My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day

Su Wanwan did not understand at first.

But hearing her best friend’s lewd laughter, a thought struck her like a bolt of lightning.

Holy shit!

“Mo! Little! Pervert!” Su Wenwen’s face turned red as she lowered her voice and yelled, “Can you stop laughing so lewdly?”

Besides, Xiao Yebai is such a cold man, would he do such lascivious things?

Or is it that all men are “not what they seem”?

Just like Huo Jingshen, who looks gentle and elegant, who knew that he would be so…

“Anyway, I’ve already reserved the presidential suite for tomorrow night. The clothes are all ready. It’s bunny-themed lingerie, pink, Xiaobai’s favorite. Hehehe…” Mo Weiyi chuckled lewdly again as she spoke.

Su Wanwan felt her face burning, hurriedly interrupting her, “Okay, okay, I

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have to go now.”

After saying that, she quickly hung up the phone before Mo Weiyi could respond.

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Mo Family Mansion.

Mo Weiyi huffed irritably when the call was ended on her.

She had many friends, but not many she could confide in. Su Wanwan was the only one among them she could truly consider as a close friend.

It took forever for Su Wanwan to return to the country and get married, so, as best friends, they could finally share their marital bliss with each other. But every time the conversation shifted in more intimate directions, that girl would act all shy and embarrassed.

Well, let it be.

She glanced at the time. Nine o’clock in the evening.

Why hasn’t Xiaobai come up yet?

Mo Weiyi set down her phone and rose to her feet, pushing the door open to head downstairs.

The housekeeper had left for the day, and only a dim wall lamp illuminated the large living room. The study door was ajar, light leaking from within, along with a faint murmur of voices.

Mo Weiyi immediately went over, pushing the door wide open.

“Xiaobai.”

Behind the cool, black desk, Xiao Yebai was taking a call, glasses perched on his nose.

When he heard her voice, he looked up, his voice deep as he said into the

phone, “I have to go.”

“Who were you talking to?” Mo Weiyi asked casually.

Xiao Yebai’s expression was indifferent, “Work-related matter.

Setting down his phone, he raised his hand, turning off the computer screen. Mo Weiyi did not pay it any mind. She went over and squeezed between him and the desk, settling herself in his arms.

She cooed sweetly, “Xiaobai, I’ve reserved the presidential suite at Huashang for tomorrow night. Remember to finish work early. No overtime, okay?” “Work has been rather busy lately.” Xiao Yebai leaned back against the chair, his gaze on her calm and still.

“I don’t care. Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. If you work late again, I’m really going to be angry!” Mo Weiyi began fussing, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Xiaobai reached out to hold her. His eyes lowered and darkened, and something raspy crept into his voice, “Have you showered yet?” ■■Yes.” Mo Weiyi beamed as she dangled her arms around his neck, soft and seductive, “Xiaobai, carry me upstairs.”

His pale, bony hand went along her curves, hoisting her into his arms.

“Wait a moment.” Mo Weiyi suddenly reached out.

Caught off guard, Xiao Yebai had his glasses plucked from him.

After setting down the rimless glasses on the table, Mo Weiyi burrowed back into his arms, grinning, “I still like how Xiaobai looks without glasses.” Xiao Yebai’s features are markedly pronounced and with his usual cold demeanor, people find him aloof and hard to approach especially when he is immersed in his work.

He therefore usually wears glasses to appear more gentlemanly and friendly. After getting married however, Mo Weiyi thought that Xiaobai was just a classic case of a seemingly cultured man hiding his true colors. Wearing glasses was pure pretense!

Besides, he has such beautiful, almond-shaped eyes, so enchanting and well-defined with thick, long lashes and paired with his handsome, arched eyebrows, he has the looks of a delicate, flower-like male character from ancient times.

It was a waste to hide those beautiful eyes behind those glasses.

Xiao Yebai curled his thin lips, taking a step out of the study and preparing to go upstairs.

Just then, the jarring sound of a mobile phone rang out.

Mo Weiyi pouted a little in disappointment, “Who’s that, bugging you at this hour?”

“Might be work-related” Xiao Yebai carried her back into the study. Setting her on the couch first, he then picked up the phone from his desk.

“Zhiwei.”

The instant she heard that name, Mo Weiyi’s mood tanked even further.

“Alright, got it.”

After he hung up, Mo Weiyi promptly fired off a string of questions, “What s wrong with your sister this time? She’s run out of money? Wants to buy something? Or has another man dumped her?”

Xiao Yebai stayed silent, his face going back to its usual semblance of calm.

He stood behind his desk, thin lips pressed in a line as he quietly bore her heated gaze upon his cold face.

His dark eyes looked even colder without the glasses covering them.

Any normal person would be uneasy under his icy gaze, but Mo Weiyi didn’t find it intimidating in the least. She huffed in annoyance, her disdain for Xiao Zhiwei evident in her voice, “Well, what’s her problem this time?

Xiao Yebai finally spoke, “Zhiwei is coming back to the country tomorrow.”

Mo Weiyi’s cat-like eyes widened in surprise, “What?

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With the news of Xiao Zhiwei returning to the country, Mo Weiyi’s good mood abruptly evaporated.

After going upstairs and while Xiao Yebai was in the shower, she immediately phoned Mo Yaoxiong in irritation, “Dad, do you know that Xiao Zhiwei is coming back to the country?”