C4 A Stingy Man

Their room was still the same wedding room from a few years ago. When An Zhimo had stayed there for two days, Huo Cheng had moved out with the excuse that 'husband and wife need private space'.

At that time, Old Man Huo really wanted to hug his great-grandson and agree to their marriage. He was also very decisive.

However, the old man probably hadn't thought of this until his child passed away.

Thinking up to this point, An Zhimo felt a burst of guilt.

Her marriage with Huo Cheng was originally a deal, and since their marriage, it had concealed the fact that she had a son.

Huo Cheng asked the woman who had been in a daze all night, "Do you want to wash first or do you want me to do it first?"

Only then did An Zhimo recover her wits. "You go first, I still need to clean up my room."

Huo Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly and walked towards the bathroom with his pajamas in hand.

Tens of minutes later, he slowly walked out of the bathroom. He still had some steam on him and was wiping his hair with a towel. "Go, wife."

Without even looking at the half-naked man beside her, An Zhimo hurriedly carried her clothes into the bathroom.

The clear fragrance of a man's body still lingered in the air. An Zhimo wrinkled her nose and took a simple shower.

After drying her body, she took out the clothes prepared by her mother-in-law, thin and transparent material. An Zhimo finally understood why she had brought the two of them here so late at night.

It was absolutely impossible for her to wear this. After a long period of hesitation, she wore her long sleeves and pants back on.

When he walked out of the bathroom, he saw Huo Cheng deep asleep on the sofa. He picked up a blanket and covered him up, then turned off the wall light. Then, Huo Cheng quietly lied down on the bed.

When she opened her eyes again, she was alone in the room.

He quickly got up, washed and changed before heading downstairs to the kitchen.

Although she didn't know how to cook, she had to be diligent in front of her parents.

When Wang Hui came downstairs, he saw An Zhimo helping out in the kitchen. A smile blossomed on her face, "Foam, why are you up so early? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"Ah Chen is going to run in the morning. Since he has nothing to do, I will go downstairs to see if there's anything I can help with." An Zhimo glanced at Wang Hui and did not stop.

"Alright, alright." Wang Hui pulled her out of the kitchen and said, "Leave the kitchen to Aunt Wang. Come out and chat with Mom."

"Yes." He dutifully washed his hands and left the kitchen.

"Why aren't you wearing the clothes Mom bought you? "It doesn't fit in?" Wang Hui couldn't help but ask as he looked at An Zhimo, who was still dressed as she had been the night before.

An Zhimo had indeed tried out the clothes Wang Hui had prepared that morning. They had missed the chest and were indeed not suitable for her.

"My clothes are a bit loose, but I might have to look smaller." An Zhimo lowered her head.

"Look, he even said he wanted to lose weight." Wang Hui pretended to be angry.

"Mom, I will eat more to strengthen myself." An Zhimo tried to curry favor with him.

"It's fine. Xinyang and the others will only come in the evening anyway. I'll accompany you to buy them in a while." A low, sexy voice came over. Turning his head around, he saw Huo Cheng leaning against the hallway.

It had to be said that Huo Cheng was truly a fashionable man.

Wang Hui was very satisfied with his son's reply, while An Zhimo also secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"..."

After the family had eaten breakfast, An Zhimo found an opportunity to return to her room.

An Xiaomo's biological clock was always accurate. She would get up early, and by then, she would already be preparing for school.

The call connected. Sure enough, his son was already sitting on the school bus.

"Hello." An Zhimo tried to curry some favor with him.

"What?" The child yawned lazily.

"Son, I'm sorry. Mommy really left last night because she had something to take care of." An Zhimo said in a wronged manner.

"I know." The child was dispirited and listless.

"Is the baby sleepy? Didn't you fall asleep around 9 PM? " An Zhimo frowned. Before leaving, she had specially checked to make sure that he was sleeping before leaving in peace.

"When I found out that you weren't here tonight, I was prepared to wait for you, but I didn't fall asleep." Little Mo complained to her mother in a childish voice. The grief in her voice was obvious.

"I'm sorry baby, Mommy..." I really have something to take care of, so I didn't have the time to tell you. " An Zhimo felt a little sad. "Mom will pick you up from school tonight, okay?"

"It's a deal!" "Remember to come!" Upon hearing Mommy's promise, An Xiaomo regained her cold demeanor.

An Zhimo couldn't help but feel helpless at how fast her son was changing the topic. "Alright, Mommy will definitely be here tonight."

Just as An Zhimo descended the stairs, Huo Cheng was already standing at the entrance. "Alright, Grandma, I'm taking foam to buy clothes."

The old lady was very dissatisfied when she heard this. "Why did you leave just like that?"

"We'll be back tonight." An Zhimo hurriedly coaxed him, "Don't be in such a hurry."

Huo Jianguo happened to be angry when he saw the two of them leaving downstairs, "Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Is the company unable to start again without the two of you?"

Huo Cheng shrugged his shoulders, "It really can't be started!"

An Zhimo, "…"

Ten minutes later.

When An Zhimo sat in the car and thought of the dubious smiles of her family, goosebumps rose all over her body. Ye Zichen frowned and complained, "Can't you act a bit more naturally in the future?"

Huo Cheng drove the car out of the house and glanced at her. "Isn't this all about showing my love for you? Why are you still looking down on me? "

An Zhimo frowned in disgust.

"Do you want to stay at home?" Huo Cheng opened his mouth leisurely.

An Zhi was slightly taken aback as she pretended to look out the window.

After a long while, he slowly said to the man beside him, "Please leave me at the intersection."

"For what?"

"Go buy some clothes," An Zhimo said coolly.

"Alright." Huo Cheng smirked as he drove the car to a nearby shopping mall.

When An Zhimo got off the car, she found that the man was still following her.

"I've already promised Mom that I will accompany you, how would I go back on my word?" Huo Cheng hugged her and smiled, looking like a good husband.

The two of them had been together for such a long time, but this was the first time that An Zhimo had seen him so attentive.

He quietly struggled out of his arms, "Director Huo is still the one who deals with the company's matters first, so you don't have to waste your time accompanying me."

The man folded his arms across his chest, and a thin layer of ice covered his smiling face as he coldly snorted, "Director Huo?"

The unfathomable expression on the man's face caused An Zhimo to be stunned for a moment. Then, she immediately gave in and opened her mouth, wanting to explain, "…"

Huo Cheng turned around and walked towards the elevator.

An Zhimo sighed helplessly and could only obediently follow along.

Originally, she wanted to buy some clothes and food for Little Mo. Considering that there was one more person by her side, she had no choice but to follow the man up to the seventh floor.

The moment he got out of the elevator, Huo Cheng's phone rang non-stop.

Hearing that it seemed like a company matter, An Zhimo did not have the luxury of staying by the side and eavesdropping. She turned and entered the shop.

A clerk at the door, who had initially thought that there was business here, hurriedly went up to welcome him. However, when she saw An Zhimo, she was clearly displeased. "Miss, we can't randomly try out our clothes here."

The clothes and shoes that An Zhimu wore were all ordinary goods of equal value, and there was no makeup on her face at all. Only her glasses remained, making her look as though they were made of dirt. At a glance, he didn't seem to be on par with the rich.

A moment later, she retracted her right hand in embarrassment, anger erupting from her heart. Did it have to be so realistic, even if she really couldn't afford it?

"What did you say?" A familiar voice rang out from behind An Zhimo.