Chapter 257 - Chapter 257: Huo Hannian ‘s Anger (1/2)

Chapter 257: Huo Hannian ‘s Anger

Translator: 549690339

After Huo Hannian entered the airport, Zuo Yi followed him.

After changing their boarding passes, they entered the VIP waiting hall.

Huo Hannian sat down on the sofa, his long legs crossed elegantly. He seemed to have thought of something and passed the phone to Zuo Yi.

Zuo Yi looked at Huo Hannian in confusion.

Without Wen Ruan around, Huo Hannian’s cold aura returned.

The ice was three feet deep, and strangers should not approach it.

His sharp and cold eyes swept across Zuo Yi, and his handsome face revealed a rare unnatural expression.

His thin lips parted slightly.” Take a photo for me.””

A second ago, Zuo Yi thought that he had made a serious mistake and that Young Master Huo was going to punish him.

The next second, when he heard Young Master Huo’s words, he felt like he was struck by lightning.

He had never seen someone so serious as to ask for a photo!

Zuo Yi was angry in his heart, but he did not dare to show any emotion on his face.

He took Huo Hannian’s phone, stood up slightly, and took a picture of him. “Young Master, do you think this one will do?”

Huo Hannian looked at the photo that Zuo Yi had taken and nodded slightly.

Zuo Yi opened the video and sent the photo to Wen Ruan’s WeChat.

After Huo Hannian entered the airport lobby, Wen Ruan drove back.

Suddenly, his WeChat rang.

Wen Ruan picked up her phone and glanced at it.

A message from Imprisoned for Life.

Wen Ruan didn’t look at the content of the message at first glance, but stared at the WeChat ID of Imprisoned You Indefinitely.

Earlier, when Huo Hannian added her on WeChat, she didn’t notice his username.

He actually imprisoned you for life?

Who did he want to imprison for life?

Her?

Wen Ruan did not have time to think and saw that he had sent a photo.

He sat on the black single-seater sofa with one hand on the back of the sofa and the other on his knee. His fingers were distinct, and the luxurious mechanical watch on his left wrist was slightly exposed.

Wen Ruan’s gaze swept across his face in the photo.

His eyebrows were handsome and strong. His facial features were deep and three-dimensional. The lines from his jaw to his neck were perfect and smooth. It was as if he had been meticulously carved by a famous craftsman. Any more would not show his heroic spirit.

However, the aura that was faintly leaking from his body was ice-cold and unapproachable.

It was a world of difference from the lazy and bewitching look she had in front of him earlier.

Wen Ruan parked the car at the side and stared at his photo for a while.

She then clicked on his WeChat image of a dark night sky with no stars or moon.

Fine, he didn’t even post a single post on his Moments.

Just as Wen Ruan was about to exit the WeChat, she suddenly realized that something was amiss.

She actually gained hundreds of likes.

Furthermore, there were countless comments.

Wen Ruan clicked into her Moments.

He was dumbfounded.

In almost every post of hers, even the chicken soup script that she posted had been liked.

Moreover, there were comments below each post.

Imprisoned for Life: Aren’t your legs cold?

Wen Ruan glanced at the attached photo. It was a photo of her walking on the street in a pair of hot pants.

Imprisonment for Life: Too short, not good looking.