C3 Want a Child

The old lady's smile immediately froze as she hurriedly slapped away the arm her grandson had placed on her shoulder. "Go, go, stay away from me."

Huo Cheng was forced to the edge of the sofa. He twitched his mouth slightly and picked up the lighter on the table.

As soon as he picked it up, Wang Hui snatched it away, "You're still smoking! You came home to let us smoke secondhand cigarettes? "

Wang Hui looked at the couple condescendingly with his arms crossed in front of his chest as he questioned them, "Since both of you are here, let's get down to business." Ah Shen, do you think this marriage will continue? "

"When did I say we wouldn't continue?" Huo Cheng leaned back on the sofa and said casually.

Wang Hui stared at his son, trying to see through his sincere words. "Then you and those women outside will be broken."

"Mom, those women are for the job." Huo Cheng slightly raised his eyebrows.

"Who are you lying to?" Wang Hui did not listen to him. "He just started his company and needs as many social contacts as you do. How come I haven't seen so many women around him?"

Huo Cheng smiled and quickly explained, "Mom, everyone's style is different. Lu Zhihao's style is to negotiate properly, but your son is the complete opposite."

"You stinking brat …" Wang Hui was infuriated, and he poked him on the forehead a few times.

"Alright Mom, don't be angry." Huo Cheng immediately hugged Wang Hui, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowing. "It's easy to get old if you get angry. I haven't even eaten dinner when I accompanied Tianhao and the others out."

"Really?" When the old lady heard this, she hurriedly called her servant over to have a midnight snack for Huo Cheng.

An Zhimo silently sat to the side and watched Huo Cheng fool the matter of the divorce with a few words. She secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

The old lady and Wang Hui were having a meal together in the dining hall with Huo Cheng. An Zhi Mo took out her phone and quickly checked her family's Xiao Mo's safety.

It was already past ten o'clock. He wondered if that little fellow had noticed him leaving.

"Foam."

The old lady suddenly let out a sudden cry, almost causing An Zhimo to throw her phone onto the ground.

She quickly put away her phone and walked towards the dining room with a smile on her face. "Grandma."

"Are you hungry? Would you like Grandmother to do something for you? "

The Old Granny's heart ached for An Zhimo's little arm and leg, and she hurriedly pulled her to the table.

An Zhimo hurriedly refused, "Grandmother, I've already eaten. Eating too much tonight makes it easier for me to get fat."

"This skinny arm, what's so fat about it?" The old lady frowned and disagreed.

However, Huo Cheng stood up and walked around the table to her side. He grabbed her slim waist and placed his hand on her lower abdomen.

As they got too close to each other, the man's cool scent carried a hint of tobacco. The strong hormones caused An Zhimo's ears to turn slightly red, and she couldn't help but stop breathing.

That well-shaped, exquisite face came close to her eyes, and her deep eyes were filled with love. She whispered, "I like my wife to be like this, with her slim waist and perky buttocks, as well as her clothes and flesh."

An Zhimo lightly bit her lower lip, her face still calm. However, her heart had already started beating incessantly against her chest.

Upon hearing these words, the old lady felt that there must be something going on between the two of them. It was not in vain that they brought the two of them back today.

"It's already so late today, so you two don't need to go back. Stay here and have a good rest. Xin Yang will be back tomorrow. It just so happens that everyone can gather together."

Zhang was Huo Cheng's only sister. Many years ago, she went abroad to study. Who would have thought that she would come back now?

An Zhi frowned slightly, but the man beside her had already replied with a smile, "Sure."

"..."

Late at night, the old lady had already gone upstairs to rest.

Seeing the carefree look on the man's face as he drank the soup, she felt as though she was sitting on pins and needles.

After all, there was only Little Mo in the family, so she was a little worried …

"BOOM!" The door was pushed open from the outside.

Shocked by the voice, An Zhimo turned around and saw Huo Cheng's father, Huo Jianguo, walking in with Yao Yao. His entire body was reeking of alcohol.

"Dad …" An Zhimo hurriedly stood up to greet him.

Huo Jianguo glanced at her coldly, rubbed his forehead and walked upstairs.

An Zhimo stood on the spot, a little awkward. Aunt Wang, who was beside her, hurriedly said, "Young Madam, Mister doesn't care about others unless he's drunk. Don't mind him too much."

An Zhimo smiled faintly. "I know."

Huo Jianguo didn't like her. He had deeply felt this from the first day she had married into this world.

Huo Jianguo staggered upstairs and saw his wife sneaking out of his son's room.

"What did you go to your son's room for?"

Wang Hui went over to his husband and held his arm. "How come you drank so much again?"

"What are you doing in their room?" Huo Jianguo ignored Wang Hui and asked again.

Wang Hui snickered, "Since Foam and the rest are not leaving today, I have prepared a sexy nightgown for her. Don't look at me! Don't you want a grandson? "

"This mother-in-law of yours is quite meticulous." Huo Jianguo said unhappily, "But I'm afraid that they don't appreciate it. Otherwise, why would they come here so often every month? I think only my parents believed the words of that old monk. It's been two or three years, and not only did my grandson not see it, my son also ran away. "

"Be quiet!" Wang Hui grabbed his arm to calm him down.

Huo Jianguo deliberately acted stubborn when he was drunk, and his voice became louder, "Why do you want me to lower my voice? "From the looks of their current state, it would be better for them to just divorce each other …"

The door was slammed shut, and the man's complaints were stopped in his tracks.

An Zhimo stood on the corridor for a long time, carrying the sobering soup in her hands. Then, after a long moment of confusion, she finally went downstairs.

"..."

If Huo Cheng didn't want to go upstairs, An Zhimo could only resign herself to her fate and wait by the side. She turned around and took out her cell phone. In the video, Little Mo was sleeping soundly, and the way she looked at the chubby face of the child made her smile.

Afraid that it was not safe for Little Mo to live on his own, An Zhimo had set up surveillance at where An Xiaomo lived from the very beginning. Her purpose was to keep track of his movements and movements at all times.

"Wife …" The man's low, hoarse voice rang out from behind her. She shook her phone and dropped it to the ground.

Huo Cheng noticed her excitement and frowned, displeased. "Did you do something bad behind my back?"

Was he that scary?

An Zhimo hurriedly picked up the phone on the floor and turned it off. Calmly, she asked, "Have you finished eating?"

Huo Cheng's face darkened as he stared into her eyes, his beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowing dangerously.

An Zhimo had to admit that even though Huo Cheng was always sloppy, she still panicked when she became serious.

Ye Zichen quickly lowered his head and didn't look at him.

A man's chuckle sounded from above his head. "Alright, let's go back to our room."

He took her hand and went upstairs.

An Zhimo glanced at the two of them holding hands, and felt somewhat puzzled. Why was this guy holding hands with her?

They had just reached the stairs when they saw Wang Hui coming down.

Satisfied, Wang Hui said, "It's so late. You two should get some rest."

Huo Cheng slightly raised his brows. "Mom, why are you smiling so happily?"

The corner of Wang Hui's mouth turned stiff as he glared at him. He turned around and smiled dubiously at An Zhimo, "Foam, Mom helped you prepare your pajamas and clothes for tomorrow. Remember to get them from the wardrobe. If it's not appropriate, I'll tell Mom tomorrow. "

"Thank you, Mom." An Zhimo was slightly taken aback, somewhat overwhelmed by the unexpected favor.

"What's the point of being polite with your mother." Wang Hui pushed the two of them upstairs. "Go back to your room quickly. Go and rest, then."

Huo Cheng looked at his mother's excited back as she left. He lowered his head to look at the two's tightly clenched hands and jokingly said, "Wifey, come upstairs to rest."

Puzzled by Wang Hui's enthusiasm, An Zhimo did not move an inch.

Huo Cheng curled his lips to indicate that they were still holding hands. An Zhimo paused for a moment, then hurriedly shook her hand away and ran upstairs with a "deng deng deng."

Huo Cheng smiled slightly and followed him.