Chapter 857: He Hanchuan's Condition Becomes Apparent

ll the other girls, and now there was such a noticeable scar on it. 。"You're right, I was flirting with Mr. He." 。"But there's one thing you got wrong," Yue Wan said, propping her hands on his chest a...Oh my!

My gosh, the boss's husband is terrifying! If looks could kill, he would have died hundreds of times over!

Thinking about this, Xiao Chen dared not meet his gaze. He slowly lowered his head, and even his words became stammered.

"I'm fine, General. Rest well. I'll be going now."

He admitted that he had a good feeling for Yua.

Oh no, it should be said that all the male colleagues in the company would have a good feeling towards Xiangwan.

But deep down, a voice in his heart kept telling him not to provoke Xiang Wan, otherwise, with He Hanchuan around, the consequences would be disastrous!

As Xiang Wan watched Xiao Chen's red-faced and accelerating footsteps, she frowned slightly and spoke in a strange tone,

"What's wrong with Little Chen today He's so strange..."

"I doubt it's just out of the blue!"

He emphasized each syllable, pressing his hand against Xiang Wan's shoulder and forcing her to look into his eyes. "I really married a wife who attracts attention, so I should wrap you up tightly in a blanket."

This vinegar is practically overflowing the jar!

向晚 looked at him, finally understanding what was going on.

Thus, a smile flickered in her eyes as she gently tapped his nose, "You're only realizing it now Your wife, though already a mother of two, still possesses the same charm as ever, don't you think"

"You're quite proud, aren't you" He pulled her closer, leaning down so his dark eyes were fixed on her features. A sly smile curved his lips. "Mrs. He, do you believe me if I said I'd find a blanket right now and tie you to me You wouldn't be able to escape."

"Pervert!" Xiang Wan glared at him.

"I have even more twisted things for you to try."

He leaned closer to her, his hot breath gently brushing against her cheek, his eyes filled with a possessive gleam!yet he shows no remorse. This is disrespectful to the elderly!”In Old Master Lin's gloomy gaze, he said word by word: "Yes, old... ruffian!"Mr. Lin was a respected figure both at home and outside, now...