His face looks a little ugly.

He always felt that there was something in "Zhao Wenxiu"'s words.

Are you tired of listening to the show, or are you tired of watching it?

Although he thought it was unlikely, after all, he knew Zhao Wenxiu's obsession and dependence on him best.

But people's hearts are changeable.

Huo Mingting himself can't guarantee that he can keep his original intention forever, so how can he dare to imagine that others can stay true to his original intention?!

Especially for an "Israeli waiter" like him, uh, well, it hurts his self-esteem to say that.

However, the relationship between him and Zhao Wenxiu is essentially this kind of relationship.

The old man of the Zhao family treated him as a toy, so why didn't Zhao Wenxiu do it because of his face?!

If you rely on your face to make a living, there will always be a day when you can’t eat anymore.

In the past, Huo Mingting was worried that Zhao Wenxiu might fall in love with someone else.

So he tried his best to coax, pamper and provide for Zhao Wenxiu.

After finally surviving until the old man died, he began to think of ways to brainwash himself, making himself the only person Zhao Wenxiu could rely on.

The plan went smoothly. Zhao Wenxiu is now less arrogant and willful in the past and more docile and obedient.

Huo Mingting felt that he had completely figured out this woman, but at this moment, she suddenly said to herself, "I'm tired of hearing it"!

How could Huo Mingting not be frightened? How could he not have random thoughts?!

"Listen, are you tired of hearing this?"

Huo Mingting carefully looked at He Tiantian's expression, trying to find some clues from it.

He Tiantian pretended not to notice his prying eyes and continued to say in an impatient tone, "Yes, after listening to it for more than ten years, I am tired of listening to the best drama!"

"Well, how about you come to Duan Guifei Zui Bar!"

"The imperial concubine is drunk?" Huo Mingting was obviously stunned for a moment.

It's not that he can't sing, Huo Mingting has learned such a classic song since he was a child.

However, he was good at a few dramas, and he was spotted by Zhao Wenxiu as soon as he became famous.

In the past ten years or so, he has only sang his signature songs repeatedly. He is really not good at other songs, such as the drunken concubine.

Moreover, despite being pampered these years, his figure is not as good as when he was young. It is really difficult to perform the enchanting and charming role of Concubine Yang.

"What? You can't sing?"

He Tiantian's eyes widened with a little displeasure on her face.

Immediately, she shook her head in disappointment, "Forget it if you can't sing! That's right, you haven't sang in opera for so many years, how can you still sing?"

"I'd better go to the theater tomorrow—"

He Tiantian waved her hand casually, as if the importance she once attached to Huo Mingting was just a dream.

Nowadays, she is more like a rich lady who passes her time by acting.

And Huo Mingting, her husband, is no longer a man she relies on, but a thing to please her!

The previous sense of humiliation hit his heart again, and a flash of resentment and sinisterness quickly flashed in Huo Mingting's eyes.

But, he didn't explode.

His remaining sense reminded him that now was not the time to fall out with Zhao Wenxiu.

Not to mention the shopkeepers outside, Huo Mingting couldn't deal with Zhao Jiu at home, the so-called Butler Zhao.

He must continue to coax Zhao Wenxiu now!

Gritting his teeth, suppressing the humiliation and resentment in his heart, Huo Mingting smiled and said, "I can sing! I will sing to my wife the plays that I like to hear!"

Taking a deep breath, Huo Mingting tried his best to recall the drunken concubine's singing voice and posture, and began to perform in front of He Tiantian.

In fact, to be honest, Huo Mingting's appearance is really good.

Although he has a beard and is a little fatter, he is still a handsome man for his age.

When he performs attentively, he is quite impressive.

However, he is indeed not as pink and tender and charming as the little fresh meat in the troupe.

He Tiantian looked at it for a while and then showed a disappointed expression.

When Huo Mingting bit her wine glass and made a charming figure, she even deliberately averted her eyes.

Huo Mingting:...Mom, Zhao Wenxiu, what do you mean? Do you think my performance is not good?

Does it hurt your eyes?!

I cursed secretly in my heart, but didn't dare to show anything on my face.

Huo Mingting persisted in singing the trick, and then said in a nonchalant manner, "The singing is indeed not very good! But don't worry, madam, I will go and learn it tomorrow, and when I come back, I will sing it to you alone."

listen!"

"I will sing to you alone" is a promise Huo Mingting made when he hooked up with Zhao Wenxiu.

Of course, this is more like a love story between a young couple.

Zhao Wenxiu was deeply moved.

This kind of feeling is probably like your favorite idol giving up the dazzling big stage to perform for her alone!

The sweetness, touchingness, and unique preference completely touched Zhao Wenxiu's heart.

Over the years, Huo Mingting often used this sentence to coax Zhao Wenxiu!

This is a special love story between their husband and wife, and it is also Zhao Wenxiu’s favorite romance.

But, this time, the love words failed.

He Tiantian was not too moved. She seemed to have something else on her mind and waved her hand casually, "You are still busy with business, how can you have time to learn to sing?"

"Besides, you are getting older and your bones have become harder. If you have to study, you may get injured!"

He Tiantian's words seemed to show concern for Huo Mingting, and she couldn't bear the hardships of having to study opera at such an early age.

However, when Huo Mingting heard it, it became: What do you mean? Does she think I am too old?

He Tiantian: ...Congratulations! You got the answer right!

I really think you are old.

It's also a performance. Isn't it more enjoyable to watch those teenage boys than you, the old bacon?

Huo Mingting didn't know what He Tiantian was thinking, but he was still alert.

In addition, Huo Mingting also began to restrain himself.

He did not continue to be dazzled by the temporary victory, and forcefully brought his heart that had floated into the air back again.

Therefore, the next day, when he heard Zhao Jiu say: "The car should be left to the eldest lady, my uncle should take a rickshaw." Huo Mingting did not get angry.

"Okay! You should really stick to Wenxiu first!"

Huo Mingting pinched his palms hard, but said words against his will.

He thought he was covering up well, but he didn't know that Butler Zhao Jiuzhao's eyes were particularly vicious and he could see through his disguise at a glance.

"Can't you stand this? Hehe, after being called Master Huo for a few days, do you really think that you are the master?!"

"In the Zhao family, you are just a son-in-law..."

Although it only lasted two short days, Zhao Jiu could figure it out.

My eldest daughter seems to be really tired of Huo Mingting.

"Well, it seems I have to make preparations!"

Zhao Jiu watched He Tiantian go out in the car attentively, thinking secretly in his heart.
Chapter completed!