C1 You Are so Rustic

Hong Kong, Hanhua Hotel.

In room 1202, An Zhimo entered the bathroom in a daze. After washing her face with cold water, she walked out of the room.

She wanted to go downstairs and leave, but she walked into the elevator and pressed the button for a long time.

He could only support himself against the wall and walk back shakily.

She only remembered that when she was brought here by Zhang Yu, she had already disappeared.

"Pa …" With a 'boom', all the lights in the corridor were extinguished.

It was pitch black in front of her, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Before she could do anything, the sound of flustered footsteps came from behind her. She subconsciously dodged to the side, but then she bumped into a hard wall of flesh.

A man's hot breath came from the side of his face. "So hot …"

As he spoke, he tightly embraced An Zhimo as if he had found a source.

"Save …" Her life was not yet out of her mouth before she was dragged into the next room.

"Who are you!?" "Just what are you trying to do? Let go of me …" An Zhimo's voice was soft and sticky, and her words sounded more like she was acting coquettishly.

The man ignored her. He only knew that her body felt extremely comfortable and he didn't want to let go of her. However, hugging her wasn't enough to satisfy his heart's need. His hands tugged at her clothes.

Since An Zhimo was drunk, she did not have the strength to resist at all. The intermittent cries for help from her mouth seemed to have turned into something that stimulated the men on her body.

The man frowned slightly, stuffing his loose tie into his chattering mouth.

"Be obedient, give me …" The man's voice was hoarse with emotion.

In the next second, her underpants were ripped to shreds.

At the same time, a man in a black suit was carefully looking for something in the corridor, "Hello? Master, Huo Chen suddenly disappeared from the hotel. Don't worry, we're still looking for him.

In the dark hallway, a man with a wretched face pushed open 1202's door, but found no one inside. He immediately took out his cell phone in anger. "Old Zheng!" What about the woman in the room? Do you still want to cooperate? "

Five years later in the northern villa.

An Zhimo was awoken by the sound of a bell ringing.

"An Zhimo, come to my room." A lazy, husky voice came over the phone.

"Alright …" After having a simple bath, she combed her hair into a low-grade ponytail that had no makeup on. Her face was still as white and delicate as ever as she casually picked up the black-framed eyes on the table and put them on. She appeared somewhat ordinary and unremarkable.

She was only 23 years old, the age when women love to be beautiful. Even at home, she was still wearing a black suit, a rustic outfit.

He walked to the door of Huo Cheng's room, took a deep breath, knocked on the door and walked in.

The man walked out of the bathroom, water droplets still on his bare upper body. With a slight frown, he looked at her and said, "An Zhimo, those clothes of yours are really rustic."

The man who spoke was her husband in name, the president of the Huo family, Huo Cheng Zhen.

The two had already been secretly married for more than two years. As for why this man was able to marry her, An Zhimo also felt that it was a fantasy.

He said he needed his wife, and she needed money, simple and straightforward, and they were together.

She did not care about Huo Cheng's words.

Only after he had put on his clothes and stood before her did she regain her senses.

It had to be said that Huo Cheng had a beautiful leather bag. His nose was high and his lips were red and white. His eyes were as deep as the sea. If he wasn't careful, he would fall into the whirlpool.

He stood in front of her, his shirt draped casually over his body. Not a single button was fastened, revealing a large portion of firm skin, while the abdominal muscles were neatly arranged.

The pants hung loosely on the sexy mermaid's line.

With a slight frown, An Zhimo stood on her tiptoes and fastened the buttons on his shirt one by one.

He looked at his tie, which was quite perfect, and looked quite pleased with himself.

The corner of Huo Cheng's mouth curled up, "Wifey, you can't be thinking of murdering your husband, right? I'm almost strangled to death. "

A moment later, he reached out to help him tidy up, and then he grabbed her hand.

"Ai, is it uncomfortable for your hand to be so cold? I'll help you ask for a leave of absence later." He squeezed his small, soft, boneless hand with his warm palm and smiled evilly.

An Zhimo suppressed the urge to fling herself away and leave, "Director Huo, I still have a lot of things to do. Can I go out first?"

"I've applied for leave." The movements of Huo Cheng's hands didn't stop.

"Thank you, but I still have a lot of things to take care of at home." An Zhimo looked helplessly at the man.

"In that case, I won't be going home tonight." A look of displeasure appeared on Huo Cheng's face. It was likely that he had never seen such an unromantic woman.

"Alright, I understand." She gave him a perfunctory reply before turning around and leaving.

Since he had already helped her request a leave of absence, there was naturally no reason for her not to enjoy it.

After breakfast, he went straight to the South Bay sector.

"Crack …" The door opened.

An Xiaomo cast a lazy glance at the door, and upon seeing that it was An Zhimo, she immediately scrambled to run towards the door.

"Wow, did our Little Mo not go to school today?"

"This weekend, Mommy." An Xiaomo wrapped her arms around Mommy's neck and kissed her.

"Mommy, you haven't been here in a long time." An Xiaomo complained pitifully, "I missed you so much."

Her bright eyes were filled with bitterness.

"Mommy, aren't you here? Mommy will cook something good for Little Mo today, okay? " An Xiaomo made An Zhimo feel a little guilty.

"Not good." An Xiaomo was still hiding a candy in her mouth as she mumbled, "Mommy, where's daddy?"

An Zhi was slightly taken aback.

Thinking back to that night five years ago, when she was unintentionally pregnant and had a child of a strange man, due to physical reasons, she was not able to beat him.

After the child was born, he was worried that he might have a shadow, so he had to tell a white lie.

Therefore, he took out the photo of him and Huo Cheng's wedding and told An Xiaomo that this was his father. But Dad was busy making money to support his family, so he couldn't come to see him or take care of him.

Fortunately, Little Mo was very obedient. He would believe anything An Zhimo said.

"Daddy has a social gathering today, so Mommy can sleep with you tonight." An Zhimo lied, her face not completely red.

"Really?" The child was excited.

"Yes!" She held the baby's small face and kissed it gently.

An Xiaomo wiped her cheeks in disgust. "Mommy, I'm already more than four years old. You can't do this again!"

Humph! In the end, An Zhimu had still savagely taken a bite of his smooth and delicate face before she slowly rose to her feet.

"What do you want to eat? Mommy will show you what she can do. " An Zhimo rolled up her sleeves, preparing to give her son a compensation.

An Xiaomo pouted, "Mommy, let's just let Mama Zhang cook. I don't want to sleep on the streets with Mommy later."