C16 You Are My Wife

"What?" An Zhimo could only feel the blood flowing backwards all over her body as her mind turned blank.

When An Zhimo had left with Huo Cheng, she had completely ignored the astonishment of the others. After all, she no longer cared about them.

When they arrived at the hospital, the servants were standing outside in the corridor.

A few doctors were standing in the ward. When Wang Hui saw Huo Cheng, he held his son choked with sobs. "Ah Sen, you finally came."

"Mom, is Grandma okay?" An Zhimo suppressed her sadness.

"Foam …" The old lady's voice was weak as she shakily raised her hand to greet her.

"Grandmother." An Zhimo hurriedly ran over, clasped her hands tightly, and gazed at her face, which was full of the vicissitudes of life. She couldn't stop her tears from welling up.

"Don't cry, child. Grandma has lived for more than eighty years. She's satisfied."

Wang Hui, "..."

Huo Cheng walked over to the doctor and asked about his grandma's condition.

The doctor said soothingly, "The old lady's back was broken by the fall of her spine. The situation is a little tricky, so all we can do now is let her rest in bed. but we're still going to be very active in therapy to get old people back to health as soon as possible … "

"Ah Shen …" The old lady called Huo Cheng back.

He had to go to his grandmother's bedside.

Old Madam Huo grabbed Huo Cheng's hand, making the two of them hold hands. She reminded him, "The biggest regret in my life is not seeing my little great-grandson. "If I saw your child with my own eyes, I would …"

"Grandmother! "Don't spout nonsense …" The tip of An Zhimo's nose turned astringent, while her tears flowed profusely. Old Madam Huo's weak appearance reminded her of her grandmother's death.

Huo Cheng frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. He stared at Old Granny Huo, who was lying on the sickbed.

Looking at An Zhimo's sorrowful expression, Wang Hui quickly advised, "That's enough, Mo Mo. Grandmother will definitely be fine …"

An Zhimo tried to suppress her emotions, but in her mind, the old lady was treating her well. The usually lively and cheerful old lady was now lying down and suffering …

Wang Hui grabbed his son's arm and said, "What are you standing there for? Your wife is crying, yet you don't know how to comfort her?"

Huo Cheng raised his hand and wrapped it around her neck before rubbing the top of her head. "Alright, be good. Don't cry …"

An Zhimo, "…"

When Huo Cheng left with An Zhimo in his arms, Old Madam Huo hurriedly sat up from her sickbed.

"Ah, I'm so tired."

Wang Hui quickly went to support his mother-in-law, massaging her back and mumbled, "Mom, your acting is a little over the top. The foam is crying like that. "

Old Madam Huo frowned, "Blame me? It's still not your son. He had never been a carefree person since he was young. If they didn't teach him a lesson, how could they make him behave? "The family clearly has a lovely wife, but they still have to go outside …"

Wang Hui knew that she was angry because of today's gossip and sighed.

Old Madam Huo turned to her daughter-in-law and smiled. "But look at the foam, you really do feel sorry for me. I'm not like that stinking brat Huo Cheng. I'm not sad at all …"

Wang Hui, "..."

Huo Cheng brought An Zhimo out of the hospital. Seeing that the other party was still wailing, he consoled her, "Alright, don't cry anymore. Grandmother will be fine."

An Zhimo didn't say anything as she shook her head.

He walked into the room dejectedly, not in the mood to mention the divorce.

"Let's take a shower and rest for a while."

Looking at Huo Cheng's deeply concerned gaze, An Zhimu felt a burst of panic in her heart. She answered in a perfunctory manner and then went upstairs.

Huo Cheng looked at her miserable figure and smiled.

Sitting alone in the living room, he suddenly thought of something and took his car keys and ran out of the room.

As soon as An Zhimo finished changing her clothes, she heard the sound of the car of the man downstairs starting up. When she walked to the bedside, she saw the car slowly driving away.

His phone rang in the room. "What happened to Mrs Zhang?"

"Miss An, something happened at our house. We might have to return home in the afternoon. Little Mo …"

"I know, I'll be there in a moment."

"Alright."

After changing his clothes, he took the formal attire and headed straight for Little Mo.

When she entered the room, she saw the child sitting on the sofa, engrossed in the news gossip on the television.

An Zhimo walked up to her son with a smile, kissing his little face as she giggled, "What is our Little Mo looking at?" "Mom will watch it with you …"

An Xiaomo, "..."

"Last night, the President of the Huo Clan, Huo Cheng, met the Zheng Family's daughter in the dead of night. The two of them spent the night during the Spring Festival Gala and didn't return …"

Hearing Huo Cheng's deep voice on the television, An Zhimo turned her head in disbelief and angrily turned off the video, "An Xiaomo, who told you to watch this!?"

An Xiaomo stared innocently at her. "Myself."

"What are you looking at this for?" An Zhi frowned. "How old are you?"

An Xiaomo's face was wrinkled into a bun. "This has nothing to do with my age."

An Zhimo, "…"

Although she knew that the current child was very precocious, he was still a four year old child after all. It was still too early to look at these things …

An Xiaomo looked at An Zhimo and said seriously, "So my father was that kind of person, that's why Mommy didn't let me go see him." Right? "

"Hmm?"

An Xiaomo sighed, patting her mother's back with her arms, comforting her, "Mommy, it's alright. Daddy is such a person, we won't want him anymore. Little Mo will take care of you. "

An Zhimo was deeply moved by her son's understanding as she embraced his soft, little body.

However, she soon realized that An Xiaomo was trying to find out more about the matters in Huo Cheng behind her back. In fact, he even managed to find such news.

She looked down at the child in her arms. "Little Mo, if mom and dad divorced, would you accept?"

An Xiaomo nodded. "Yes."

"En..." "Why?"

"Once you get a divorce, you can move here. You won't have to accompany Little Mo." An Xiaomo smiled.

An Zhi Mo gently ruffled her son's hair; he really was a child.

As she coaxed Ink to sleep, her cell phone rang again.

She glanced at "Boss Blossom Heart" on the screen, got up and walked out of the bedroom.

Looking at the departing figure of An Zhimo, An Xiaomo furrowed her brows slightly. It must be that father of that philanderer, Big Radish.

Of course, it was indeed Huo Cheng. When he returned home again, he found that An Zhimo had already left the house.

"Where are you?" Huo Cheng asked.

"I'm in a bad mood, come out to relax with Xiao Xi." An Zhimo's voice was low, hoarse, and filled with sadness.

Huo Chengming hurriedly tried to coax her, "Alright, my wife, we won't be sad anymore. Grandmother will definitely be fine."

"Alright, I understand."

"Then I'll pick you up in a while."

"No need, I'll go back by myself later." An Zhimo hurriedly refused.

"Fine."

Huo Cheng didn't force her, but just hung up the phone.

Looking at the phone in her hand, An Zhimo decided that it would be better to wait for the old lady to recover slightly before deciding on a divorce. After all, the old man had treated her so well, yet he had caused her trouble at this time.

She gripped her phone tightly. She didn't know if the Zheng Family would recognize her during the banquet tonight …

In the evening, the moment Mrs Zhang arrived, An Zhimo left the house to discuss the divorce with Huo Cheng.

An Zhimo carried her dress in her arms and entered the room once more. She did not see Huo Cheng's figure in the living room.

She carried her dress bag upstairs. Luckily, she didn't meet Huo Cheng. Otherwise, she really wouldn't be able to explain why she was wearing a dress when she was shopping.

"Dong Dong Dong", someone knocked on the door.

When she opened the door, the man was standing in the doorway, smiling at her. He had already changed his clothes.

Dressed in a tailored suit and tie with her, she was rid of her usual evil aura and exuded a cold and refined aura.

With a single glance, An Zhi Mo could not help but be slightly taken aback.

Huo Cheng seemed to be very pleased with her reaction. He smiled slightly and asked, "Did you see that?"

An Zhimo snapped out of her daze, ignoring her teasing.

"Why are you wearing glasses?" Huo Cheng frowned as he looked at her thick glasses.

An Zhimo hurriedly covered her eyes. "You can't take it off. If you take it off, you'll be just like a blind person. What if something happens and you lose face?"

Huo Cheng chuckled. "You're my wife. Who dares to laugh at you?"

Looking at him, An Zhimo was momentarily unable to guess what he was trying to do.

"Alright, let's go." Huo Cheng turned and left the room. An Zhimo hesitated for a moment before she hurried to catch up with him.