C33 They're Not People from the Same World

Sisi was more advanced than she was by two years, and had just become editor of Golden Edition Entertainment. With her outstanding working ability, An Zhimo was able to revive the silver version of fashion, selling it or subscribing it directly to the golden version. Three months after he joined the company, he was promoted to the silver version of the editor.

Her entry into the company had been controversial, but her low education had been accepted into the company for excellent interviews. With a sigh in his heart, he tried his best to work as hard as he could. Two pages of magazines were fighting to the death.

The boss saw the fight between the two of them. But as long as they didn't harm the company's interests, no one would care.

Some said they were strong competitors to the editor of the magazine, but An Zhimo resigned.

It was because she realized that she had An Xiaomo.

"Oh, Zhi Mo, now that Sisi is the editor, you will definitely work under her. But you still have to put up with it for a while. I believe that the Chief Editor will soon arrange a new position for you as well. Zhi Mo, as long as you work hard, you will always get back everything that belongs to you. I will definitely follow you then. "

An Zhimo glanced at Zhou Ruyue, but did not have the slightest reaction to her display of loyalty. She no longer had the ambition she had when she first joined the workforce. All you need to do now is find a job to live with Little Mo.

As for her, she returned to Mu Xing. It was just that she was familiar with the place and she didn't want to waste any more time familiarizing herself with the culture of an enterprise.

The work was tiring, but at least she was free in life.

Therefore, she was still very happy. It was just that Wang Hui and Old Lady Huo would always call her.

Old Madam Huo probably knew that the two of them had divorced. She was very upset and always wanted her to visit.

Although An Zhimu would also feel sad and reluctant to part with them, she would eventually decline them one by one.

She was not from the same world as the Huo Family. Now that it was over, she was paid accordingly. The two of them had nothing to do with each other.

Old Madam Huo was also gradually seeing through her intentions. She probably felt that the two of them could no longer reunite, so she didn't make any phone calls.

Not long after, it was An Xiaomo's birthday. On that day, An Zhimo had intentionally gotten off work to bring her home from kindergarten.

An Xiaomo pointed to the stop sign outside the bus. "Mommy, look at daddy!"

An Zhimo looked slightly surprised at the huge close-up of Huo Cheng on the advertising screen outside the shopping mall. The man in the black suit had delicate facial features and deep eyes. After that, all the women would look at him a few more times.

Beside the man was an eye-catching line of text: Huo Chen, the new leader of the Huo family.

So this man had already taken over the job, and he came home from abroad? But why didn't Liu Xin tell him?

After An Zhimo brought the child home, she hid in her room and called Liu Xin.

"Miss An, what's the matter?"

"Is he back?"

"Yes!" Director Huo had already returned to the country the day before yesterday, but he would be very busy taking over a big business like the Huo family. I understand what you mean, but I will find time to tell Director Huo. "

An Zhimo had initially been burning with anxiety, but everything that the other party had said was the truth. She could only agree to it.

After hanging up the phone, he saw Mrs Zhang preparing dinner. An Xiaomo, who was standing at the side, kept giving her opinions.

"Can you cook more? I have an appointment at home. "

Hearing this, An Zhimo was very surprised, hurriedly stepping forward and asking, "Really? Is it your little girlfriend? "

An Xiaomo glanced at her. "No!"

An Zhimo pursed her lips, a devilish smile on her face.

This kid was actually embarrassed to admit it.

When dinner was ready, there was a knock on the door.

An Zhimo was currently tearing apart the birthday cake, "Little Mo, your guest has arrived. Hurry and open the door."

An Xiaomo ran to the door like a wisp of smoke. "Uncle Zheng."

An Zhimo, "…"

She was surprised to see him come in with a bunch of gifts in his hands, still in his suit, as if he had just left work.

She did not expect that her son would actually call him over to the house. She had rented this house with Qiao Sheng's identity, and now there was a little traitor.

"Little Mo, happy birthday." Zheng took the gift and handed it to An Xiaomo.

Xiao Mo glanced at him in disdain and reluctantly accepted it. "Thank you, Uncle Zheng."

"Good girl!" Zheng Si Chen extended a hand to ruffle Little Ink's soft hair, but his gaze was still focused deeply on An Zhi Mo.

She wore a light blue dress, and her long hair draped casually over her shoulders. The woman under the dim yellow light was no different from the teenage girl from before. It was still moving.

An Zhi frowned, suppressing her anger. "An Xiaomo, come and make your wish."

The meal then passed in silence for the three of them. An Xiaomo was the first to finish her meal. She suddenly stood up and shouted, "The school is opening for school tomorrow, so I'm going to sleep."

Before An Zhimo could open her mouth, she heard An Xiaomo slam the door shut.

An Zhimo, "…"

She looked at Zheng, "Mr. Zheng, first of all, I would like to thank you for coming to celebrate our birthday. But he's just a kid, and his mind is pure. If he says anything to you, you can forget it. "

"What did he say to me? What do I have to care about? "

There were some things that she didn't want to say directly, and she knew that he understood them all.

"I like this child very much." "So you can rest assured that in the future, I will definitely treat him well."

After staring at Zheng, she said, "Mr. Zheng, I think it's necessary for you to know that even if I'm divorced, I still wouldn't accept you. You know that it's impossible between us."

"An Zhimo!" You must know that there is no such thing as absolute. " Chanson's eyes were fixed on her.

"I will wait for you. I have plenty of time to waste with you."

Watching the man leave, she sat alone at the table for a long time.

An Xiaomo's small head appeared behind the door. "Mommy, Uncle Zheng has left?"

An Zhi frowned slightly. "Little Mo, when did you contact him?"

An Xiaomo walked from the room to the living room and sat beside An Zhimo, saying in a low voice, "He left a call that time, so I took it off my back."

It's good to be a kid with a big brain, and everything you see once will be memorized.

"An Xiaomo." It's impossible for him and me, so you don't have to find a chance to help him. Do you know? " In the end, An Zhimu still decided to tell him the truth.

"You don't like him?" An Xiaomo asked doubtfully.

"I don't like it!" This man was directly eliminated from the competition! "

An Zhimo put the utensils on the table into the dishwasher and said, "Alright, hurry up and go rest. The school term will start tomorrow as well."

An Xiaomo hurriedly nodded her head as she mentally compared the difference between Zheng Si Chen and her father. Why didn't An Zhimo like him? Was it because she still had her own father in her heart?

The next day, as soon as An Zhimo stepped out of her office, she saw Zheng's car.

Zhou Ruyue, who was at the side, looked at the eye-catching red sports car with a gossipy expression.

An Zhimo remembered that this person had disliked something so flamboyant ever since he had graduated from university.

She chose to ignore them and walked towards the bus stop not far away.

"Foam …" Chanson caught up with her and took her by the wrist.

"Let go of me, Zheng. You're not afraid of losing face, I'm not afraid of that."

"I just wanted to have a meal with you. What are you afraid of?" Zheng laughed softly.

In the end, she was unable to resist the man's provocation and followed him. When the car came to a stop, she realized that it wasn't a restaurant at all, but a banquet.