Yuan Yung didn’t expect to actually fall asleep last night, she woke up and reached for her phone beside the pillow, glancing at the ti—it was already past nine in the morning—
There was still an unread ssage.
She casually opened it: [My brother’s things have been sent to you, I’ve also posted the address to you.]
This number looked strange, so illegible text, but she knew it was Ye Xu—
The beauty’s things!
Yuan Yung threw on so clothes and dashed downstairs, excited like a child, she happened to bump into Sister-in-law Zhang in the hall.
She smiled and grabbed her hand, "Sister-in-law Zhang, has the newspaper delivery person co today?"
Sister-in-law Zhang was stunned by the beaming face in front of her, didn’t respond for a while, "Yes, the newspapers are on the dining..."
Before she finished speaking, Yuan Yung excitedly rushed into the dining room and unexpectedly saw Huo Junting.
Why hadn’t he left?
Although he seldom stayed here, every ti he did, he’d leave for the company early, but today it’s already past nine, why was he still here?
"Morning—"
Yuan Yung greeted distantly, her eyes remaining fixed on the newspaper he was holding.
Huo Junting slightly moved the newspaper, assessing her from top to bottom, "Hand broken, can’t even dress properly?"
Yuan Yung coldly lowered her gaze, only to see a large section in front of her wide open—not revealing anything sensitive, but... indeed a bit too open. She awkwardly adjusted her clothing, "Could I have the newspaper?"
"The newspapers are all here, get it yourself."
The man’s voice was cold and sharp, colder than the weather.
Yuan Yung imdiately walked over, started flipping through the newspaper, why wasn’t it there? Why wasn’t the letter there?
Could it still not have been delivered?
Huo Junting glanced at her, "What are you looking for?"
"Oh, nothing." Yuan Yung imdiately stepped aside, ever since the marriage, she’d been deliberately keeping a distance from him, "I’ll head upstairs first."
"Wait—"
Her steps were stopped by his call.
Yuan Yung turned with a stiff back, "What is it?"
"Sit down, have breakfast with ." Huo Junting’s tone sounded like giving orders to his subordinates.
Yuan Yung wanted to leave, wanted to ignore—
Unexpectedly, the man said again, "I’ve spent so much money on you, asking you to accompany for breakfast, is it too much?"
Yuan Yung clenched her hands, she knew he was deliberately tornting her, the reason? She didn’t know.
Maybe it’s because she cursed him out in the bustling streets, making him lose face...
In many people’s eyes, he’s a high-standing creator, being scolded like that by an ordinary girl, it’s hard not to feel uncomfortable.
She turned over, containing repulsion in her heart, went to sit down, "Not too much, but I have no appetite, I can only sit, not eat along."
"Fine—"
With the word finished, he threw the newspaper by her hand.
Yuan Yung raised her eyes, "I don’t read newspapers."
"I want you to read." The man insisted.
"I won’t read, you can’t—"
"Yuan Yung, I can." Huo Junting interrupted in ti, that cold and stern handso face showed even less warmth at the mont, "Don’t forget, the people over in Yu City are still in my hands."
The woman felt a strike to the head, her eyes full of anger, but she still picked up the newspaper in front of her.
Didn’t expect it to be news from the entertainnt section.
The entertainnt section, why was he so engrossed just now?
While the woman was perplexed, she didn’t see the look the man gave her, those deep dark eyes filled with teasing and... tenderness.
He said, "Read out the content at the top."
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