CEO's Secret Lover

Chapter 461

"He’s very busy. I don’t think he’s free." Huo XIwen knew that Huo Jiujiu just wanted to know who her boyfriend was, so he stuck his tongue out at Huo Yuhao.

"That’s such a pity, all the reputable people in Y city should attend the Ming Zhu Group’s party. If he was a businessman, she would have missed this chance to build a relationship with everyone." Huo Jiabao said with a regretful expression.

"Big Brother, I won’t trouble you to take care of his matters. Let’s hurry up and eat. The food is already cold. "

After dinner, Huo Jiu didn’t stay long before he got up to leave. Before leaving, he repeatedly reminded Huo XIwen not to forget about going to the party the day after tomorrow.

Huo XIwen was worried that Fu Mujun would call him later, so he could only half-heartedly agree.

Around 8 in the evening, Huo XIwen was sitting on the royal bed in his bedroom, reading a novel absent-mindedly.

Suddenly, the phone beside his leg rang.

She immediately put down the book in her hands in excitement and grabbed her phone. When she looked at the caller ID, she realised that it was none other than Fu Mujun.

Taking two deep breaths, she adjusted her excitement and answered the phone, "Hello ..." "Hello."

"It’s me." On the other end of the phone, it was Fu Mujun’s voice.

Huo XIwen: "Are you done?"

Fu Mujun nodded, "Yes."

"Have you had dinner?"

Fu Mujun said, "Not yet."

Huo XIwen: "Then you ..."

Fu Mujun asked, "Are you free now?"

"Of course ..." She was a bit impatient, but she realized that she was being too impatient. She slowed down her tone and said, "There’s ... "I’m free."

"I’ve just arrived at Y city, so I’m not very familiar with this place. Do you know where the food tastes better? Can you bring me there?" Fu Mujun asked.

"Sure, of course. Where are you now? I’m going to look for you? " As he spoke, Huo XIwen had already stood up from the imperial concubine’s bed and went to the cloakroom to pick out clothes.

"I’ll send you the address. You come find me." As the other party spoke, he hung up.

Huo Xiwen took out a dark blue sleeveless dress from the closet, put on a thin silk cardigan, and changed into a pair of comfortable red flat leather shoes. As she went downstairs, he called Luo Qingyun using her cell phone.

At this time, Luo Qingyun was walking around the garden with Su Chen Hao. When she received Huo XIwen’s call, she opened her mouth and shouted out, "XIwen ..." At that moment, Huo XIwen’s extremely anxious voice sounded out from the other end of the phone.

"Qingyun, quickly tell me which restaurant in Y city has better food."

"You mean Chinese or Western?"

"He likes to eat Chinese food. "Hurry up and recommend one to me." Huo Xiwen was rushing over the phone.

"I don’t eat much outside. How about this? I’ll let Chen Hao tell you. He definitely knows it better than I do." Luo Qingyun said as she handed the phone over to Su Chen Hao.

Su Chen Hao took the phone and asked, "What cuisine do you want for the Chinese cuisine?"

"Hot." Mr. Huo remembers that although he grew up in the United States, his tastes were quite Chinese. I like tea and Chinese food, and Chinese food is especially spicy.

"There’s a Grand Xiang’s restaurant on the China Trade Road. The environment and taste are pretty good."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Chen Hao." Huo XIwen received the answer and immediately hung up.

Su Chen handed the phone back to Luo Qingyun and heard her say with a smile, "It’s about this much already. Has Xi Wen not eaten yet?"

"I’m afraid we have to treat someone to a meal."

"Yes, on the phone just now, she seemed to be saying that ’he’ likes to eat Chinese food, but I wonder who this’ he ’is. Could it be that Mr. Fu we met that day?" Luo Qingyun said with a smile.

"You seem very interested in this." Su Chen Hao looked at her smiling face and said.

"Aren’t you interested?" Luo Qingyun asked.

"I’m more interested in you." As Su Chen Hao spoke, he pulled her into his embrace.

Luo Qingyun’s face quietly leaned against his chest. A happy smile rippled across her face: "Chen Hao, I feel that being together like this is just like a dream."

"What is it? It’s been so many days, and you’re still not used to being the mistress of the Su Family? " Su Chen knew that they had experienced too much, to the point that Luo Qingyun was worried about their marriage. She always felt that it wasn’t real.

"That’s right. I don’t know why, but I feel a little guilty inside." Luo Qingyun asked.

"It is my fault that you are so insecure. Qingyun, don’t worry. Right now, there is no one who can shake your position in this family, in my heart, and in the hearts of the children. We will never part again in this lifetime. " Su Chen Hao tightened his grip on her slender body and told her with a certain tone.

"Yes, I know. I will slowly adjust my state of mind. "Chen Hao, don’t worry, I won’t let my imagination run wild anymore." Luo Qingyun also knew the crux of her problem. She raised her head and looked into Su Chen Hao’s eyes. Within his eyes, she saw her happiness and sweetness.

That’s right, everything was already in the past. What she needed to do now was to happily accompany her lover and children.

No one else would take away her happiness. She would not allow it, and neither would Su Chen Hao.

The address that Fu Mujun sent Huo XIwen was a riverside villa. When she arrived at the entrance of the villa, she took out her phone and called Fu Mujun. However, she saw that the villa’s door was opened.

Huo Xi Wen looked at his clothes and said, "You haven’t changed yet?"

"I’m too tired, so I’m not going out to eat. I found some ingredients in the fridge and prepared to cook for myself." Fu Mujun said as he entered the house.

Hearing that he was not going out, Huo XIwen was stunned for a moment.

You’re not going out and you’re letting her come here?

What did that mean?

Why did he call her over so that he could meet her?

"Sit down on the sofa, I’ll go to the kitchen." After Fu Mujun entered the room, he told her to take a seat, and turned around to enter the kitchen.

Curious about what he was cooking, Huo XIwen put down his bag and followed him into the kitchen. As soon as they entered, they smelled of black pepper.

Walking in, he saw Fu Mujun frying a steak.

"Is this your dinner?" she asked, standing behind him.

Fu Mujun looked back at her and shrugged, "I think it’s a little too old to fry, and the other side is a little too muddled."

"Can you still eat that?" Huo Xi Wen looked at the black steak in the pot. At least it looked so good that he couldn’t eat it anymore.

"Seems like I won’t be able to eat it." Fu Mujun said as he poured the steak from the pan into the trash can.