C6 Disconnection

Zhang Yu said helplessly, "Then can you separate from Huo Cheng out of Mom's face? Don't fight over a boyfriend with your sister."

An Zhimo sneered, "It's as if you've forgotten. We've long since had nothing to do with each other."

Zhang Yu was slightly taken aback.

An Zhimo didn't want to waste any more time with her, so she directly hung up the phone.

Did Zheng Qingya really think that she became Huo Cheng's girlfriend after separating from Huo Cheng? You really overestimate yourself.

In order to make up for her mistake last night, An Zhimo had gone to the shopping mall to buy a mobile phone for An Xiaomo, and had also gone to school to ask for a leave of absence from her.

She had initially thought that Mrs Zhang would be cooking dinner at home, waiting for the two of them. However, upon seeing this ice-cold room in front of her, the scene of An Xiaomo alone at home during the weekend suddenly surfaced in her mind.

The tip of An Zhimo's nose turned sour as she hugged her son's chubby face and gave him a fierce kiss. "Why isn't Mrs Zhang here?"

An Xiaomo poked her head out of An Zhimo's embrace and said, "Mrs Zhang won't be here even at noon."

"Why?" An Zhimo was very dissatisfied. "Then what will our Little Mo eat?"

"Eat lunch at school. There's milk and biscuits in the fridge during the weekend. And yesterday's meal. "

Her little heart, how could she be so pitiful. As a mother, she was too unqualified!

"Has Mommy eaten?" An Xiaomo took the initiative to ask her.

It was only then that An Zhimo recovered from her self-blame, shaking her head. "No …"

"Oh …" An Xiaomei broke free from Mommy's embrace and ran to the kitchen to skillfully heat up the food in the fridge.

Seeing her son's skilled movements, An Zhimu felt a little sad, but also felt a little proud. She hurriedly took out a box from her backpack and waved it in front of his eyes. "Guess what this is?"

Little Mo pointed at the brightly colored characters of the cartoon characters, "It's really childish..."

"…" An Zhimo felt a little bit sad. She knew that her son did not like things that were too cute, which was why she had gone all out to buy this bear sized thing. She had not expected that she would still be spurned.

Despite her dislike for him, An Xiaomo still took the items over. She took out her child's phone, which was the size of a bear, and her child's fair cheeks. She was truly enchanting.

An Xiaomo was still busy fiddling with her phone when An Zhimo served the warm dishes onto the table.

After fiddling with his phone for a while, he also took An Zhimo's phone and added her to his contact list, QQ, and WeChat.

Looking at the comments on her phone, An Zhimo couldn't help but frown. If the Huo Family members saw her acting this way, it would be very difficult for her to explain herself.

"Son, can Mommy and you talk about something?" An Zhimo picked An Xiaomo up in her arms.

An Xiaomo stared at her with a frown.

"Mommy, can you turn your son into a darling, darling?" An Zhimo rubbed her child's face and hurriedly asked, "It can even be a super, super, invincible male deity?"

"On what basis?" The child's chubby face was filled with dissatisfaction.

An Zhimo felt a little guilty. "About that …" "Our baby is too handsome, so in Mommy's heart, you're my little god!"

An Xiaomo didn't say anything. She turned around and went into the kitchen. She climbed onto her seat and slowly opened her mouth. "Anything."

An Zhimo, "…"

Her baby seemed angry.

In order to appease the child's anger, An Zhimo tidied up the entire house from inside out after eating dinner.

Only then did he carefully enter the room. The child turned his head and glanced at the sneaky An Zhimo standing outside the door, then turned his head and ignored him.

An Zhimo hurried forward and covered the child with the blanket. "Is our Little Mo going to bed?"

An Xiaomo, "..."

Mommy turned her back on him and closed her eyes.

"Is Little Mo sleeping well? Would you like Mommy to tell you a story? " She flattered the child by lying down beside him.

Finally, An Xiaomo slowly turned around and warned, "You're not allowed to change!"

"Alright!" An Zhimo hurriedly agreed.

As long as An Xiaomo was not angry with her, wasn't that the note on her phone? If it doesn't change, then it doesn't change.

Only then did An Xiaomo turn around in satisfaction. "If you don't come here in the future, you'll have to tell me when you're halfway out!"

"Yes."

"There's not enough in the fridge. You need to go buy more."

"Yes."

"Cook for me tonight."

"En!"

The last question that An Zhimu had asked was an exceptionally straightforward one.

"..."

"Ding dong …"

The doorbell rang. Before An Zhimu could react, An Xiaomo, who was beside her, took the initiative to climb down from the bed.

He ran barefoot to the door and slowly opened it. He saw a middle-aged woman dressed in gorgeous attire.

"You must be Little Mo, do you still remember me?" I'm Grandma? " Zhang Yu gently whispered to Little Mo.

An Xiaomo shot her a glance before turning to enter.

Zhang Yu was disgusted by the child's cold personality. He had grown up quite well, but why did he look so much like An Zhimo? He was not the least bit pleasing to the eye.

She walked slowly into the small apartment, sighing.

"Little Mo, is your mommy home?"

"No!" An Xiaomo was lying on the sofa, holding her cellphone without even raising her head.

Zhang Yu was not happy to hear this. Not here? Then where did she go? Could he be dating Huo Cheng?

Just as she was about to leave, the bedroom door opened. An Zhimo walked out of the room with messy hair and asked unhappily, "What are you doing here?"

Zhang Yu was pleasantly surprised, "Aiyo, so you didn't go out. This is perfect. I'm here to talk to you about something. Let's go to my room."

As he spoke, he glanced at An Xiaomo.

An Zhimo ignored her and slowly opened her mouth. "We've long since broken off our relationship as mother and daughter. What are you still doing here?"

"Foam." Zhang Yu's eyes were slightly red as she held her hands tightly. "Look at you! You're working so hard right now and your face is already pale. Mom really loves you. How hard is it for a woman to bring a child with her …"

Before he could finish, he was dragged into the room.

An Xiaomo, who had just been sitting down to play with her cellphone, slowly raised her head and looked at the two people's room.

An Zhimo pushed Zhang Yu against the wall. "Zhang Yu, have you gone mad!?" Less nonsense in front of children?! "

Zhang Yu took a deep breath in pain, "Foam, don't blame Mom. Mom also felt sorry for you, so she was worried for you."

"Zhang Yu, put away that disgusting face." An Zhimo interrupted her performance. "Just tell me what you want!"

Zhang Yu sighed helplessly. "It's just a matter of Qingya." "Even if mother begs you, just return Huo Cheng back to Qing Ya, okay?"

An Zhimo sneered. "Zheng Qingya threatened you?"

"Qing Ya is not such a person."

"Then don't bother yourself with this matter and let her chase after you. If Huo Cheng agrees to stay with her, I'll leave right away. "

Zhang Yu hurriedly said, "Actually, even Qing Ya felt that Huo Cheng was not suitable for you. She was afraid that you would get injured."

An Zhimo taunted him in disdain.