C5 Old People

An Zhimo trembled in fright. When she turned around, she saw Huo Cheng looking at the shop assistant with an ice-cold gaze.

Huo Cheng's clothes were items that even she might not be able to afford with her decades of income. She immediately understood that she had kicked a steel plate and apologized, "Sorry, sir, I was wrong."

The man did not utter a word as he pointed towards An Zhimo beside him. "Apologize to her."

An Zhimo paused. Was he helping her vent her anger?

Without giving An Zhimo much time to think, the shop assistant hurriedly walked over and bowed.

"Miss, I hope you can forgive me. I shouldn't look down on people with my dog eyes." The shop assistant's attitude was somewhat humble.

The surrounding crowd's discussion made her feel a little awkward, so she quickly waved her hands, "I'm fine."

"Thank you, Miss. After the shop assistant said that, she quickly lowered her head.

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and hand over your new designs! " Huo Cheng lazily sat on the sofa. There was no emotion in his voice.

The clerk was surprised at first. Perhaps she had not expected Huo Cheng to be so generous, but she immediately nodded, "Please wait for a moment, I'll go now."

After the shop assistant had left, An Zhimo stole a few glances at the man beside her, then sat there silently. Under the light, her facial features were even more profound, her eyes were also covered in a thin layer of ice, and her lips were pursed with a strong sense of alienation.

She wasn't sure if the man in front of her was angry at what she had just said.

"Miss, this is our new model. Would you like to try it?" Before An Zhimo could understand what was going on, the clerk's voice rang out once more. She raised her head and looked over.

She saw that there were quite a few staff members following behind the shop assistant. The exquisite set of clothes in their hands seemed a little out of place in front of her.

An Zhimo's eyebrows twitched as she awkwardly stood up and took the clothes into the fitting room. When she had finished reading the labels one by one, she felt that something was amiss.

She still had a son to raise, so the money needed to buy these things was enough for her to spend for a long time. Furthermore, she had married Huo Cheng for money, so she couldn't possibly spend all her savings on some clothes.

Thinking up to here, An Zhimo walked out of the fitting room with the clothes in hand, handing them over to the shop assistant standing outside the door as she looked towards Huo Cheng.

The man narrowed his eyes and looked at her. Before he could say anything, a charming female voice was transmitted from outside.

"Boss Huo …"

An Zhi knitted her brows slightly as she turned her head and saw a woman in a short dress walking in through the door. A large part of her white skin was exposed from within the deep collar of the dress. A proper makeup was painted on her delicate cheeks.

His face instantly turned black.

Zheng Qingya?

Huo Cheng lowered his gaze to the woman before him and raised his eyebrows. "This lady here is …"

Zheng Qingya's face flashed a hint of awkwardness, but she quickly regained her composure, "Director Huo, I'm the advertising director of Zheng's company. We just met a few days ago. I gave you my card. "

Huo Cheng was still cold. "Really?"

With this, An Zhimo, who was standing off to the side, could no longer understand this man. Originally, Huo Cheng Chen didn't reject beauties at all. But now, when he met Zheng Qingya, who had pretty good looks and family background, why was she so abnormal?

"Is Director Huo here to buy clothes too? I also like this brand of clothes. "The person beside you is …"

For some reason, Zheng Qingya felt a sense of familiarity with the woman beside Huo Cheng.

Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, An Zhimu, who had never intended to raise her head, actually lowered it even more. Zheng Qingya could not recognize her at this critical juncture.

A terrifying thing came, but when he heard Zheng Qingya's question, Huo Cheng pulled her into his embrace and said in an ambiguous manner, "This is my wife."

The two women were stunned at the same time.

An Zhimo had not expected that a man would speak of their relationship so openly. After all, they had been secretly married for a long time. Other than the Huo family, no one else knew.

On the other hand, Zheng Qingya was more shocked as she had not heard the news of Huo Cheng's marriage. Could this person be him … Girlfriend?

She didn't think that a man who was running around making a scene would jump into the grave of his marriage so quickly.

Moreover, the familiarity of this woman was truly very strong. Zheng Qingya's eyes slightly narrowed, wanting to take a closer look. An Zhimo had already lowered her head.

With a slight frown and a slight smile, he said, "Then I won't disturb the two of you, Director Huo …" He turned around and walked to the side of Huo Cheng. He hooked his little finger, "I hope that Director Huo will still remember me the next time we meet."

"Of course, I'll remember Miss Zheng."

"Then I'll wait for Director Huo's call." Zheng Qingya laughed tenderly. She had confidence in herself, as long as it was the woman beside him. There was a tinge of rustic odor coming from her body. She didn't think that Huo Cheng liked this type of thing very much. The next time they met, the woman beside him could only be her.

Zheng Qingya had always been proud and arrogant. She only felt that those young talents were not worthy of her.

Until he met Huo Cheng during the royal ball.

A man had an extraordinary temperament and a rich family background. Especially those eyes as deep as the sea, everything fell upon her heart and took root.

However, she also knew that men like Huo Cheng Shen never lacked women. Therefore, she wasn't in a hurry to chase after him.

But she believed that this time, she always left a deep impression on him, right?

His mood suddenly became a lot better, and he inadvertently looked towards the direction of Huo Cheng.

However, in the next second, her smile froze.

"..."

On the other side, An Zhimo slowly let out a sigh of relief after Zheng Qingya had left. She was glad that Zheng Qingya probably hadn't recognized her.

"Wrap these clothes up." Huo Cheng's hands were still wrapped around An Zhimo's slender waist, as if he had forgotten about the little incident just now.

An Zhimo hurriedly stopped him, "I don't want to buy it. I don't think these items are suitable for me."

"Is there?" Huo Cheng lowered his head and smiled at the woman in his arms. "I think it's pretty good."

As she spoke, she reached out to take off her thick glasses. An Zhimo didn't have the time to react before a delicate and white face appeared right in front of his eyes. Her clear and clear eyes gazed pitifully at him, while her mind was in a complete mess.

All of this just happened to appear in Zheng Qingya's eyes who had inadvertently turned her head just now.

Huo Cheng was also slightly surprised. This seemed to be the first time he paid attention to her appearance, especially her eyes. He felt like he had seen them somewhere before.

An Zhimo immediately snatched the glasses from the man's hand and put them back, a little angry.

Huo Cheng came back to his senses and raised his eyebrows slightly. "You look quite pretty after taking off your glasses."

An Zhimo blinked in somewhat panic. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Zheng Qingya gritting her teeth and looking at her from outside the window.

It was over!

Zheng Qingya looked at her disdainfully with the middle finger and sneered.

Huo Cheng left behind the address for the servants to send the clothes to him, before leaving with An Zhimo, who was completely dumbstruck, in his arms.

After sending her back to their home, Huo Cheng seemed to be in a good mood. "Wifey, get off the car. We're here."

An Zhimo slowly unfastened her seatbelt and followed the man out of the car.

The man placed a shopping bag by the door. "I have a meeting at noon."

"Got it." An Zhimo hurriedly replied.

Huo Cheng deeply ruffled her hair, the man's car slowly drove out of the door, An Zhi Mo put everything into the cloakroom.

"Ding ding ding …" His phone rang again.

Sure enough, it was his mother, Zhang Yu.

She picked up the phone and calmly replied, "Foam, are you with Huo Cheng now?"

Hearing Zhang Yu's voice, An Zhimo slowly opened her mouth, "What? Zheng Qingya said it? "

Zhang Yu quickly replied softly, "Qingya cried really hard when she came back. Saliva, your sister isn't young anymore. This boyfriend of hers …"

"She's not my sister at all!" An Zhimo coldly replied, "My surname is An."