Chapter 408: I'm Looking for a Wife, Not a Business Par

h Gu Changqing for four years, she should have plenty of experience, why was she still so easily flusteredHe Huo Shaoting was a little smitten. He did indeed have feelings for Wen Man.He sent Wen Man...Gu Yunfan didn't believe it.

"Do you possess such great powers"

Wen Man very carefully tended to the roses, pruning each branch to perfection. Even in a vase, they were beautiful.

She smiled faintly, "You wait and see!"

Gu Yunfan wanted to smoke, but then he gave up.

Just then, Huo Shaoting came over.

In the sunlit room, warm as spring, his wife sat quietly arranging flowers in a white wool skirt.

From behind, she was still slender as ever.

Her auburn hair cascaded down to her waist, very beautiful.

Of course, if that stinky kid Gu Yunfan wasn't around, he would have the mood to flirt with his wife.

Ho Shao-ting was rather displeased.

But he walked over nonchalantly, picked up the vase and looked at it: "Quite pretty!"

Wen Man smiled.

She turned to Gu Yunfan and said, "Don't worry! I will definitely do what I promised!"

Gu Yunfan looked at the pair of sculptures before him, his heart feeling a mixture of emotions.

Warmth flowed towards him, and he wanted to get closer. But reason told him he should keep his distance.

Ultimately, he left.

As soon as the talent left, Huo Shaoting began to interrogate: "How come you were alone with him"

Wen Man played with the vase, glancing at him: "Are you jealous, or are you just making excuses to take advantage of me"

Ho Shaoting chuckled lightly.

He leaned against her ear, whispering softly, "You know me so well, Mrs. Huo."

He didn't do anything else, but instead, he stayed with her quietly and attentively.

Wen Man carefully tended to two bouquets of flowers, and sent one to Mingzhu.

Mingzhu loves this very much!

Lu Qian accompanied Mr. Gu, and when he returned to the bedroom, he saw her lovingly fiddling with something. He had drunk some wine and became bolder, saying: "I haven't seen you be so diligent with your hands before!"oting wrote a thick book.Every night, he would sit and watch silently, repeatedly going over memories.But some have already become unfamiliar and hazy!Outside, Wen Man held a fruit platter and gently...