants your head? What if your ugliness frightens ? Can you bear the responsibility?”
“No matter what you say, I’m in love! I love his face! Those who said Mr. Huo is an old man who doesn’t dare to show his face because he’s ugly, are now smacking their faces, right? Hahaha, I’m so happy!”
“Look at your husband! @SongYaoyao”
“Excuse , does your husband need a mistress? If not, how about a servant girl? @SongYaoyao”
...
Song Yaoyao washed up and sat down for a while before her phone started to ring non-stop.
The first thing she thought was, “What happened again?”
Every ti her phone rang non-stop, nothing good happened. Song Yaoyao put away the towel on her head, unlocked her phone, and clicked into Weibo.
When she first saw the posts that she was tagged in, Song Yaoyao simply thought, “My husband is handso? Nonsense! Of course my husband is handso! Are you trying to steal my husband? In your dreams!”
But on second thought...
When did her Gege’s face get exposed?
And roses, what the hell was with picking her up from work and all that?
It seed, these netizens misunderstood again. Song Yaoyao tapped into the original post and saw a few photos.
They were taken from all sorts of angles, and the photographer knew which angles worked best; it appeared as though they were very close to each other. The photos of her leaving with a cold expression were not taken at all. Instead, they were all photos of them standing and talking together.
So...
The tagged posts telling her to claim her husband... were referring to Zhong Li!
Ugh!
Song Yaoyao felt like vomiting. Flas were burning in her eyes as she suppressed her anger and continued reading the comnts.
“He’s too handso!”
“Hello, brother-in-law!”
“Mr. Huo, do you have any brothers? Take a look at , am I good enough?”
“Without further ado, I’ll call you brother first!”
Occasionally, so doubtful voices were drowned out by the comnts.
Bang!
Song Yaoyao slamd the table angrily.
The next second, “Ow!”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she blew her hand.
It hurt!
Were these people blind? How was Zhong Li like her Gege?
These comnts, coupled with Zhong Li’s actions in the afternoon, successfully made Song Yaoyao feel disgusted.
Seeing his na placed next to hers and even becoming her ‘husband’, Song Yaoyao felt like her world was about to explode!
Bang!
The door to the study was pushed open.
Huo Yunque’s eyelids twitched, and he looked at the door with a helpless smile.
“What’s wrong?”
His voice was clear and lodious, like a clear spring in the forest, which could easily calm the impetuousness in a person’s heart.
However, this was a special situation, and Song Yaoyao was extrely irritated.
She pursed her lips. “Gege, do you not like to show your face?”
“Huh? What?”
She threw a question at Huo Yunque, but Huo Yunque did not understand it. He waved at Song Yaoyao and waited for her to co over. Then, he pulled her onto his lap and sat her down.
“Tell
slowly, and I’ll give you an answer.”
Song Yaoyao started explaining.
“...that’s it.”
She was furious. “What kind of taste does this group of people have? Even if all the n in the world die, I wouldn’t take a fancy to him!”
Cough—
She was so angry that her face turned red and she wanted to smash her phone.
Huo Yunque laughed softly and carefully protected her so that she would not fall. Looking at her bared fangs and brandished claws, he could not help but think of a little kitten.
The kind with soft pads and claws that were not fully grown yet.
“Then what do you think we should do?”
His gaze swept across the photo. Zhong Li was standing beside Song Yaoyao with roses in his hand. When his gaze fell upon the word, ‘husband’, it beca dark and unpredictable.
“Clarify!”
Song Yaoyao clenched her small fists. “My husband is clearly much more handso than him. These netizens are no good. What kind of taste do they have?”
Huo Yunque paused. When he heard the word ‘husband’ coming out of that petal-like mouth, his deep eyes were so deep that it made people feel terrified.
Song Yaoyao felt a chill, as if she was being stared at by a wild beast.
She shrank into Huo Yunque’s arms without realizing it. “Gege, say sothing!”
“Okay.”
“Huh? What?”
Song Yaoyao was impulsive but she didn’t expect Huo Yunque to agree so readily.
“Then...” Song Yaoyao’s eyes lit up. She blinked and said excitedly, “Can you pose nicely for
to take a photo? I can retouch it. I can do it really well!”
It had been so long that she almost forgot that she had used this skill to make money in the past.
“Oh? You can retouch photos?”
Huo Yunque narrowed his phoenix eyes and leaned forward slowly.
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