My Waste Husband

Chapter 177

While Henry was wondering, he saw Sylvia coming out of the elevator. Ladies were always so dazzling whenever they appeared. Now when he saw Sylvia, Henry unconsciously showed a smile on his face.

At the same time, the young man sitting on the sofa also stood up, straightened the buttons of his suit in front of him, and then strode toward Sylvia.

"It's been a while, Sylvia. You're still so beautiful." The young man's voice was very loud and magnetic, making people feel comfortable.

"Sam Nan, why are you here?" Sylvia looked surprised.

"It's holiday time. I just came back today, so I want to see you." Sam did not hide his love at all.

Behind Sam, there was a young man, who looked about the same age as Sam and was also in his twenties. He shouted, "Miss Lin since you left last time, our capital Nan has been missing you every day. I have secretly seen for several times that he giggled at your photos. I think you two should be together so our captain Nan won't be thinking too much every day."

"Chan, what are you talking about?" Sam gave the young man behind him a reproachful look.

The young man called Chan quickly covered his mouth with a smile in his eyes.

Sam looked at Sylvia again and said, "Sylvia, if you don't mind I would like to ask you out for a dinner, I heard Milan has returned. We haven't had dinner together for a long time."

"Sorry, she doesn’t have time tonight." A sudden voice interrupted Sam’s word. Henry walked over with a gloomy face. "We have something to do tonight."

"And you are?" Sam asked Henry doubtfully.

"Let me introduce myself. Henry Zhang, I'm Sylvia's husband." Henry walked to Sylvia's side and specifically emphasized, "The real one with the marriage certificate."

Sam's handsome face was slightly stunned. He looked at Sylvia with an incredible look in his eyes. "Sylvia, are you married?"

Sylvia nodded with an embarrassed look on her face. "Yes, but no one has been informed."

"Miss Lin, why are you married?" Chan's face was full of anger. He looked at Henry with anger in his eyes. "How can this person compare with our captain of Southern Squad?"

Sam was wearing a decent suit. He was tall and handsome, and the Rolex watch on his hand represented his wealthy figure. The whole figure was like walking in the model show.

Compared with Sam, Henry’s suit was casual. He had just finished the surgery with lots of sweat. His hair was stuck together, which made him look a bit untidy. The coriander and whole chicken in his hand looked like a househusband.

There was a huge difference between the two in terms of appearance.

Hearing Chan's words, Henry immediately became unhappy. He held his head high and said, "Boy, be careful when you talk, or don't blame me for beating you up!"

"Beat me?" Chan smiled disdainfully and clenched his fists. "Well, come and try it on. Let us see who will be beaten!"

"Chan, enough!" Sam turned back and glared at Chan with an unhappy look. Then he reached out his hand to Henry and said, "Mr. Zhang, nice to meet you. I am Sam. I grew up with Sylvia, so I'm a childhood sweetheart kinda."

"Oh." Henry rolled his eyes and ignored Sam's outstretched hand. "Sorry, Sam, my hands are full."

"Henry!" Sylvia looked at Henry with blame, and then smiled apologetically at Sam. "I'm sorry, Henry is just like this. He is a little out of the ordinary. Don't take it to heart."

"It's okay." Sam didn't care and took back his hand. "Mr. Zhang is a real man and he happened to be here today. Why don't I invite you for dinner? Let's have dinner together."

Sylvia smiled and said, "I'll be the host. It is your first day back. Take it as a welcome meal." Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"No, we don't have time to eat today," Henry said again.

Standing behind Sam, Chan couldn't help saying again, "Hey, don't be so shameless. Our captain asked you to join because of Miss Lin. Don't go too far!"

"I said we don't have time. Go and ask your wife out. Get out!" Henry waved his hand impatiently.

"You!" Chan's face showed anger. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Sam.

Sam smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, you can't be stingy as a man. We have been friends for so many years and we haven't seen each other for so long. It is just a meal. You won't feel worried about Sylvia, will you?"

"Captain Nan, this guy is not worried about Miss Lin, but he doesn't have confidence in himself. Look at him. He is dressed in cheap clothes, and his hair is messy like a chicken coop. What the h*ll is he doing? Bah!" Chan said disdainfully.

"Sam, we do have something to do today. Why don't we meet another day?" Sylvia suddenly said.

"Okay, then we'll meet another day." Sam saw that Sylvia had said so, so he didn't insist. "I will stay here for a while, call me at any time."

"Okay." Sylvia nodded.

"Then we should go. We'll see you another day." Sam waved to Sylvia, tidied up his clothes, and strode out of the gate of the Lins Group.

Chan glared at Henry and made a throat-tearing gesture to Henry. Then he followed Sam and went out.

After Sam and Chan left, Sylvia looked at Henry and frowned. "Are you going too far? Sam and I are just ordinary friends. It's not a big deal to have a meal together."

"We really don't have time. Go home with me to make the soup, and then we will go visit Milan." Henry also strode towards the gate of the Lins Group and came to the parking lot.

Sylvia chased him to the parking lot. While opening the car door, she asked doubtfully, "Go to visit Milan?"

"Mmm." Henry nodded. "Milan had heart surgery and she is in the hospital now. I need to make some soup for her."

"Heart surgery!" Sylvia's pretty face suddenly changed when she heard that. "What heart surgery? Why didn't she tell me?"

"A heart tumor. She didn't tell you because she was afraid that you would worry about it. It was an extremely complicated surgery so President Ma called me, otherwise, I wouldn't have known about it." Henry explained.

Sylvia got into the car and asked with a worried face, "How is she now?"

"She's all right. I did the surgery. The tumor has been removed. She is now very weak. After the wound gets healed in a few days, she will be able to get out of bed."

After hearing Henry's words, Sylvia let out a sigh of relief and no longer blamed Henry. Compared with having dinner with Sam, Milan was more important.

On the way, at a traffic light, Sylvia stopped the car and turned to look at Henry. "Hmm... I and Sam have nothing going on."