My little wife cried during pregnancy, and the abstinence Buddha spoiled her like crazy

Huo Jingchen glanced at Song Zekai coldly, "Boring."

Song Zekai pouted and said jokingly, "Master Huo, you are already 28 years old, and there is no woman around you. Could it be that you are still a virgin?"

Hearing Song Zekai's words, Huo Jingchen's face became even gloomier, and his hand holding the wine glass suddenly tightened, "Are you tired of living?"

Seeing that Huo Jingchen was really angry, Song Zekai quickly raised his hands in surrender and said hurriedly: "Master Huo, I know I am wrong."

Then, he smiled and said, "But, to be honest, it's not a good thing for you to be single all the time. Not only will Grandpa Huo be worried, but even I, your brother, have begun to suspect that there is something wrong with your sexual orientation!"

Huo Jingchen glanced at him and said nothing.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Zekai looked anxious, "No, are you really planning to become a monk?"

Huo Jingchen still ignored him. Song Zekai shrugged his shoulders. It seemed that he was asking for trouble!

At this moment, Huo Jingchen coughed lightly and slowly said, "Let me ask you something."

Song Zekai immediately became interested, "Mr. Huo, please speak."

Huo Jingchen glanced at the woman beside him, and Song Zekai understood and immediately asked them to leave.

Suddenly, only Huo Jingchen and Song Zekai were left in the private room.

"Zekai, you said a woman slept with you, and that night she said she didn't need to take responsibility, and she ran away the next day. What does that mean?"

"Huh?" Song Zekai thought he was hallucinating.

No way, no way? A Buddhist like Mr. Huo, who is so cold and abstinent, would actually talk about this topic?

"I'm asking you a question!" Seeing that Song Zekai didn't speak, Huo Jingchen urged with a cold face.

Song Zekai burst out laughing, "Hahaha, Master Huo, you mean, you slept with a woman? And then, that woman dumped you the next day?"

Huo Jingchen's handsome face darkened, and he couldn't help but correct his words: "It's not me, it's a friend of mine."

"Making friends out of nothing, I understand. I understand everything." Song Zekai laughed even more happily.

"What are you laughing at?" Huo Jingchen felt a lump in his throat. He picked up the wine on the table and took a sip.

Song Zekai instantly turned into a gossip reporter. He came over, touched Huo Jingchen's arm, and asked with a smile, "Master Huo, when did this happen? I didn't expect that our Buddha, who has always been abstinent, would break his vow. Has he seen through the world and become tempted by worldly desires?"

Huo Jingchen glared at him impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense and speak quickly!"

Song Zekai stopped smiling, touched his chin, and analyzed seriously: "In my opinion, this woman is either playing hard to get, or she doesn't want to have anything to do with you."

Huo Jingchen frowned slightly, "Then which type would she be?"

Song Zekai cleared his throat and continued, "If it's playing hard to get, she did this just to attract your...friend's attention and deliberately keep him on suspense."

"If she doesn't want to have anything to do with your friend, then either she doesn't have feelings for you, or..."

"What do you want?" Huo Jingchen frowned.

Song Zekai glanced at Huo Jingchen and said cautiously: "Master Huo, if I tell you, don't get angry."

Huo Jingchen tapped the wine glass lightly with his slender fingers, seemingly nonchalant, but full of coldness and warning: "If you keep talking nonsense, I promise that you won't see the sun tomorrow."

Hearing this, Song Zekai's body trembled involuntarily, and he quickly admitted his mistake: "Okay, I'll tell you, either she is not satisfied with your friend."

"Not satisfied?" Huo Jingchen's face darkened. He was the president of the Huo Group, worth hundreds of billions. His looks and figure were impeccable, if not 100%. What was there for her to be dissatisfied with?

"There are generally two types of dissatisfaction." Song Zekai made up his mind. He would be beaten to death whether he said it or not, so he might as well say it.

"One is that Master Huo's skills are too poor. Another is that Master Huo is not good enough."

"I can't?" Huo Jingchen sneered and squeezed the goblet in his hand hard.

"Look, look, you're getting anxious." Song Zekai stood up excitedly, "I've already said it was you, but you still don't admit it."

The next second, the goblet broke from his hand.

Seeing this scene, Song Zekai subconsciously sat back on the sofa and swallowed nervously.

He quickly laughed dryly to ease the embarrassment at the moment, "Master Huo, don't be angry, I didn't mean that. Besides, didn't you ask me to say it? I'm just helping you analyze it, maybe the girl doesn't mean that!"

Song Zekai became more and more curious as he talked, and started gossiping again, "Master Huo, after saying so much, you still haven't told me which woman was so desperate to climb into your bed?"

Moreover, he ran away the next day. Doesn’t Mr. Huo have any respect?

Song Zekai really wanted to meet this bold woman and find out who she was.

Huo Jingchen's handsome face was as black as charcoal. Not only was Song Zekai curious, but even he wanted to know who that woman was.

Afterwards, he sent people to investigate the hotel's surveillance, and found that it had been destroyed, as if someone had done it on purpose.

Huo Jingchen was in a depressed mood. He came out of the private room and went to the bathroom.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

The girl was wearing a white dress and holding her hands on the sink, as if she was vomiting.

Huo Jingchen walked over.

The girl seemed to sense someone approaching and slowly raised her head. A delicate but slightly pale face came into Huo Jingchen's sight.

The moment their eyes met, Huo Jingchen's gaze froze and his heart seemed to skip a beat. These clean and clear eyes were exactly the same as the girl's that night.

"Is it you?" Huo Jingchen said in a low voice, suppressing the complicated emotions in his heart.

The girl's eyes were confused, and she was obviously not fully awake yet. When she saw Huo Jingchen, a trace of astonishment flashed across her face.

It’s him, Huo Jingchen, why is he here?

Lin Wanwan forced herself to stand up straight, pretending to be calm on the surface, but her hands were actually sweating from nervousness.

"Sir, you have the wrong person."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Wanwan prepared to run away. She couldn't let Huo Jingchen know that she was pregnant.

Huo Jingchen grabbed her arm and said in a cold and magnetic voice, "Want to leave?"

Lin Wanwan looked at him with innocent eyes and struggled hard, "Sir, you hurt me!"

Huo Jingchen stared at her closely, feeling very oppressive: "Why are you running?"

"Sir, I don't know what you are talking about." Lin Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he recognized her?

"Very good, you're playing hard to get with me, eh?" Seeing that Lin Wanwan pretended not to know him, Huo Jingchen sneered, grabbed her hands, and pushed her against the wall.

Lin Wanwan was startled and saw Huo Jingchen leaning forward.

Lin Wanwan was so scared that she instinctively turned her face away. What happened between them in bed that night seemed to be vivid in her mind.

Huo Jingchen was stunned for a moment, then leaned over, buried his head in her neck, and couldn't help but sniff.

Although he didn't see clearly what she looked like that night, he vaguely remembered her features and the faint jasmine scent emanating from her.

Smelling the same scent on Lin Wanwan, Huo Jingchen whispered in her ear: "I remember the smell of you."