"Why would I quit my job?" the autumn wind in the capital was strong and hot. Huo ningxin looked up at him and suddenly asked curiously,"if it was Huo niannian here today, would you have asked her to quit her job?"
Most humans loved pain, and the specific symptoms were licking mouth ulcers, pressing blue and purple bruises, and the stupidity of asking the obvious.
Huo Sicheng took out a cigarette from the box, lit it, and stared at her with cold eyes. "What do you mean?" he asked.
He asked her in an impatient tone, as if he was talking to an unreasonable woman.
After all, Huo ningxin was his wife. Even if he didn't want to marry her, she was already Mrs. Li. In that case, he shouldn't be like a jealous woman who always competed with outsiders.
"Huo ningxin, don't mess with me. We had an agreement before we got married. "
