The Mysterious Ugly Wife Of The Emperor

"Who is it?" The deep voice of the moon rings in the left ear of the man.

Huo Hancheng's voice is good to listen to, at the moment, after the mobile phone has a kind of subwoofer visual sense, good to hear, it's almost intoxicating.

Left month's heart rate reached the peak.

"Who?" Heard no voice, Huo Hancheng asked again.

Zuo Yueyue took a breath again: "Huo, Huo Hancheng, I am Zuo Yueyue."

"Is it you?" Huo Hancheng's tone was surprised.

He didn't expect that Zuo Yueyue would call himself.

"Well." Zuo Yueyue's tone is very nervous: "that your assistant Jack and I said, Huo Hancheng, thank you, really thank you."

"No thanks."

In sharp contrast to the excitement and tension of Zuo Yueyue, Huo Hancheng's voice is very cold, as if it were normal.

"Will you come back for dinner in the evening?" Zuo Yueyue asked again.

I don't know why, Huo Hancheng's cold voice makes Zuo Yueyue feel a little lost.

"No

"I made a very good noodle soup, the one you ate last time."

There was silence for half a second.

"Then I'll come back."

After hanging up the phone, a trance appeared in front of Zuo Yueyue.

Why does Huo Hancheng feel lost when her voice is cold.

Is it because Huo Hancheng thinks so much about her this time that she thinks

There was a flush on Zuo Yueyue's face.

What is she thinking? There are so many beautiful women, Huo Hancheng is not interested in. How can Huo Hancheng be interested in her ugly girl.

Huo Hancheng did this, nothing more than sympathy for themselves, nothing more than good people, what she was thinking.

As time went by, Huo Hancheng finally came back.

At the moment of the sound of the footsteps, the left moon subconsciously cast her eyes in the past, and then breathed a stagnation.

She knew for a long time that Huo Hancheng was very handsome.

Today, however, huohancheng seems to be more handsome than usual.

He is wearing a black British coat, full of air, the whole person is like a man from ancient Greek mythology.

Handsome enough to stop breathing.

Huo Hancheng came here.

Zuo Yueyue stares at him with her eyes, which makes him frown subconsciously.

"Do I have something on my face, so I always stare at me."

Zuo Yueyue

She came to her senses.

"No. No Zuo Yueyue is a little flustered.

The panic on her face let Huo Hancheng chase and ask: "then what do you always stare at me as, eh?"

Man's eyes from top to bottom of the straight fall in the left moon's face, the vision with a sense of inspection.

Zuo Yueyue is even more flustered.

In fact, she said that it would be nice if you were very handsome today, but she could not say it.

After a long period of time, the moon god on the left side vomited out a sentence: "I think it's very special for you to wear black clothes today."

"How special?" Huo Hancheng did not give up.

"Especially like Hades." Zuo Yueyue blurted out.

After that, she regretted, what and what.

She was probably too nervous to say such a thing.

Sure enough, Huo Hancheng's face turned black.

"Hades?" His lips were cold: "am I so terrible?"

Zuo Yueyue knows that she has annoyed Huo Hancheng.

After all, no one wants to be said to look like Hades.