C7 Familiar Man

"Aren't you afraid of getting hurt when Zheng Qingya and Huo Cheng get together?" An Zhimo sneered, "Why does she think that Huo Cheng will be with her in the end?"

"You don't need to think about this. You should break up with Huo Cheng first. We'll talk about the rest." Zhang Yu thought that she had thought things through.

An Zhimo shot a cold glance at Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu, who was already in his late fifties, still had a curvy body and delicate skin, which was doted on by the heavens.

This was her mother, but she never cared about her happiness.

She had been divorced from her father more than a decade ago and had been left alone at her grandma's house. For the sake of the Zheng family, she had broken up with him. Even now, she was still trying to force her stepdaughter to break up with her husband.

Even if she and Huo Cheng were only working together, she wouldn't let Zheng Qingya succeed.

She sneered. "Then I will make it clear today that I will not break up with Huo Cheng. You can let Zheng Qingya and I compete fairly."

Seeing her daughter's cold attitude, Zhang Yu frowned. "An Zhimo, aren't you afraid that Qing Ya will tell Huo Cheng about Xiao Mo?"

An Zhimo froze for a moment before returning to normal.

If Huo Cheng were to find out about Xiao Mo's situation, they wouldn't have much to do with their divorce. They would have just lost a tree to raise money.

Zhang Yu saw An Zhimo's hesitation and hurriedly smiled, "That's enough, Mo Mo. Mom knows that you're a sensible child. Actually, it's the same whenever you guys break up. It's better to get out of this predicament as soon as possible." Otherwise, if things get out of hand, it will be bad for both you and Little Mo. "

Seeing that An Zhimo had not said anything, Zhang Yu started to give her another sweet date, "Lil 'Mo should have already gone to school this year. The cost of tuition fees is also not a small expense. With that little money of yours, you definitely won't be able to support Lil' Mo." "It just so happens that mom has some private money here …"

As he said this, he retrieved a paper bag from his backpack and stuffed it into An Zhimo's hands.

An Zhimo weighed the baby in her hand, suddenly recalling the scene when Zhang Yu had desperately prevented her from giving birth to Little Mo. After that, she didn't care about them anymore. The first money they made after four years was actually for the Zheng Family.

Zhang Yu saw An Zhimo holding the money and was very excited, "Ah, foam, your Uncle Zheng even asked you before. When you have time, come over to our place and take a look." And next week, on the day of your grandmother's death, go help your mother. "

Zhang Yu packed his stuff in satisfaction and left.

"Halt!" An Zhimo reached out her hand to stop Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu stopped in her tracks and looked back suspiciously.

"Take your money!" An Zhimo threw it in front of her. "We've long since lost our blood ties, so I don't know how to use all of your things!"

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Yu finally stuffed the money in her hands into her bag.

"Tell Zheng Qingya about the matter between me and Huo Cheng and I. I'll tell her myself."

In the end, Zhang Yu left unwillingly.

An Zhimo sat by her bedside in a daze as memories of the past few years began to replay themselves in her mind.

"Mommy." An Xiaomo was leaning on the door.

An Zhimo snapped out of her daze and waved at her precious son, "What's wrong?"

"Did that person just leave?"

Hearing An Xiaomo's address, An Zhimo suddenly felt better as she took the opportunity to educate the child. "An Xiaomo, you have to remember not to open the door for strangers, okay?"

"Yes."

"Good girl!" He held her in his arms and rubbed her soft little hair, "Alright, Mommy will accompany you to go out and buy things."

"Alright."

As she spoke, her short legs immediately jumped off the bed and returned to her room to change.

An Zhimo hurriedly stood up and walked to her son's bedroom. "Darling, do you want Mommy to help you change your clothes?"

An Xiaomo pulled her head out of the collar. "I know how to."

An Zhimo stood on the spot and watched him dress himself, proudly giving him a thumbs up. "Our Little Ink is awesome!"

"I would have worn it a year ago." An Xiaomo said haughtily, jumping under the bed and running out of the bedroom barefooted.

An Zhimo was somewhat sad for the child who had grown up on his own. She truly was not a good mother. She had missed out on many things during her child's growth.

"Darling, when will your school be free?"

An Zhimo insisted on carrying An Xiaomo into the shopping cart, pushing him around in search of her.

"Next month." The child said to Mommy with a worried look on his face.

"Alright." An Zhimo picked up An Xiaomo's favorite dumpling and put it into the shopping cart, "Mommy will find some time to go out with you and play, okay?"

"Then find some time to talk to me."

An Zhi was slightly taken aback. It seemed that she had indeed often made empty promises to her son.

His cell phone suddenly rang. "Hello?"

"Wife, it's me. Huo Xinyang has changed to the plane for tomorrow morning. I'll go home to pick you up tomorrow. Since there's a social gathering tonight, I won't go back."

"Alright." An Zhimo had already agreed to An Xiaomo's request. Now, she could truly fulfill her child's wish.

The man on the other end of the phone could hear her happiness. "Why do I feel like you're happy to know that I'm not coming home?"

"Nope." An Zhimo hurriedly tried to defend herself.

"…"

"Do you have anything else to say? "No, I'm hanging up." An Zhimo began to think about whether she should watch a movie with An Xiaomo or go to the video game city.

"Du, du, du …"

Huo Cheng hung up the phone.

An Zhimo rubbed her ears. What a bad-tempered uncle!

He spent the whole afternoon strolling around the streets with An Xiaomo, watching movies, eating supper, and even telling stories when he returned home at night. The two of them had a pleasant night.

"..."

The next morning, he had helped An Xiaomo prepare breakfast and even woke him up before leaving.

"Little Mo, Mommy has to go back to work now, I'll come look for you tonight when I'm free." "How about it?"

Little Mo answered dizzily, but she still knew to say, "Mommy, don't come. Remember to make a call."

An Zhi placed a kiss on the child's cheek and said, "Mommy knows."

After promising her child, An Zhixin took a taxi back to the old house. She did not really expect Huo Cheng to come and pick her up.

The moment he entered the door, he saw what the old lady was looking at. Today, she was also wearing a purple dress, and her entire person didn't seem like an old man that was already seventy or eighty years old.

"Grandmother, I'm back."

When the Old Granny heard An Zhimo's voice, she hurriedly waved at him. "Foam, you're here. Come and take a look at our Xinyang photo."

An Zhimo sat beside her, accompanying her in admiring the photos. "Our Xinyang has finally returned. Have you ever seen her boyfriend before?"

Huo Xinyang actually had a boyfriend?

After all, that young lady had always been a rather haughty person. It was difficult for her to imagine what kind of boy could be worthy of her.

"I heard that Xinyang's boyfriend is also her senior." As he spoke, he pointed to Huo Xinyang's boyfriend.

The Huo Xinyang in the photo had long hair, her small face was more exquisite than before, and the smile on her face also came from the bottom of her heart.

Beside her stood a tall man with delicate facial features …

An Zhimo was stunned. Rubbing her eyes, she looked at the photo in disbelief, only to see a man's pair of peach blossom eyes looking in her direction …

Old Madam Huo looked at An Zhimo's astonished expression and smiled proudly, "Foam, is Xinyang's son-in-law good-looking?"