I'm married to a bigoted man

Chapter 54 Cross the river and demolish the bridge
Uh……?
Brother Cheng, is this a compliment?

Shen Sheng glanced at Huo Sicheng in horror, then stretched his neck to look at Baijiu's report card.

"110 points?" Shen Sheng felt unbalanced, and looked at Huo Sicheng resentfully, "Brother Cheng, I never saw you praise me when I took the full score in math before."

Huo Sicheng ignored his slight resentment, and said expressionlessly, "You can go."

Shen Sheng was so wronged immediately: "Brother Cheng, you are crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, killing the donkey!"

When he needed someone, he was "pulled" out of the bar with a phone call.

Just rush when you don't need it.

When he is scratch paper?
Huo Sicheng sat lazily on the sofa and glanced at him unhurriedly: "Cheng Xu doesn't have to go to Huanyu to report next week."

Hearing this, Shen Sheng hurriedly yelled: "Don't! Dad, I'm leaving right away!"

Huanyu had just been established, and it was a time when all kinds of things were waiting to be done, so he finally begged his brother Cheng to reward him with an assistant.

If Huo Sicheng took back his life, he would have nowhere to cry.

After Shen Sheng left, Baijiu turned his head to look at the man, and couldn't help asking, "Is Huanyu the entertainment company that you and your aunt co-founded?"

Huo Sicheng grabbed her hand and held it, carelessly playing with the girl's slender white fingers, and said in a faint voice, "For him to play with."

Liquor:"?"

No.

Mr. Huo, do you know that in the near future, Universal Entertainment will become the leader in the entertainment industry?

You are now saying that the original intention of starting this company was just to let your aunt play casually. If the bosses of other entertainment companies find out, they will definitely vomit blood with anger.

After dinner, Baijiu put the music box in the music room, then picked up a guitar, and looked at Huo Sicheng who was standing at the door: "Our school will have a graduation party this Friday, I signed up for a guitar program played."

The girl sat on the high chair, half-lowered her head and plucked the strings lightly: "But I haven't touched the guitar for almost three years, so I have to practice it before the party officially starts. Then, Mr. Huo, would you like to play the guitar?" Be my second listener?"

Huo Sicheng raised his eyebrows: "The second?"

Baijiu: "The first one is Sister Fanxing."

Huo Sicheng: "..."

Seeing the man's sullen face showing displeasure, Baijiu felt quite speechless, but said softly, "But I haven't played or sung a complete piece of music for Sister Fanxing."

The man's face paled a little, he closed the door with his backhand, walked over and sat on the single sofa opposite the girl.

Baijiu tuned the strings until the tone was calibrated, and then began to pluck the guitar strings with his fingers.

"...I think I should run away, but you know how much I enjoy it when you call me 'my lady', how I wish I could leave you so easily, but every touch is so beautiful, so real... I think I should run away, but you firmly attract and control me, and I can't get rid of you all this time..."

Hearing the lyrics sung by the girl's good voice, Huo Sicheng couldn't help being slightly startled for a moment.

Before the sound of the guitar stopped, Huo Sicheng stood up suddenly, strode over, and grabbed the girl up.

Baijiu was taken aback, the guitar fell to the ground with a bang, but Baijiu couldn't pay attention to see if the guitar was broken, and stumbled out of the music room being dragged by the man.

"Master..." Seeing the two, Zuo You, who seemed to have something to say, took two steps forward.

In the next second, an extremely cold and deep gaze was projected towards him without any trace of human emotion.

Zuo You was startled by the sudden coldness, his neck felt a chill, his feet seemed to have taken root, and he couldn't take half a step.

　#静，I can’t finish writing. I’ll replace it tomorrow. It’s near the end of the term. Everyone should go to bed early for the review and postgraduate entrance examination. Good night~ I won’t write about the small theater. , the lyrics in the article come from the song: "Seorita"#
　　
　
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