My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day

The look on Huo Jingshen’s face seemed even more satisfied, “The medicine is ready, do you want your husband to apply it for you?”

Su Wanwan:”…”

She wanted to apply it herself, but she forgot because she was interrupted by a call from Qiao Zixin.

Huo Jingshen had already commanded, he hinted with his eyes, “What are you waiting for?”

Su Wanwan again:

Shit, this is so embarrassing!

How much longer is this embarrassment going to last?

Su Wanwan wanted to curse, but…

Thinking about the poor sound insulation in the old house, I… held it in!

She began to chant silently in her heart, “One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep…”

Finally, when the medication was applied, Huo Jingshen put the small green bottle on the shelf.

Looking at Su Wanwan, who instantly looked like she was facing a great enemy, he smirked, “Does my darling really take grandma’s painstaking efforts in vain?”

“Piss off!”

Su Wanwan’s face surged with heat, but she was afraid of being heard by the elderly people next door. So, she lowered her voice and angrily replied, “Deserved it! Are you a pig? Who let you drink so much soup just now!”

He actually drank two large bowls of… ox whip soup!

Unbelievable!

It would be strange if he didn’t have a fever now!

“Grandma is so old, I can’t let her down.” Huo Jingshen spoke ceremoniously.

Su Wanwan was so annoyed that she couldn’t speak.

What kind of man did she marry?

Is there still time to get a divorce?

She! Wants! A! Divorce!

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Early the following morning.

“Have breakfast, I’ll take you back to the Imperial Court.”

The man’s deep magnetic voice interrupted her thoughts.

Su Wanwan lifted her face, glaring at the makeup mirror in front of her.

In the mirror, Huo Jingshen was standing in front of the dressing mirror, tying his tie.

He was still dressed in his usual white shirt and black trousers, slightly raising his chin, his fingers moving smoothly and elegantly.

Standing tall, he looked like a handsome, successful man.

Whether it was his eyes or fingers, they were all clean and refreshing.

Who would think that such a gentlemanly man is actually a complete hypocrite?

“I have to go to the office during the day, call me if you need anything.” After tying his tie, Huo Jingshen approached her to ruffle her hair.

Su Wanwan abruptly dodged him, turning her back to him.

But Huo Jingshen seemed to be in a good mood, not angry at all. He spoke to her with a smile, “Behave, I’ll take you to pick out a dress tonight.”

Su Wanwan quickly turned her head back, glaring at him with her bright, beautiful eyes and gritted her teeth, pronouncing each word, “I! Don’t! Need!”

Su Xueqin had already ordered a dress for her. It was just due to the chaos last night that she forgot to bring it back.

She doesn’t need favors from this hypocrite!

“Then just accompany the husband to try it.” Having said that, Huo Jingshen left.

Su Wanwan hummed towards the door, waved her fist, then picked up her phone to call home.

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At the Su household’s villa.

After picking up the phone, Auntie Yang began to hunt around in the living room for Su Wenwen’s dress.

“Auntie Yang, Good morning.”

Yang raised her head and asked hurriedly, “Xiaowei, have you seen the Young Miss’s dress?”

The maid, Xiaowei, shook her head.

She was a university student at Nancheng University. In order to earn tuition, she was doing temporary hourly work at the Su’s house during the summer vacation, and she was only responsible for the day shift.

“Strange, I remember clearly that Miss left the dress here yesterday, why is it gone now?” Auntie Yang wondered. “I’ll go look in the old man’s room, Xiaowei, can you help me check the soup in the kitchen?”

“Alright, Auntie Yang.”

As Auntie Yang entered the room, Su Yanyan came downstairs.

“Second Mistress.” Xiaowei greeted her promptly.

A big yawn escaped Su Yanyan’s mouth as she lazily instructed, “That’s right, Xiaowei. Yesterday, I asked Auntie Yang to put the dresses in the guest room. Move them out, the wedding is tomorrow and I want to do a final check.”

“Yes, Second Mistress.”

Xiaowei busied herself in the guest room, moving out the boxes of dresses one after the other.

Suddenly.

“This is my sister’s dress, right?” Su Yanyan suddenly pointed at one of the yellow boxes and asked..