Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

"I heard it from the village head!" Jared replied. He had gone to the village head's house in an attempt to get an electric warming fan or at least, an electric blanket. Much to his disappointment, he hadn't gotten anything. Perhaps, the only thing to help him keep warm now would be wine, which thankfully, their hosts had supplied in plenty. So he joined the village head for a drink with the accompaniment of some hearty talks. But the elder was no heavy drinker. Only a few glasses down and he dropped the guard, turning into a blabbermouth.

In between his juicy tales, he let slip to Jared that someone had requested the villagers to give special care to Debbie. Although he didn't know who that person was, he remembered someone mentioned about a name "Mr. Huo".

From the village head's words, Jared could put two and two together. The surname Huo was a rare name, and even across the city, there was only one "Mr. Huo" whose influence could reach a remote village like the Southon Village.

Touched by Carlos' gesture, Debbie flashed a sweet smile. But she didn't want to admit the happiness exploding in her heart. Instead she faked a retort to Jared. "No, I don't think the village head was telling the truth."

"Oh, really? But I can see you smiling from ear to ear. Why don't you just admit that you're on cloud nine now?" Jared teased.

Debbie turned around and glared at him. "Just go and do night running. It will help you keep warm!"

'Do night running? No way! I would rather stay under the quilt, though I have to tolerate Dixon, ' he thought.

In Y City, by the time Carlos came back, Debbie had already been away for about three days. She had left without giving him a phone call, not even sending him a message.

Sulking silently, he took out his phone and called Curtis. "Have they arrived there?"

"Yes, they arrived safely, although my brother lamented the living conditions. Seems a little seedy over there," said Curtis on the other end of the phone. 'His brother? Gus Lu?'

Closing his eyes tight, Carlos said in a stern tone, "It serves her right. She made her own bed." 'She didn't even ask for my opinion before deciding. I didn't know it until the name-list was submitted to the school, ' he thought to himself.

"Rest assured. I've done as per your instructions and asked the people there to take good care of her. I've also sent Gus there to protect her. I know you feel bad, but it's only a few more days and she'll be back." Curtis understood what was going on in Carlos' mind.

asked. If he hadn't known that Gus had shown no

a man. Somehow, I believe, he can protect the girl should

distressed that she might suffer some harm. If anything, he was pretty sure

learned about the dismal living conditions

of her stay there, she hasn't bothered to call me. Not even once! I think I should just let her be. Why

damn, for the three days of her absence, everybody around him could

he followed Carlos to the company offices, he took out his phone and secretly sent a message to the WeChat Group consisting of his colleagues. He wrote, "My dear fellows, attention please! A 'volcano' is on the verge of erupting! Anyone who doesn't want to die, please mind your steps and don't step on our CEO's

Carlos arrived at the company building, all the staff tried their best to stay away

few managers

open up and swallow him to save him from this demon. But he knew he had to finish reporting to his boss no matter how much he wanted to escape. "Mr...Mr. Huo, Mrs. Huo is having... a good time

"Mr. Huo... Mrs. Huo

Mr. Huo... Mrs. Huo is taking a walk

the third day, everyone in the meeting room held their breaths. They couldn't utter a

'Oh! The senior executives and managers of the ZL

Emmett rushed into the meeting room without even knocking

have a good mood? Then how about I send you to the remotest

gaze, Emmett mustered up his courage

cold voice came to a sudden stop when Emmett handed him a postcard.

landscape. There were words written on its back. "Carlos, this is my second day in the Southon Village. Have you come back from your business trip? I'm freezing to death but you haven't given me one single call. I

is just that this postcard is very beautiful so I sent it to you on a whim. Then again, I think I'd better write a few

I missed you, but why haven't you said anything back? Do you still love me? Fine, if your answer is no, then I'll stay in the Southon Village for the rest of my life. That way, you