C848 Unpleasant
The playground next to the Jiang City's Gong's Zoo had now become a casino.
The casino was brightly lit.
Huo Zhiqian's car quietly stopped under the shade of a tree at the entrance of the casino. It was low-profile and gorgeous, as if it was waiting for something.
Huo Zhiqian sat in the back seat, his face hidden in a place where the headlights could not be found. It was a blur.
His eyes were fixed on the entrance of the casino, as if he was waiting for something.
But after waiting for an hour, the person he was waiting for still did not appear.
Chuanxia was a little curious and could not help but ask, "Who are you waiting for? Waiting for my mom?"
Huo Zhiqian lowered his eyes. "I can't wait for her. She probably won't come out. "
After so many years, she was still so resolute. She would not admit the relationship between him and Chuanxia.
" Then we can go in and find her. " Chuanxia wanted to open the car door.
"Drive. " Huo Zhiqian shouted, "Go back to the capital. "
Chuanxia felt a little uncomfortable.
They drove all the way to Jiang City for nearly ten hours before they arrived. In the end, they only waited for an hour?
Why did her mother, whom she had never met before, not want to see her?
Did she hate her that much?
Chuanxia was in a very bad mood.
But Huo Zhiqian did not want her to forcefully go to the casino to find that person.
Their relationship was really too strange. He would rather drive for ten hours and wait for her at the entrance for another hour, than enter her territory.
He seemed to be in a foul mood, fighting against that woman silently.
. . .
After Chuanxia returned to the capital, her mood was especially bad.
Huo Zhiqian had just sent Chuanxia to the capital when the people from the Dongfang family went to pick her up.
The Dongfang family prepared to bring Chuanxia, their daughter-in-law, to their house to stay.
Huo Zhiqian did not object and could be considered to have tacitly agreed.
"Little girl, everything is up to you. If you really don't like it, you should get along with it first. "
Huo Zhiqian threw down the last piece of advice and let the Dongfang family's car pick Chuanxia up.
Chuanxia did not understand why Huo Zhiqian wanted her to marry Dongfang Wulei.
. . .
At night, in the Dongfang family. The cold wind was blowing.
The Dongfang family naturally arranged Chuanxia to stay in Dongfang Wulei's suite.
Chuanxia was in a bad mood because she did not see her mother, so she sat on the sofa and curled up. In the tightly shut bedroom door, waves of women's voices could be heard.1
Chuanxia gently sat up from the sofa, put on her slippers, and quietly walked to the bedroom door.
"You bit me, Wulei!" An Bei La's voice was faintly heard. It sounded in the deep quiet night, adding a bit of coldness and melancholy.
Chuanxia was only 18 years old, but she already understood the sorrow of love was none other than this. She told herself that the reason why she felt uncomfortable was because she did not like the pretentious voice of An Bei. Although Dongfang Wulei was only putting on a show for Ambra.
She did not need to be sad at all.
Dongfang Wulei's eyes were slightly closed and the corner of his mouth was slightly raised. He seemed to have seen the heavy figure outside the door.
The man's casual manner seemed to be waiting for something to happen.
Sure enough, the door was pushed open by Chuanxia with a bang.
A hint of understanding flashed across Dongfang Wulei's cold eyes as he looked at Chuanxia. "Why did you come in? It was shameful to disturb other people's good things. Get out. "
Anbra also raised her eyebrows in anger at the right time. "Fat woman, Wulei told you to get out, didn't you hear him?"
What they did was really shameful! Did they not even need to close the door?
Chuanxia shook her slightly plump body and did not walk away. Instead, she closed the bedroom door expressionlessly and walked to the bedside. She bent down slightly and looked down at the enchanting woman in Dongfang Wulei's arms. She said softly, "Get off the bed, go out, and close the door. Did you hear that? "
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