The Reborn Little Wife is Beautiful and Sassy

"Mr. Huo, I originally wanted to communicate with you face to face. Unfortunately, I didn't have the chance, so I had to resort to text messaging as the second best option. So far, Wanwan has definitely not told you the truth.

, you can trust me, I will not distort the facts."

This is the first text message.

The number sent to Huo Yanzheng was an unknown number.

There is a signature, confirming that the person who sent the text message is Zhao Xitong.

Zhao Xitong half-hiddenly revealed to Huo Yanzheng that Chu Wan was hiding something from him, and she was the one who knew the facts. She thought that Huo Yanzheng, who had read the text message, could not help but be confused and asked her for confirmation.

After all, judging from past experience, Huo Yanzheng would not turn a deaf ear to anything involving Chu Wan.

But Zhao Xitong waited and waited with her cell phone, but Huo Yanzheng didn't take the initiative to contact her.

Instead, she couldn't sit still.

Three hours have passed, and there is no reason why Huo Yanzheng still hasn't seen her text message.

The only possibility is that Huo Yanzheng saw it but was too lazy to pay attention.

Zhao Xitong stared at the phone, absent-mindedly, a little dazed, as if he had been hit hard.

Her white fingertips poked at the phone screen repeatedly, editing messages repeatedly on the text message interface, writing and deleting, deleting and writing, and so on.

I couldn't make up my mind for a long time.

Finally, when the night fell, Zhao Xitong still couldn't control his irritation and gathered up great courage to send a text message to Huo Yanzheng.

He said what he wanted to say.

"Don't ignore me, Mr. Huo."

"Wanwan disguises herself very well. She may not show anything wrong in front of you, but I am an insider. I know very well that Wanwan is forcing a smile."

"Wanwan is depressed, and the pain in her heart is far greater than what she shows."

"If you must ignore me, then please pay attention to Wanwan's situation. If possible, I still hope that you can spare some time for me from your busy schedule. I can go to Huo's to find you."

After the text message was sent, Zhao Xitong couldn't ignore it. She had to wait for Huo Yanzheng's reply.

I believe she spoke more openly, and Huo Yanzheng should understand what she meant.

She will seize every opportunity to meet Huo Yanzheng and be alone, trying to squeeze Mrs. Chu Wanhuo's position away.

However, just like the first text message sent by Zhao Xitong, the subsequent text messages sent by Zhao Xitong also fell into the sea without any sound feedback.

Zhao Xitong lowered his head and read the text messages he sent to Huo Yanzheng over and over again.

The wording in the text message was commendable and there was nothing wrong with it. Ordinarily, Huo Yanzheng shouldn't have ignored her like this.

But the reality was far from as smooth as she imagined.

The old phone number had been blocked long ago, and she used a new number to be able to talk to Huo Yanzheng.

After thinking about it, Zhao Xitong pressed Huo Yanzheng's number.

She wanted to call Huo Yanzheng, not only to hear his voice and talk to him, but also to win over Chu Wan.

It was also to shorten the distance between him and the unattainable Huo Yanzheng.

The moment the bell rang, Zhao Xitong was anxiously looking forward to it.

While waiting for Huo Yanzheng to answer the phone, Zhao Xitong's secret joy gradually surfaced on his face, and he couldn't hide it no matter what.

However, the result of waiting was that she was mercilessly blocked again.

Zhao Xitong held the phone with her little hand so hard that her sharp nails seemed to be embedded in the phone and could no longer be pulled out. The phone was almost broken by her pinch.

Zhao Xitong's chest rose and fell violently as her emotions changed, and her long, drooping eyelashes concealed all her resentment and unwillingness.

Compared with Zhao Xitong's uneasiness, Huo Yanzheng always maintained his indifference.

He drank the water in the glass in one gulp, his expression gloomy, and it was hard to tell whether he believed Zhao Xitong or not.

After Chu Wan finished the painting, she went upstairs to find Huo Yanzheng. Huo Yanzheng still did not change his posture from standing in front of the window.

"Yan Zheng, I didn't see you downstairs just now. I thought you were working in the study. But I went to the study and saw you, so I thought you were out." Chu Wan opened the ajar door and stepped away.

Go to the gym.

The sudden clear voice was not abrupt.

Chu Wan interrupted Huo Yanzheng's contemplation, but Huo Yanzheng didn't feel the slightest dissatisfaction.

Huo Yanzheng lightly raised his cold eyes, his handsome features were filled with a chill, and his thin lips stained with water droplets moved slightly, "I didn't go out, I just stayed in the gym."

"Yes." Chu Wan walked to Huo Yanzheng with a smile on her face, "I met Uncle Liu when I was walking downstairs, and Uncle Liu told me."

It was Uncle Liu who told her that Huo Yanzheng was staying in the gym.

"Is your painting finished?" Huo Yanzheng traced the outline of Chu Wan's small face without revealing anything, as if he wanted to find the slightest trace of depression and pain in Chu Wan's smiling face.

But he failed.

Her smile comes from sincerity, without any adulteration.

Depression and pain seemed to have nothing to do with her at this moment.

Apparently, the content of the text message Zhao Xitong sent him was simply nonsense.

He shouldn't believe it.

There is no credibility whatsoever.

What he prefers to believe is his own judgment.

"I drew a rough outline, and there are still some details that need to be added, but it's very late today, and I plan to perfect it tomorrow."

Chu Wan didn't know that Zhao Xitong sent another harassing text message to Huo Yanzheng. Otherwise, she would definitely give Zhao Xitong a slap in the face and make Zhao Xitong lose face.

Impeccable paintings are never done in one go. There are many lines that need to be drawn one by one and finely applied with color.

Painting has settled Chu Wan's mind and body, and also polished Chu Wan's patience.

A gust of wind blew slowly, and Chu Wan shrank her shoulders, then stepped forward and closed the window, "It's a bit cold, so I closed the window."

She was painting in the pavilion just now, and she also felt the slightest chill, but because she was wearing more clothes and she was focused on her own creation, she didn't pay much attention to it.

But after returning to the living room, the air conditioner turned on the heating, and Chu Wan naturally took off her light pink knitted sweater and plush jacket.

"Put the paintings away and go back to your room first." It was indeed late at night, Huo Yanzheng said.

Chu Wan did not put down her painting and looked at Huo Yanzheng under the light.

Huo Yanzheng had finished exercising for a while, but his stern face was still covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his neat short hair was soaked and stuck to his tall, plump forehead.

The white, slightly loose shirt fit tightly and loosely around his upper body, making his tight and muscular body even more attractive.

He stood casually, showing his coldness and abstinence, and quietly exuded a strong aura of male hormones.

Chu Wan stood less than an arm's length away from Huo Yanzheng, looking at each other, and could actually feel the heat wave coming from Huo Yanzheng's body.

There was a wordless emotion spreading, slowly filling the entire gym.

"Okay." She would listen to what he said, and Chu Wan nodded softly.

Seeing the obedient look on her face, Huo Yanzheng raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Don't forget to wash your face too, little cat."

His tone was pampering, with a hint of indulgence.

Even though Huo Yanzheng's face was still as calm as before, and his eyes were unreadable, Chu Wan clearly knew that he was different from her.