Super love after marriage: abstinent Mr. Huo flirts with his sleepy pregnant wife

Wen Jiu couldn't believe that the other party really wanted her account.

Ten million is not a small amount, and it is not something that ordinary people can come up with.

With the mentality of giving it a try, she sent her bank account number.

Five minutes later, a text message came from the phone.

[Your savings card with the last number 8888 earns RMB.00. PS: See you at the Civil Affairs Bureau at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning! 】

Wen Jiu was stunned. After counting and counting, he was sure it was 10 million. The man actually gave her a huge sum of 10 million.

It seems that he is really the best in his field!

On the spot, her mood was extremely complicated.

Happily, she no longer has to worry about the cost of her brother's treatment. What's complicated is that she is about to become a wife and mother.

Early the next morning, she took her household registration book with her and planned to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau for an appointment.

Wen Jian'an and Jiang Qiulin were chatting while having breakfast.

Wen Jiu smelled the smell of chive pancakes, covered his nose, and walked towards the door.

"Wen Jiu, where are you going in such a hurry?" Jiang Qiulin shouted at her back.

Wen Jiu paused, and without waiting for her reply, Jiang Qiulin continued: "I called Boss Chen last night to beg him, and he generously said that as long as you get rid of the bastard in your belly and cut off all contact with that poor boy, he will I am still willing to give a gift, but I can only give one million, but one million is not bad, it is enough for our family’s expenses.”

Wen Jiu stared at Jiang Qiulin and said angrily: "I agreed to marry for the cost of my brother's treatment, not for you."

She was extremely disappointed.

"You didn't like me since you were little, and I admit it. I thought you were at least different towards my brother. It turns out, it's nothing more than that. You have also had some small savings over the years, but after my brother was diagnosed as a vegetative state, you only have one penny. You can’t bear to let go, how on earth can you bear to watch your own son die like this?”

Wen Jiucai realized that not all parents love their children. When Wen Nanzhi was healthy, they might, like many families that favor sons over daughters, prefer boys. But once their interests were endangered, they were equally indifferent to boys.

They only love themselves.

"Your brother is hopeless. You have seen several vegetative people wake up. What's the difference between giving him money to treat him and throwing him into the water?" Wen Jian'an sighed.

"Even if I throw money into the water, I will give it a try, because I think my loved ones are more important than money."

She will never forget the warmth her brother has brought to her over the years. Without Wen Nanzhi's protection, she has been living in a dark world and cannot imagine what she looks like now. How could she live an active life and become an art teacher?

Wen Jiu gritted his teeth and left without looking back.

"Wen Jiu, if you dare to step out of this door today, never come back. Just pretend that we never gave birth to you." Jiang Qiulin yelled at her back.

"Qiulin, forget it, go back and try to persuade her."

"What else is there to persuade? If she refuses to take away the poor boy's bastard, she will be ruined for the rest of her life. Next time she thinks of us, she will be too poor to survive. If you don't leave the words here, you will have to support her in the future. Can’t the child be born?”

Wen Jianan said nothing again.

Wen Jiu was disappointed.

She knew that after Wen Nanzhi became a vegetative state, her parents, who were reluctant to spend any more money, would never go to the hospital again.

In this case, she won't tell them about getting 10 million.

From now on, she will be responsible for Wen Nanzhi's treatment expenses.

This indifferent home, I will never go back if I don’t go back.

In the cold wind, Wen stood at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau for a long time until Huo Beimo showed up on time at nine o'clock.

He got out of the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, wearing a formal suit and looking cool and dignified.

Wen Jiu thought about it, this man was very punctual. If she didn't know his occupation, she would think he was a big boss based on his outfit.

The more dignified Huo Beimo looked, the more Wen Jiu sympathized with him, as if he could imagine him working hard to please the rich old woman with a sinister face.

Until, when the two were registering, the moment Hobeimo wrote down his name, the staff at the marriage registration office suddenly looked at the two of them with strange eyes, especially looking at Hobeimo with obvious admiration. Looking at Wen Jiu's eyes, he couldn't hide his envy.

Wen Jiu glanced at the registration form strangely, and when he saw the three words Huo Beimo, he felt like he was struck by lightning.

Let me ask you, who in the entire capital has never heard of the word Huo Beimo?

The Huo Group is the first of the four major groups in country C, and Huo Beimo is the new leader of the Huo Group.

However, he is a low-key person and does not like interference in his private life. Even if he is in the news, no media dares to publish clear photos of him. Moreover, he is not an entertainment star. Not everyone will pay attention to his news. Therefore, most people will naturally think that he is a low-key person. Not out of him.

Wen Jiu thought about it, there weren't many people named Huo in the capital, and there shouldn't be anyone named Huo Beimo.

Could it be that this is not the kind of profession she thought she was?

Come to think of it, could the person who casually gave her 10 million be an ordinary person?

If you were so rich, who would do that kind of job? Her brain has been really confused recently. When Huo Beimo said he was willing to give 10 million, she should have thought that the other party's identity was not simple.

Looking back on everything that happened that day, it seems that no one ever said that they did that kind of work from beginning to end.

"Sign!" Huo Beimo signaled.

Wen Jiu, who was stunned, finally came to his senses. She looked at Huo Beimo and hesitated to speak.

"You are……"

Thinking of the precious ten million in his account, Wen Jiu swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

After she signed her name and went through the entire marriage registration process with Hobeimo, she finally got the little red book.

After the two walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau together, she still felt it was unreal.

Is this how she got married? Is your husband still the famous Huo Beimo?

"Sorry, I always mistakenly thought you were..." Wen Jiu explained with a blushing face.

Before she finished speaking, Huo Beimo suddenly stopped and looked sideways at her, his sultry peach blossom eyes flashing with unknown meaning.

Wen Jiucai realized that some things were better left unexplained.

"My grandma thinks we are a real couple, and she needs your help to deal with the old man later, and...this is the agreement I have drawn up. If you have a look at it and it's okay, just sign it." He handed an agreement to Wen Long.

Wen Jiu carefully read it word for word.

The content of the agreement is nothing more than that the two are only in a contractual marriage. Wen Jiu needs to live with Huo Beimo and help act as a loving couple in front of Grandma Huo. The rest of the time, they will not interfere with each other. The contract period ends on the day the child is born, and then he will stay. If you give birth to a child, you will be given another 100 million as compensation.

It's equivalent to only wanting children but not a wife.

Wen Jiu is a self-aware person. He is satisfied with getting 10 million. How could he really think that he is Young Madam Huo.

If you have never eaten pork, you should have seen pigs running away. The wives that wealthy CEOs randomly marry are nothing more than shields, and she understands this.

As for keeping the child, she thought, given her financial conditions, it would be better to leave the child in the Huo family.

However, the 100 million compensation written in the contract really shocked her. She could only say that poverty limited her imagination. She originally thought that 10 million was already a lot.

Although she never thought about asking for the money again, no matter what, she didn't suffer at all from this agreement.

So I signed my name readily.