After an accidental flash marriage, the mysterious boss is addicted to his wife

Chapter 62 Huo Yuchuan, divorce me immediately

Beijing.

In the early morning, the scorching sun rose, and the first ray of morning light sprinkled on the wings of the plane, reflecting a mysterious metallic feeling.

The aircraft leans down to reveal a panoramic view, and the fuselage is full of futuristic design style.

Sexy personality.

At first glance, you can tell that it is not an official aircraft, but a private custom collection.

On the private airport far away from the city, a silver private plane slowly landed on the runway.

After the plane stopped, special staff immediately came forward to receive them. All work was done in an orderly manner. They bowed their heads respectfully and served only one person.

"Mr. Huo."

The private airport under the name of the Huo family is on standby 24 hours a day and is directly under the Huo family.

Only obey the orders of two people, one is Mr. Huo, and the other is the future head of the Huo family - Huo Yuchuan!

The professional team can deploy at any time even in the early morning without making any mistakes.

Huo Yuchuan had long been used to it. He nodded calmly and got off the plane with a calm expression. Feng Ze stood next to a motorcade, unable to conceal his excitement.

His boss Huo is finally back!
Within a week, he was sitting alone in charge of the group, and his hair was almost gone.

He immediately went up to him, opened the middle black Bentley door, and put his other hand on the roof of the car, "Mr. Huo, thank you for your hard work."

"Yes." Huo Yuchuan got into the car, tugged on his tie, and pressed his fingertips between his eyebrows, showing a bit of fatigue.

Didn't get much rest all night.

There was no room for harsh and cold words, and more of a sign of impatience.

"Go back to Huo Yuan."

"Yes."

Seeing this, Feng Ze didn't dare to say much, and he had already been ordered to go back to see the old Patriarch, sit in the co-pilot, and the motorcade started slowly.

A black convoy of ten cars drove onto the road in a low-key and flamboyant manner.

The license plate numbers in the same order also show the unusual identity of its owner.

Soon, Huo Yuan appeared in front of him.

The black copper-carved door of the heavy industry slowly opened, and Huo Yuan, who was rumored to be among everyone's mouths, appeared in front of them.

Feng Ze's eyes were filled with emotion and shock.

Even though he has seen it before, he is still shocked every time he comes.

The Huo family is low-key, and the style of acting has always inherited the subtle charm of the ancient school, and every heir has developed a refined and dignified appearance.

Life, death and plunder are all talking and laughing.

Although the location of the Huo family is called Huo Yuan, it is not an exaggeration to call it Huo's Imperial Palace!
The construction of the Huo Courtyard has almost leveled the entire mountain. Each immediate family member of the Huo family owns a small building independently, and the heirs are housed in an entire independent courtyard.

The style inherits the ancient flavor, with pavilions, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water.

Everywhere is artificially created by intangible cultural heritage craftsmen, all of which are exquisite and precious. There are also artificially created bionic natural lakes and mountain streams.

One step at a time, one scene at a time, one turn at a time.

An elegant and clear scenery.

Even every stone is selected by hitting gold.

The financial strength of the Huo family, the leader of the four major chaebols, is no joke!
The fleet is well-trained and parked neatly.

Fengze got out of the car and was very careful, for fear of stepping on something, maybe a flower would be more expensive than him!

He will spend the rest of his life on this before he starts working!
Carefully opening the car door, Huo Yuchuan, who had his eyes closed in the back seat to relax, also opened his eyes and got out of the car with cold eyes.

Huo Yuchuan buttoned his suit jacket with one hand, calmly, "Wait for me outside."

"Understood, Mr. Huo." Feng Zeba had to use it.

The aura of the old Patriarch was more than that of Huo Yuchuan, and no one was spared wherever he looked.

Huo Yuchuan turned around and went up the steps, passing through the long wind corridor, where traditional ancient knots with complicated textures were hung one by one, swinging with the wind force brought by walking.

The shadows of traditional ancient knots cast by the thin light drifted from time to time on the hand-made haute couture suits.

The collision of tradition and modernity has no sense of disobedience in Huo Yuchuan.

Huo Yuchuan stood in front of the door, raised his hand and pushed slightly, and a cup of tea fell in front of him.

Huo Yuchuan's expression did not change, he naturally dodged sideways, and the tea cup smashed on the wooden board.

Break open, the tea fragrance overflows.

Huo Yuchuan only frowned slightly, and said gently, "Grandpa, drinking tea early in the morning is not good for your health."

"No? Then why don't you just have a flash marriage without saying a word? If you still think about me, an old man, Huo Yuchuan, divorce me immediately!"

(End of this chapter)