Huo Kaixun said "yes" from the tip of his nose, and he agreed with his mother's view very much.

In all aspects, Ji Wannong is better than Ji Yaqing. If he had to choose one of the two sisters of the Ji family as his daughter-in-law, Ji Wannong would indeed be a little more satisfied with him.

Ji Yaqing's willful personality, A Yao is really married to her, so A Yao doesn't have to worry about Huo's family. He only has the only thing left to chase Ji Yaqing's butt and coax people behind him every day.

Just from the simple appearance and figure, Ji Wannong is much stronger than Ji Yaqing.

As A Yao's wife, he will inevitably accompany him to various occasions in the future.

Ji Yaqing is not as good as Ji Wannong.

If you are a general from a short person, you should be weaker than your personality. It is enough to be a good vase.

It's much better than Ji Yaqing, who always shook her face and made a tantrum.

But the question is, why did the heir of the Huo family draw a general among the short men?

Whether it is for A Yao or for Huo, the young lady of the Huo family should not and cannot be the daughter of the Ji family.

Grandma Huo glanced at her son's expression and gave an ultimatum: "I'll tell you well, you pretend you don't understand, right? OK, then I will tell you clearly. A Yao and Nong Girl are already married. Don't think about using your lowly means to force Nong Girl to leave A Yao, do you understand?"

Huo Kaixun smiled very lightly, and his skin was so cold that he was not smiling: "I understand."

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I don’t know if the familiar scent in the car made her relaxed, but Ji Wannong, who was pretending to be sleeping with her headphones, actually fell asleep.

I don't know how long she had been sleeping, but she opened her eyes in a daze and saw the familiar convenience store. It was the back alley where Huo Yao sent her back to school to get her household registration book at noon. Then she immediately realized that she was still in his car. She quickly sat upright and something was sliding down on her legs. She subconsciously bent down and reached out to grab it.

However, she forgot that she was still wearing a seat belt and bent down so hard that she was patted back by the seat belt. The seat belt was slammed on her chest, mainly because it hit the button on her chest, and tears of pain suddenly popped up.

While rubbing her painful chest, she turned her head and looked over.

Huo Yao had untied his seat belt. He held his phone with one hand and flipped through the documents spread on the steering wheel with the other. He didn't know what he was talking about, and there was a piano music playing in her headphones.

"Kikijiro's Summer"

No matter how expensive a luxury car or how spacious the space is, it is just a car after all.

How big is a car's space?

When Huo Yao heard her movements, he turned his head slowly. Seeing her movements, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the document again.

Ji Wannong didn't notice that she went to rub the painful chest, and the neckline of the small V-collar turned into a large V-collar, revealing some white jade tofu on her chest.

While tidying up her hair, she accidentally hooked up the headphone cable and the headphones fell off.

She heard Huo Yao say, "Just do it first."

He hung up the phone and sorted out the documents while saying, "I wake up and go and choose the new house."

Not only were documents laid on the steering wheel, but documents were covered on his legs and the seats in the back row.

Even several documents were placed in her arms, and she subconsciously grabbed the documents he placed on her legs, which made it hurt.

Ji Wannong handed him the document in his arms: "Mr. Huo, how long have I slept?"

Huo Yao's tone was faint: "Didn't pay attention."

He was too busy, and she saw it all.

Since he met him today, his phone number has never stopped. When he met Grandma Huo at the old house of Huo, he also kept calling.

He needed to manage such a huge money-making machine as Huo, but she was delayed in the car for so long that she could not return to the office.

Ji Wannong felt even more sorry: "Sorry, Mr. Huo, it's wasted your time. In fact, you can wake me up."

Huo Yao looked at her with a subtle expression: "I've called."

From his expression, Ji Wannong seemed to notice something and didn't dare to breathe anymore, waiting for his next sentence.

Her anger was a little bit too big when she woke up.

As long as she can't sleep enough, she will feel inexplicably irritable.

My mother also said that raising her is worry-free. She almost didn’t need adults to worry about since she was a child, but she was always worried when she was in school.

Whether she was doing homework or taking home tutoring, she would push the door directly to ask her to play with her, but she didn't dare to quarrel with her while she was taking a nap. She was even careful when passing by the door of her bedroom.

Well, she admitted that she was not angry a little when she woke up, but she was particularly angry.

If she set the alarm clock by herself, that would be better. In the words of her mother and Qingqing, her face was a little smelly, her air pressure was lowered a little, and she could stay away from her a little.

But if she was woken up by someone else... it would be more deadly.

Her eyes seemed to be trying to peel off someone's skin and cramp.

The first and second time, she would not lose her temper, she would make sense to the other party with a dark face.

First of all, I don’t sleep lightly. If it’s not loud, it won’t wake me up. Secondly, if there is something important, I will set the alarm clock in advance and will not be delayed by sleeping.

So, something very important suddenly happened and must wake me up? If not, then shouldn’t you be lighter when walking? Do you have to use such force when picking up things? Can’t you be lighter when closing the door?

After just saying this one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, she would warn the other party again and again without repeating it.

It's the third time... no one has ever had the third time yet.

Could she have lost her temper at Huo Yao?

Probably not...

She usually gets angry for the third time.

Under her guilty gaze, Huo Yao slowly leaned towards her, and she subconsciously shrank.

Huo Yao turned sideways and put his handsome face in front of her: "Did you see it?"

Ji Wannong dared not look at him, his eyes were always floating. When he heard his words, he looked up at him-

!!!

There was a very obvious scratch on Huo Yao's jawline, and there were some blood marks.

Did she scratch it?

She slapped Huo Yao in the face?

Is it her?

It's only her, there are only two of them in the car. Could it be that she is a ghost?

She couldn't help but look at Huo Yao's face showing off his skills, and the scratches with blood marks were particularly clear.

With a bang, Ji Wannong's mind exploded.

She explained speechlessly: "Mr. Huo, I didn't mean it. I should be sleeping in a mess. Next week is the exam week. The end of the exam week is the summer vacation. I have no classes recently. I have been teaching for less than one semester. I will definitely not be qualified to evaluate my professional titles. But I can hold on slowly. There are hard conditions for evaluating professional titles. If I want to buy a house, I have to be awarded a professional title. I want to write down teaching and research during the summer vacation and strive to publish a teaching and research article in a sub-blog of domestic academic journals at the end of the year. I waited until dawn and was awakened by Qi Yixiao's knock on the door after a few hours-"

Huo Yao was a little impatient: "It's okay."

After her preface was inconsistent, she explained that Niu Tou was inconsistent with her, and her speech was inconsistent. He could tolerate it until now that he interrupted her. It was really well educated.

His lips pursed.

He was unhappy.

Yes, she said so much, but she didn't say the most important three words.

Ji Wannong looked at him sincerely: "Mr. Huo, I'm sorry."

You don’t need to explain so much when doing something wrong. No matter how much you explain, it’s useless. The more you explain, the more you feel like a quibbling.
Chapter completed!