The Male Main’s Uncle Is Openly Obsessed With Me

Of course Mrs. Huo was not reconciled, as Huo Shaofeng said, when she married in, the Huo family was already a behemoth.

Huo Qihan's parents were not very satisfied with her originally. In order to marry Huo Qihan, she took the initiative to submit a notarization of pre-marital property and married Huo Qihan after clearly dividing his pre-marital property.

After that, Huo Qihan never thought of giving her some properties like house shares.

This is also the reason why Madam Huo's expression was subtle when Su Yayan showed off in front of them that Huo Chenhuan transferred 10% of Huo's shares to her name.

If she divorced Huo Qihan now, she would be kicked out of the house if she didn't get anything!

"Yes, I can't get a divorce. As long as I don't get a divorce, I'll still be Mrs. Huo, and no one can drive me away. What about that woman who is pregnant? Her child was born as an illegitimate child!

"Mom, you are right to think so, even if it's not for me, but for your own sake, this marriage must never be divorced!"

"But... but your dad..."

"What's wrong with my dad? The derailment in marriage is because he is at a loss. He can still force you to get a divorce?" Huo Shaofeng said that a touch of brutality and resentment passed in his eyes. Otherwise, let that woman and her son be the illegitimate child forever."

Madam Huo now only has the backbone of Huo Shaofeng. Naturally, he does what he says and agrees without much struggle.

Huo Shaofeng glanced at the wound on her face and said distressed: "Mom, go and deal with the wound on her face first."

Madam Huo touched her swollen face, her eyes flushed again, nodded, turned and left.

When he was gone, Huo Shaofeng completely changed his face and kicked the table aside bitterly.

There was a lot of anger in his heart that could not vent, just at this time the things Huo Chenhuan sent to him arrived.

"Master, there is an email from you."

"Mail?" Huo Shaofeng frowned, unable to remember who would send him an email at this time.

Huo Shaofeng took the mail and squeezed it. It was quite thick, with a small bulge underneath, which looked a bit like a round watch.

As soon as it was torn apart, the contents inside slipped out, and a bunch of photos fell on the ground.

Huo Shaofeng was taken aback, crouched down and wanted to pick up the photo, but he saw the content of the photo at a glance, and his eyes shrank.

There are two protagonists in the photo. One is a strange man he doesn't know, and the other is Wen Jingping, his girlfriend who has been missing for a short time since the hotel incident that day and has never seen him.

Huo Shaofeng was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted and turned to look at other photos.

The same two people have the same intimacy, with different backgrounds.

At the door of the company, in the square, in the clothing store, in the jewelry store, and even on the side of the road, a man and a woman are holding hands or whispering in each other's ears. Only from this photo can we see the ambiguity and sweetness between the two.

With a green grassland above his head, Huo Shaofeng was so angry that there was smoke from his head. He threw the photo in his hand to the ground so hard that he hit the micro-projector that was sent over along with the photo.

With a click, the projector switch was activated, and a small high-definition video was reflected.

The two in the video whispered whispers, the woman giggled as if she had heard something happy, and then the two kissed together sweetly, inseparable, like a stranger.