Madam Wants a Divorce Every Day

"Woo...Wow!" KO yelled and got up from the floor.

Su Huhou shuddered subconsciously.

"KO." Fu Ziyang stretched out his little hand and touched KO's head.

I saw the wolf dog, who was ready to rush over, instantly paralyzed back like a cat.

Su Houhou was hit immediately.

I rely on even the dog to listen to this bastard...

"Madam, are you back?" Aunt Liu walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup.

Su Hunhui felt another cry in his heart.

MMP even Aunt Liu worked overtime to cook for this family of three. You must know that she went home to hug her grandson immediately after she finished cooking at six o'clock these days.

After a sound of footsteps, Huo Jingshen appeared in her resentful sight.

He was still wearing the airport suit, but with his sleeves rolled up and three buttons on his neckline unbuttoned, his brows furrowed, his thin lips straightened, and his head and face covered with a series of questions: "Where did you go? No call ? Shut it down?"

Su Hun Hun did not speak.

Huo Jingshen looked at the angry little wife, took the big box in her hand, and then went to pull her hand again.

Surprisingly, Su Huhou slammed away, looking at the man's calm face, he burst out two words: "Shameless!"

Huo Jingshen: "..."

Fu Ziyang tilted his head, holding the dog while watching the show.

"Say, where is that woman?" Su Houhou said, and rushed into the living room.

"You have gone to the airport." Huo Jingshen was sure.

She should be the one I saw at the airport.

"Yes, I saw it all." Su Houhou turned around and pointed to the cute little guy, "Say, where is his mother? Where did you leave Xiao Sanzang?"

Huo Jing squinted, "...He is not my son."

Su Huhu coldly snorted, "You look so alike, who can you lie to, isn't it your son, is it your nephew?"

"He does not mean that".

Huo Jingshen looked at her with a fleeting emotion in his eyes, and then explained, "His name is Fu Ziyang, the son of a friend of mine. He ran away from home today and ran on the plane by himself. Just when I returned home, I brought him back. ."

Su Hun Hun did not believe it.

Fu Ziyang, such a romantic hero's name bullied her young age.

"As for that woman, she is touring China. She lives in a hotel, not here."

Su Hou Hun hummed twice, but still didn't believe it.

Huo Jing took out his cell phone deeply, "This is his dad's phone number. Would you like me to make an international long distance call? You can ask him in person?"

Seeing that Su Hun Hun still had no response, he dialed the number directly.

Soon, a nice bass sounded through the speakers, "My son got you into trouble again?"

Su Houhou: "..."

"It's okay, my wife misunderstood." After speaking, Huo Jingshen hung up.

He pushed the large suitcase in a corner of the living room, walked over to the coffee table and sat down, "Come here."

"Why?" Su Houhou looked wary.

There was a medicine cabinet on the coffee table, and Huo Jingshen said, "Why did my legs bleed?"

Su Huhou lowered his head, and sure enough, there was a large clot of blood on the ankle.

"Come here." Huo Jingshen said again.

Su Xun pursed the corner of his mouth, and walked over.

When he got to the front, Huo Jingshen stretched out his big hand to hold her soft calf and lifted it directly to let her sit down beside him, with his feet placed on his legs.

When he touched alcohol, Su Houhou almost burst into tears in pain.

"Fuck you, be lighter... ah, it hurts... Fuck... be lighter, shit, be lighter!"

"So afraid of pain?" Huo Jingshen glanced at her.

The little girl frowned fiercely, her lips were bitten together, she screamed like this when she broke her skin. Wouldn't she break her body later...

Huo Jingshen was a little worried about the soundproofing of the room, especially a five-year-old light bulb was suddenly added to the house.

Subconsciously, he looked at that person and dog, thinking about sending this little guy on the plane back to England tomorrow...

As if he had a mind-reading skill, Fu Ziyang suddenly said, "I want to stay here to find my mother."

Huo Jingshen: "..."

Finally healed the wound, Su Hun Hun looked at the gauze on the ankle, his mouth slumped.

Can I still learn to drive tomorrow? I have to ask for leave again...

"Don't wear such short pants in the future." Huo Jingshen had another opinion.

Su Hou Hun snorted, got up and ran to the restaurant, "I want to eat if I'm starving."

Huo Jingshen looked at her, frowning.

The jeans are so short, with both legs dangling naked under his eyelids. They are white, straight, and long, just enough to wrap around his waist...