C2 Divorce

Mrs Zhang was a part-time worker hired by An Zhimo to take care of An Xiaomo at a high price, cooking and cleaning up the house for the children every day. Although An Zhimo could not accompany An Xiaomo often, she hoped that he would live a better life.

An Zhimo looked at her son who loathed her, complaining pitifully, "Did Mommy do things that badly?"

"Sigh, being my son is really pitiful. With a mother like me who doesn't know anything, I'm always afraid every time I eat." When An Zhimo spoke of her feelings, she would even squeeze out a few tears.

An Xiaomo had no choice but to console the actress in front of her mother. She was back. This was probably her low ebb every month.

He climbed onto the table and hugged her. An Zhimo walked over unwillingly and buried her head in her son's arms.

Two small hands caressed her head, muttering, "My mommy is not a useless person, didn't you give birth to a clever and cute me?" The temperature of An Xiaomo's hands rose, and the eyes of the tiny person in front of her bulged.

After dinner, he let An Xiaomo take a bath and lay down on the bed.

"Finally able to sleep with our little darling again, do you want Mommy to tell you a story?" An Zhimo looked at her son expectantly.

"Mommy, I'll start school tomorrow. I need to go to bed early. Good night." With that, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

An Zhimo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, yet she still placed a kiss on her child's forehead.

He extended his slender white finger and gently traced the tip of the child's nose, observing his facial features.

On her chubby face, a pair of large watery eyes were exceptionally bright. The lashes rise up. Little Qiao's nose was also very cute. His lips were red and his teeth were white. At a glance, he looked like … Something like mixed blood?

As the child grew older, his facial features became more and more exquisite. His high IQ also completely showed that he was definitely not the inherited him.

She just didn't know if the man who had slept with her was handsome or not.

"Ding ling ling …"

The cellphone's ringtone suddenly rang in the quiet room, disrupting An Zhimo's train of thought.

As she quickly turned off the phone, she observed the sleeping child beside her.

Seeing that the other party could only roll over with a frown before falling asleep once more, Zhang Xuan heaved a sigh of relief.

"Hello, Mom." An Zhimo walked to the corridor, closed the door, and picked up the phone.

An Zhimo's voice was soft and sweet, and every time she intentionally acted coquettishly, it would make people sick.

Wang Hui, who was standing across from him, immediately laughed. "Foam, have you eaten yet?"

"Yes, I have. A'Sen and I are ready to go to bed." Even if An Zhimo lied, she would not blush at all.

"Stop protecting him." Wang Hui was both angry and distressed. "Today, I met Ah Sen shopping with a woman, and he even had a cuddle with me. How infuriating."

"That …" An Zhi Mo helplessly held her forehead. Although Wang Hui was already over a hundred years old, he was still a willful little girl. "Mom, don't be angry."

"What am I angry about?" Wang Hui sighed helplessly. "I just feel sorry for you." When you were getting married, I thought about this. Initially, I was a little selfish. "It also delayed your happiness."

An Zhimo frowned slightly, a bad premonition rising in her heart. "Mom, you mean …?"

"Foam." Wang Hui frowned, "Tonight, Mom will help you clean up this heartless Huo Cheng! "If not, then he will live a good life at home, if not you will divorce him and let him rob the grass outside his house for the rest of his life!"

"Hmm?" An Zhimo was shocked. There was actually such an operation?

will not... They're not going to get a divorce, are they?

No! No! The two of them definitely could not get a divorce!

"Yes."

If they did get divorced, where would she find another husband like the one in Hoacheng? With her taking over Madam Huo's position, he would be able to give her a huge sum of money every month, raising both her and An Xiaomo.

No! She can't get a divorce!

Thinking up to here, An Zhimo hurriedly got up.

At the Huo Mansion.

An Zhimo hurriedly got off the taxi. She had simple long sleeves and black pants, her face devoid of any makeup. Wearing thick glasses, she looked very dull at first glance. However, it was a dress that the elders liked.

However, when An Zhimo entered the room, she sensed the strange atmosphere within the house.

Before she could enter the living room, the old lady's voice called out, "Foam, you're here."

"Grandmother, I've come to see you." An Zhimo hurriedly changed her shoes and walked in, smiling towards the old lady on the sofa.

Old Mrs. Huo's hair was fully done, and she was still in high spirits. When she saw An Zhimo, she hurriedly waved towards her. "Come, come to Grandmother's side."

The moment An Zhimo sat down next to the old lady, her hands were clasped. The old lady sized up her precious grandson's wife, whom she had not seen for a week, her eyes narrowing into slits as she kept mumbling to herself, "Why haven't I come to visit grandma in such a long time? Has that brat, Ah Sen, given you a lot of work to do?" Grandma will help you teach him a lesson. "

An Zhimo smiled at the old lady and said, "It's none of Ah Shen's business, Grandma. I'll come visit you every day from now on."

She even wanted to clap her hands and applaud herself. She was both sensible and loved her husband. This Oscar's acting skills!

The old lady patted her hand in satisfaction, then thought about what her daughter-in-law said tonight, and her face immediately darkened. "Foam, Grandmother knows you're a good child, but your mother is right. You deserve to be a better man. We, Ah Shen, are truly too excessive. "

"Who's going too far?" A low, sexy voice suddenly came from the door.

An Zhimo turned to see her husband leaning sloppily against the wall of the hall, smiling as he looked at them.

Under the dim yellow light, the man wore a dark suit that accentuated his outstanding figure and bearing. Ling Jiao's clear facial features were handsome and delicate. The corner of her mouth curled up into an evil smile. She was truly a good-looking and charming man.

Noticing the amazement in An Zhimo's eyes, the smile in the man's eyes grew even wider. He was unbuttoning his suit jacket as he walked towards the living room. He rolled up the cuffs on both sides of his shirt, revealing his strong and strong arms. "Wife, why didn't you wait for your husband to come home?"

Upon hearing his intimate address, An Zhimu's face turned slightly hot as she turned her head to the side, regaining her composure.

"You little bastard! Where did you go tonight? " The old lady raised her crutch as if to rein in the city.

Huo Cheng hurriedly sat down beside An Zhimo and hugged her arm, dodging her. "Don't be angry, Grandma. I've worked hard all day today. Ask Mo Li if you don't believe me."

An Zhimo had received his signal, but she had not gone to work at all today, all right? He could only lower his head.

"Where did you go after work?"

How could the old lady not understand this grandson of hers? She had been popular with little girls since she was young, and when she grew up, she changed to a more diligent female companion. She had originally thought that after marriage, she would be able to settle down and finally be able to hug her grandson. However, despite having been married for such a long period of time, there was not the slightest movement from An Zhimo's stomach. How could she not be anxious?

Huo Cheng got up and sat on the other side. He put his arm around the old lady's shoulders and sighed emotionally, "Grandma, do you know? As soon as I entered the room, I wanted to ask you, why has your skin become so good after a few days? Her face is rosy and shiny. Is it because the skincare products that I asked them to send over last time especially useful? "

"Stop changing the topic." The old lady touched her cheek and looked at Huo Cheng with disdain.

"I'm telling the truth." The corners of Huo Cheng's eyes twitched. "Grandma, if you go out now, people will definitely think you're only 50 or 60 years old."

The old granny, who had been tensed up, could not help but laugh. She then pretended to look at Huo Cheng in displeasure, "You're so glib!"

Wang Hui, who had just walked out of the kitchen, said unhappily, "Mom, can you just let him coax us?"