My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day - Chapter 437:
Chapter 437: 437, Big Light Bulb
Shi Huan looked at him, inexplicably reminded of Little Luoluo.
The little girl once drank soup too quickly, not being careful enough, got her tongue scalded, similar to Young Master Chu’s situation right now, screaming in pain, asking for it to be blown cooled…
They were exactly the same.
“Hurry up!” Chu Xiuhuang said in displeasure.
Perhaps because she was reminded of Little Luoluo, Shi Huan bent down as if possessed and began blowing air towards Chu Xiuhuang.
Once.
And again.
The cool breeze carried a woman’s fragrance, blowing over the scalded mouth and tongue tip, making Chu Xiuhuang feel instantly better.
Then his gaze inevitably fell on her face.
She was serious about helping him blow on it, thus her lips were slightly pouting. Even without lipstick, they were moist and tender, like two pieces of plump jello.
He couldn’t help but think of what happened at the club.
Though he was a bit drunk at the time, he was still conscious, so he remembered that taste clearly.
His sharp, ink-black eyes narrowed and Chu Xiuhuang leaned in slowly.
Just as he was about to touch her…
Shi Huan quickly backed away.
Chu Xiuhuang was stunned, about to lose his temper.
Shi Huan raised her hand, brushing the black hair on her face all behind her ears, then started blowing again seriously.
Her small, white, peach-shaped face was now fully exposed, even though she was still wearing her large black-rimmed glasses.
Chu Xiuhuang’s mouth half open, just let her continue to blow air, once after another.
A faint scent entered his nostrils, as if it had come from her hair.
Chu Xiuhuang found he was having trouble looking away.
“Xiaohuan,” he called.
Shi Huan paused, and as she lifted her head, she saw Chu Xiuhuang staring at her.
What’s wrong?
Just as she felt puzzled, Chu Xiuhuang placed his hand on her shoulder…
The half-closed door was flung open with a “clang,” and Nangong Ci yelled in a loud voice, “Second Brother, Big Brother said… Oh, shit! I didn’t see anything, I swear! I’m leaving, bye!”
Nangong Ci took a few steps back, then couldn’t help but glance back, “Damn, you’re not even going to stop me?”
Huo Jingshen stood at the doorway, emotionless.
At the side of the hospital bed, Shi Huan already stood up.
She turned around, saw the impassive Huo Jingshen standing at the door, and met his penetrating gaze. Inexplicably, Shi Huan’s heart skipped a beat.
As if she had been caught in the act of doing something wrong.
But…
She clearly hadn’t done anything.
Shi Huan reassured herself, then gave Huo Jingshen a slight nod, quickly picked up the fruits, and calmly went into the bathroom.
Chu Xiuhuang coughed a couple times, stretching one long leg to cover his embarrassment.
Dammit, he was about to touch his secretary’s lips, these damn spoilsports!
He frowned, “What are you here for?”
Huo Jingshen strode in, scowling, “Who’s the asshole who called me here?”
Asshole…
Chu Xiuhuang’s lips twitched in response.
He admitted, “I thought you wouldn’t come.”
“I didn’t want to come,” Huo Jingshen sat down on the sofa, speaking bluntly.
He was just passing by, didn’t expect to witness such an unsightly scene.
Watching Chu Xiuhuang start eating breakfast, he grumbled, “Say what you need to, and be quick about it.”
Chu Xiuhuang took a bite of delicious crab-filled bun and sighed with satisfaction, “Big Brother, I’m eating breakfast now, could we talk a bit more civilly?”
Huo Jingshen glanced at his watch, “You have 10 minutes.”
“Ok.”
Then, Nangong Ci ran in again. He glanced at the bathroom and grinned slyly, “Second brother, you say, you’re just going to kiss her… without even closing the door?”
“Are there hospital regulations preventing patients from kissing?” Chu Xiuhuang interrupted him with a wicked look.
Though he didn’t actually manage to kiss her. Damn shame.
“Well, no,” Nangong Ci smiled cheekily as he found a chair to sit, “I heard you took Secretary Shi to the Mo Family’s anniversary party last night. Why are there only scandalous photos and none of Secretary Shi?”
Chu Xiuhuang glared, “What are you trying to do?”
“Check out the beauty!” Ever since he saw Shi Huan in a swimsuit, Nangong Ci scored her highly in his heart.
She’s such a beauty, he couldn’t understand why she always disguised herself.
Chu Xiuhuang slammed down his spoon, “She is my secretary!”
“Can’t I even take a look?”
“No!”
“Second brother is such a miser!”
“…”
Footsteps neared, and Chu Xiuhuang fell silent, focusing on his breakfast instead.
Shi Huan placed the fruits on the sofa, knowing that Huo Jingshen was here probably for business matters, she said, “I’ll go downstairs to buy some more fruits.”
Chu Xiuhuang immediately spoke gently, “Go ahead, and buy some more tissue while you’re at it. I’ve used them all up.”
Nangong Ci burst out laughing, quickly covering his mouth.
With a darkened face, Huo Jingshen thought this guy was shameless.
“Oh, and buy two pairs of boxers, black, biggest size. You know,” Chu Xiuhuang raised an eyebrow suggestively.
Shi Huan: “…”
Her right eyelid started twitching rapidly.
Actually, it wasn’t like she had never helped Young Master Chu buy clothes before.
Of course, she knew his clothing size and preferences. But now, there were two strangers in the hospital room.
Huo Jingshen was fine, always mature and steady, his emotions not easily read.
On the other hand, that Nangong Ci was having a tough time stifling his laughter – despite holding his hand over his mouth, he was still giggling, his shoulders shaking continuously….
