ith tiny hands, as Wen Man read them a fairytale.Wen Man's voice sounded very nice, gentle with a hint of raspy. It made Huo Shao Ting think back to those sultry nights when she was beneath him, her...In the morning, Huo Shaoting sat in his office looking at documents!

Zhang, the secretary, pushed the door open and spoke in a low voice: "Mr. Huo, Ms. Fang's agent has come several times. He wants to talk to you."

He Shaoting took a sip of coffee: "Which Ms. Fang"find it repulsive”Wen Man was too lazy to pay him any attention.She wanted to be both grandmother and great-grandmother, wishing she could fly to Ho Xi right away to personally cook some nourishing so...