My Waste Husband

Chapter 247

Sylvia's heart beat fast. In the silent darkness, she could clearly hear her heartbeat.

Henry bent his arms slightly.

This simple action made Sylvia's whole body tense.

What should I do? Is he going to hug me? But he hasn't officially pursued me yet!

While Sylvia was lost in her thoughts, she heard a sound.

This sound stopped the idea in Sylvia's mind abruptly.

She turned her head slightly and saw that the man beside her had closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Henry's state made Sylvia let out a sigh of relief. At the same time, there was a hint of unwillingness in her beautiful eyes.

Damn Henry! Smelly Henry! I don't attract you at all, do I? How could you fall asleep just like that?

Sylvia turned around angrily and was facing Henry. She pouted her mouth and kicked Henry's ankle with her calf slightly as if she was venting her anger.

When the kick came out, Sylvia couldn't help but laugh out loud. She carefully looked at the face of the man in front of her. This was the first time that she had seen him so carefully. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Sylvia slowly stretched out her little hand and put it on Henry's face. She gently stroked his rough skin, so that she could associate it with what kind of suffering this man had suffered before.

Sylvia blushed and slightly shrank her head. She instinctively squeezed into Henry's arms and closed her eyes. Lying in Henry's arms, she felt a sense of security that she had never felt before.

When Sylvia felt drowsy, she leaned against Henry's chest and fell asleep with an attractive smile on her face.

After she fell asleep, Henry slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the woman in his arms and reached out his other hand to hold the woman's thin waist.

The next morning, the sun was shining.

Sylvia opened her eyes in a daze and found that the person next to her had disappeared. This feeling of emptiness made Sylvia feel a little disappointed.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she got up from the bed. As soon as she got out of the guest bedroom, she saw Milan sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at her with a smile.

As soon as she saw Sylvia coming out of the bedroom, she teased, "Hey, damn girl, you got up quite early. Ah, you didn't change much. Were you still a saintess last night?"

"What are you talking about?" Sylvia rolled her eyes at Milan. "Where are your parents?"

"The company is very busy recently. They went out early in the morning and didn't have breakfast."

"Oh." Sylvia nodded and didn't ask anything more. She kept looking at the room with her eyes.

"What are you looking for? A man?" Milan got up, swayed to Sylvia, and looked her up and down. "Tut-tut, tut-tut, H Henry, such a big beauty, slept in you arms all night without doing anything? I didn't say anything, but I have to look down on you!"

"Hey! It's not good to say something bad behind people's back!" The door of Milan's house was opened from the outside, and Henry came in from outside.

"Damn it. Why do you have my keys?" Milan pointed at Henry.

"Hey hey." Henry squinted his eyes and smiled. "Last night, Uncle Xiao had already called me his godson, so he gave me the key."

Henry waved his hand, and the key to Milan's house was in it.

"Come on, you. Even if you enter my house, I'm still the boss here." Milan rolled her eyes and urged, "Let your wife get ready. The exhibition will start soon. If we don't leave soon, you won't be able to find a place to park!"

When Sylvia saw Henry, she thought of what happened last night. She actually took the initiative to get into the man's arms. She felt that her face was burning. Without saying a word, she went into the bathroom and began to dress up.

Master Ferger's show began at 10 o'clock in the morning in the art centre of Hangzhou.

As a world-famous painting master, Master Ferger was good at several kinds of paintings, and the meaning of the paintings was also worth pondering. For people who liked painting, Master Ferger's paintings were absolutely a kind of enjoyment.

This exhibition attracted too many people. An hour before the start of the exhibition, Henry and the other two just found a parking space, which was still far from the art centre.

As soon as they walked to the door of the exhibition, Henry and the other two saw a disgusting figure.

Cody Yang stood in front of the exhibition hall, accompanied by a middle-aged man.

At the same time when Henry and the other two saw Cody, Cody also saw the three of them.

"Oh, boy, I really admire your courage. I thought that you had left Hangzhou overnight!" Cody said rudely when he saw Henry.

Henry also laughed. "I also admire your courage. Your face doesn't hurt anymore, but you still dare to talk to me like this?"

Henry raised his hand. This action made Cody subconsciously take two steps back, and then he raised his chest. "Kid, I don't want to have such a fearless argument with you. Look at your clothes. If you don't understand paintings, don't come here and pretend you do."

Henry didn't say anything. He had heard too much of this kind of sarcasm during this period of time.

Looking at Henry's indifferent look, Cody snorted and said, "Let's wait and see!"

There was still one hour before the exhibition started. A long line had been lined up at the entrance of the art centre. Milan calculated that it would take an hour to line up. After all, this was the exhibition of Master Ferger's. Every painting in it was worth millions and millions, so the security had to be done properly.

It was really boring to wait there. Milan rolled her eyes and looked at Henry non-stop. She snapped her fingers and took Sylvia's arm. "Let's go, Sylvia. I'll take you to an interesting place!"

After she said that, without waiting for Sylvia's answer, she pulled Sylvia and walked to the other side.

Sylvia was confused and followed Milan. She didn't know what Milan was going to do.

Henry didn't care. Wherever Sylvia went, he would go.

About fifteen minutes away from the art centre, Sylvia saw the two words "talent market".

This talent market sign was printed on an administrative building.

Sylvia was a little confused. "Milan, what are you doing here? Are you going to recruit workers?"

"No, I'll estimate the price of your husband who you pay 20,000 yuan a month. Let's see how much you've earned!" Milan narrowed her eyes and smiled. Then she pulled Sylvia and walked into the talent market.

Henry followed the two women and was a little speechless. Evaluated him? What kind of price was this?

It was the first time for Sylvia to hear about such a thing, so she felt curious.