Chapter 31 Is it important?

A ferocious expression appeared on An Lan's delicate face, and Zhang's mother was so scared that she quickly lowered her head.

"She is a woman who never leaves her house and relies on others for support, yet she is really acting like a mistress."

Yi Xiaxue was a little disappointed that she didn't meet Mrs. Huo. This demon couldn't act like this anymore.

At the same time, she was surprised that the secretary beside Huo Dongming actually criticized Mrs. Huo in front of the maid.

"Secretary An, if Mrs. Huo is unhappy, then she will disappear. I don't want to cause trouble for Mr. Huo and prevent him and his wife from quarreling."

Yi Xiaxue was secretly delighted. No wonder Huo Dongming wanted to have a secret marriage. This woman must have some shameful physical defect that was why she was hidden.

Couple quarreling?

An Lan almost rolled his eyes. Is she worthy of that?

"Take the clothes and wash them. When Mr. Huo asks you about it, just say I said it."

Yi Xiaxue couldn't help but look at An Lan again.

This woman is so arrogant, it seems that Huo Dongming has given her a lot of power. It seems that if you want to enter the Huo family in the future, you will have to pull this woman around.

Mother Zhang was in a dilemma; the suit in her hands had become a hot potato.

"Why are you still standing there? I'll let you do the work."

An Lan also finds Yi Xiaxue annoying, but isn't Yi Xiaxue a good chess piece to attack Shang Wanwan and force her to leave the Huo family?

"Miss Yi, Mr. Huo went out to discuss a very important project today, and it seems that he will be back soon. I will ask the kitchen to prepare some food that Miss Yi likes. Miss Yi, please stay and have dinner with Mr. Huo before leaving."

An Lan invited her with a gentle look in his eyes, and his attitude towards Yi Xiaxue was as fawning as a servant to his master.

After all, Yi Xiaxue was able to crawl to Huo Dongming's side and she is not a fool. If her current identity is exposed as a mistress, it will not be good for her in the future.

"No need, I really just came to deliver clothes. Mrs. Huo hasn't seen it, and Mr. Huo is not here, so I think I should go back first."

Only by knowing when to advance and when to retreat can you stay in front of a man for a long time. She is Huo Dongming's savior, and she is not afraid that Huo Dongming's heart is not with her.

Yi Xiaxue was about to leave, and An Lan politely saw her to the door.

The Huo family's door slowly closed. The moment Yi Xiaxue got into the car, she looked back reluctantly at this gorgeous single-family villa, which was worth hundreds of millions. One day, she would become the hostess here.

The door closed and then opened again shortly afterwards. Huo Dongming's car slowly drove into the villa and stopped smoothly and steadily in front of An Lan.

"Mr. Huo?"

An Lan stood respectfully by the side waiting for him to get off the car.

Huo Dongming's shoes stepped on the expensive marble surface, and his face was as gloomy as water.

"Who was here just now?"

He saw a series of numbers starting with A under the rear wing of the car in front of him. He had someone put up the license plate and he was the one who gave the car away.

"It was Miss Yi. She said your clothes were left with her, so she specially sent them back."

An Lan saw that Huo Dongming had a strange expression and didn't want to get involved in this mess.

Huo Dongming felt inexplicably nervous.

"Where's the wife?"

"Upstairs. Also, Madam said that the clothes were dirty and couldn't be washed clean, so she insisted that Aunt Zhang throw them away. Madam is really something. She knew that the clothes were sent back by Miss Yi, but she insisted that Aunt Zhang not wash them. I really don't know what Madam is thinking."

An Lan complained, wishing he could add two more pieces of firewood to the fire.

Huo Dongming was about to go upstairs to look for Shang Wanwan. He stepped heavily on the first step and turned slightly. He reached out to loosen his bow tie, and a sinister look appeared on his dignified face.

"Secretary An, watch your words. The wife of this family is Shang Wanwan. Tell Yi Xiaxue not to let her come here again."

Seeing that Zhang Ma was still holding the suit jacket he had worn, Huo Dongming said coldly: "Zhang Ma, is it true that Madam's words are no longer effective? Throw that coat away."

An Lan and Zhang's mother were both shocked.

Mother Zhang immediately responded "yes" and quickly took the clothes to the trash can outside the villa.

An Lan stood there in a daze as if petrified.

Did she hear it wrong? Was Mr. Huo protecting Shang Wanwan?

Huo Dongming's footsteps were heavy when he went upstairs, but they became lighter as he got closer to the master bedroom.

When he walked to the door, he put his hand on the door handle but hesitated.

Yi Xiaxue has been here, did they meet?

What was Shang Wanwan thinking and doing at this moment?

When he goes in later, will he face her scolding or will she threaten to divorce him again?

Huo Dongming never took Shang Wanwan to heart or considered her feelings.

This time it's slightly different.

I wanted to push the door open, but I became anxious.

Huo Dongming thought for a while, and finally walked in.

Shang Wanwan was kneeling on the ground with boxes of clothes beside her.

She ironed it carefully and folded it neatly.

It snowed heavily these past few days, and the weather became exceptionally sunny after the snow.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone in from the window, and a touch of red from the setting sun was reflected on Shang Wanwan, like a beautiful oil painting.

Huo Dongming's gaze wandered back and forth along the curves of Shang Wanwan's body. His amber eyes slowly became deep and dark, and his voice was unusually hoarse when he spoke.

"What are you doing?"

The deep and magnetic voice tore apart the rare silence in the room.

Shang Wanwan recognized his voice, but did not slow down her movements.

"Ironing."

Huo Dongming is not blind, of course he can see it.

He just couldn't stand the sight of a gorgeous woman kneeling on the floor, doing housework in a seductive posture.

"Mrs. Huo..."

His Adam's apple moved up and down, the setting sun fell on her face, her profile was stunning, and even her lips were dyed as if to invite kissing.

Huo Dongming was already addicted to her body and couldn't extricate himself. At this moment, he no longer had any self-control.

Shang Wanwan finally looked up at him, her expression filled with shame and anger.

He had someone move two large boxes of clothes to her, which took three hours. He was so tired that his back and waist ached and he had no time to rest.

Not only that, his lover also came to provoke and cause trouble for her.

Now she would probably have trembling legs even if she stood up, but he still had that thought in mind.

"I'm very busy. If Mr. Huo is free, he can help me—"

Shang Wanwan felt a pain in her wrist, and her entire center of gravity shifted toward Huo Dongming.

The couple both fell on the bed. He put his arms around her waist and wrapped herself in the quilt.

"Of course I will help, dear Mrs. Huo."

Huo Dongming pressed her under him.

Shang Wanwan refused to obey.

She used her hands as a boundary, dividing his strong chest muscles and her body on both sides.

"Mr. Huo, your little lover just came here to see you. If she knew that you were so impatient for me at home, would she still love you wholeheartedly?"

Huo Dongming indeed stopped his actions after hearing Shang Wanwan's words, but soon he just snorted from the bottom of his nose.

"Is it important?"