Airborne sweet wife: Jiaojiao mermaid, she explodes in the entertainment industry

Chapter 25

"Aha, I didn't expect there to be an expert in this world who can subdue the prodigal son in love. Mr. Huo, do you know this woman?"

Wen Cheng was sent on a business trip some time ago, and he just came back these few days, and he still doesn't know about Huo Sihan and Belle.

But after he came back, he felt that the boss was a little weird, or he was working so crazy that he was like a juicer.

Either it is very silent, like a silent sculpture, but it is not like a normal person.

He originally wanted to chat with Huo Sihan about Mo Jingshen's gossip, so that the boss could relax.

As a result, I never expected that when the boss saw this photo, the air pressure in his body seemed to be evacuated instantly, and his face was stretched.

The cold light in the eyes can almost shoot the phone right through.

"do not know."

Wen Cheng observed him carefully, you don't know him and you still have a bad face?
Since Mr. Huo doesn't know this woman, why did he suddenly lose his mood?
Is it?
An outrageous thought flashed to the point of being unbelievable.

Wen Cheng secretly took a deep breath. Could it be that Mo Jingshen is the person Mr. Huo likes?
Huo Sihan didn't have time to worry about Wen Cheng's inner drama, so he took out his mobile phone to call Mo's mother, and began to make up lines.

"Auntie, good afternoon, how are you doing recently?"

"You are in good health, Si Han, thank you for your concern, you are caring."

"This is what juniors should do. By the way, I recently met some very nice girls because of work. They are all very suitable for Jingshen. Do you think you need to find a time to arrange it?"

"Really? That's great. It's really a blessing for Jingshen to have you as a friend. Sihan, it's really rare for young people nowadays to be as enthusiastic as you are."

"Auntie, you are being polite. I just can't bear to see you anxious. Also, can I trouble Auntie not to tell Jingshen that this is my arrangement."

"Don't worry, my aunt won't say anything."

Huo Sihan hung up the phone and rubbed his eyebrows wearily.

When he opened his eyes, he met Wen Cheng who was stunned.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"Huo, Mr. Huo, you, are you trying to break up Mr. Mo's red line?"

"What red line?"

Wen Cheng zoomed in on the photo on the phone for him to see, pointed to Belle on it and said, "This is it."

Huo Sihan glanced at Bei'er, and said calmly: "This is my woman."

"You, you, you... yours?"

Wen Cheng was incapable of accepting it, and his mind was in a mess. What kind of bloody script is this?

My good brother and my woman are dating?
After Wen Cheng digested the news, when he looked at Huo Sihan again, he always felt that the top of his head was shiny green.

Then I felt sorry for him.

After all, no matter how you look at it, Huo Sihan is someone who beats Mo Jingshen.

How could this woman be willing to put a hat on such a superb man?

"Mr. Huo, do you really want to introduce someone to Mr. Mo?"

"Do you think I have?"

Um, when Huo Sihan goes out to work and discuss projects, the women who can directly negotiate with him all have a certain status, and such women are often not young.

"I leave this matter to you. At the latest, the day after tomorrow you will find five women who are suitable for Mo Jingshen, and compile all the information and send them to the Mo family."

Wen Cheng: "..."

Why do you want me to sacrifice in your love war?

If I have so many high-quality female resources, as for the single dog until now?

Wang Wang...

Wen Cheng went out to be a matchmaker and matchmaker with tears in his eyes.

If I had known earlier, I would not take screenshots.

The office quickly fell silent.

Huo Sihan flicked the signature pen in his hand, loosened his tie, and walked to the French window, looking at the orange-red sky in the afterglow of the setting sun, which was dazzlingly beautiful.

His silhouette was reflected on the window, neat and tall, and a large piece of orange came through the window, painting his whole body with a soft color.

Huo Sihan frowned in thought, turned around after a while, picked up his cell phone and called Mo Jingshen.

But as soon as the call was made, the call was cut off.

Huo Sihan hit again.

Mo Jingshen answered the third time, and said in a deliberately low voice: "Brother Sihan, I have something to do now, I will contact you later."

"Are you a thief?"

"No, Belle is sleeping, we will contact later."

Heck, it was the first time that Mo Jingshen hung up on him for the first time after knowing each other for so many years.

Belle is sleeping?
They sleep together?
Huo Sihan put his hands in his trouser pockets, frowning so much that he could kill a fly.

If Mo Jing knew that Belle had slept with him, would he still dare to chase her?
Huo Sihan let out a meaningless sneer, turned and left the company.

At six o'clock in the evening, Huo Sihan arrived outside Punk's studio. He sat in the car and quietly looked at Mo Jingshen's office on the second floor. The lights were still on there, which meant that Mo Jingshen was still in the office.

Since he is in the company, it is impossible for Mo Jingshen to be so dizzy as to do that kind of thing with Belle.

But... the last time, in the men's room of the hotel, Belle was able to pull him...

Damn woman, does anyone refuse?
Huo Sihan patted the steering wheel depressed.

He took out a cigarette and lit it, and the scarlet shreds of tobacco drew a small arc under the night.

Open the window, the white smoke quickly dissipated in the air, and there was a dry smell of nicotine in the car.

He didn't call Mo Jingshen again, and he didn't leave, just smoking one cigarette after another.

Watching the employees of Punk Studio get off work one after another, until there is only the only light in Mo Jingshen's office left.

Huo Sihan was a little bored.

He doesn't know why he minds that Belle and Mo Jingshen are together?
This woman can seduce him, and naturally she can also seduce other men.

What's more, apart from the mess in the toilet, this woman has nothing to do with him.

Huo Sihan leaned his head and neck back against the cushion, feeling that his behavior was ridiculous and contradictory.

He took a deep puff of the cigarette, inhaled the shredded tobacco to the extreme, and then slowly exhaled a perfect smoke ring.

The white shredded tobacco danced and swirled in the night, and finally disappeared.

Huo Sihan laughed at himself, turned his head to look at the brightly lit office, put out his cigarette and prepared to leave.

As a result, the lights in the office turned out to be dark.

Huo Sihan paused with his hands on the steering wheel, and in the next second, he pushed open the car door and strode towards Punk Studio.

The gate of the Punk Studio has a password, and it will be automatically locked when the specified time is reached, and the password can only be opened.

Huo Sihan entered a series of numbers familiarly, and with a beep, the door opened.

What's this smell?
When Huo Sihan walked in, a very strange smell came over his nostrils.

This is a very fragrant smell, like musk mixed with floral fragrance. If you smell it carefully, you can also capture a hint of the ocean.

When did the studio use incense?
Still such a special taste.

Huo Sihan inexplicably felt dry all over. He took off his coat and put it on his arms, and quickly walked to the second floor.

When he stepped into the second floor, a woman's painful groan suddenly came from Mo Jingshen's office.

Like a kitten.

Huo Sihan's Adam's apple slipped, and he felt that the fragrance in the air became more intense, as if trying to overwhelm him.

Not right.

(End of this chapter)