Chapter: 697
All serious and inappropriate words are for him a means of flirting with women.
Wen Man is very hot!
She endured it again and again, but finally couldn't bear it and sent one.
[Xixi�s father, I don�t know if you talk to every woman like this, but this is not good for your child�s growth! ?
Huo Shaoting looked at that paragraph and smiled slightly.
He seems to be angry!
He coaxed her [Teacher Wen, I apologize! ?
Wen Man didn't reply, obviously angry.
Huo Shaoting hadn't felt like this for a long time, so he couldn't help but send another message in a clumsy manner: "Don't be angry, eh?" ?
Of course Wen Man didn't reply.
Huo Shaoting looked at the messages they had sent, and his whole body was filled with blood. This was something he had not seen for a long time.
He missed her and wanted her.
For three years, he was busy taking care of little Hosie and his career.
For three years, there is no woman around me who doesn't talk about it, and even if I take care of my physical needs, I rarely, if ever, take care of myself.
At this time, just looking at the message sent by Wen Man, he felt a little unbearable!
Huo Shaoting couldn't help himself.
He raised his chin slightly, narrowed his long eyes, and his mind was filled with images of him and Wen Man being wildly entangled. When he was most impulsive, his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling and he made an unbearable hoarse sound...
Huo Shaoting is busy.
Wen Man was quite angry. Her female instinct told her that the male head of the family had such thoughts about her.
To keep distance.
Wen Man held a parent-teacher meeting, and when she called little Huoxi, the little boy was particularly disappointed. Through the phone, Wen Man could imagine the frustration in every hair of her head.
Just thinking about it made Wen Man feel distressed.
But she can't say clearly that it was your father who sexually | molested | Teacher Wen!
Wen Man hung up the phone and was having a hard time when Lu Qian called.
Wen Man was surprised: "Uncle, are you in City B?" JrNovels.com