Chapter 392: I Can’t Hold It In Anymore

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Idiot, he wants to throw me in jail!” Wen He roared at Su Cheng.

r.e.t.a.r.d.

“You scolded me?” Su Cheng turned. “Wen He, I dare you to repeat it!”

“Stupid! Idiot! r.e.t.a.r.d!” She kept repeating it.

He thought that she did not have the courage to say it. She could not care less when she was p.i.s.sed off.

“Second Master, please lock her up for life. She is all yours. Teach her a lesson and no return needed.”

Su Cheng shot her a sideways glance. He was not going to give a hoot no matter how beautiful the woman was if she respected him. She was not Lu Zhaoyang, after all.

Huo Chen looked down and nudged her with his knee. “Get up.”

“Huo Chen, I am going to make a report against you for frequenting night club and taking French leave!” Wen He looked daggers at him with her beautiful brown eyes. “You are in serious misconduct!”

“It will not be misconduct as long as I bring you back.”

If it were not for her, he would not have come to Golden Capital.

“Please…” Wen He immediately wilted and looked at him in tears.

Huo Chen gave himself a ma.s.sage on his temples; Wen He was giving him a headache. Suddenly, he leaned over, lifted her up with one arm, and carried her on his shoulder.

“Help! Help! This is a kidnapping!”

Wen He screamed. She grabbed the brooch from Su Cheng’s cloth while pa.s.sing by him.

Su Cheng scratched the back of his head. What a crazy woman! He thought.

He shoved Wen He into the car as soon as he was out of Golden Capital.

Wen He waved her left hand while banging the window with her right. “Help! Help!”

The car quickly sped off. No one cared about her. At most, people only looked on curiously.

“Help…” Her voice was getting softer and weaker.

Huo Chen just closed his eyes and pretended to not hear her.

He just saw that Yang Yang and Huo Yunting were together. They seemed to be happy and even intimate.

He clenched his fists.

“Chief Huo!”

Wen He suddenly screamed into his ear. He relaxed his fists and looked sideways at her.

“Is there anything?”

“I want to pee.”

“Hold it in.”

“I am a girl!”

She leaned closer to him, her eyes slid back and forth, and her voice was soft. Song Shou, Huo Chen’s aide-de-camp, who was behind the wheel, had gooseb.u.mps all over his skin.

“Chief Huo, please~.”

Huo Chen moved away and avoided her like a plague.

“I cannot help even if you call me grandpa.”

“Then I have no choice but do it in your car.” She stretched out her hand and gently tapped on his arm.

“Chief~.”

Huo Chen grabbed her wrist and stared at her coldly. “Don’t touch me!”

“I cannot hold it in anymore.”

He flunked her hand away. “Give her the bottle.”

Song Shou picked up a water bottle, uncapped it and gulped down the remaining half bottle of water before tossing it to Wen He.

Wen He’s mouth twitched as she looked at the bottle beside her feet. “I am a woman!”

“So?”

“So Chief Huo, you must take care of me. Have you become dim-witted after joining the army? Women are all delicate flowers.”

Huo Chen calmly said, “All women are delicate flowers. But you are a cactus.”

Song Shou could not help but chuckle.

He did not expect the serious-looking chief could crack such a funny joke.