C58 Carelessness

An Xiaomo saw An Zhimo and immediately threw herself onto her, hugging her without letting go. "Mommy finally sees you, it's so good."

"Good boy." An Zhimo pulled An Xiaomo into her embrace. Smelling the faint, familiar scent of his milk, her heart finally settled down.

When Huo Cheng walked out of the room, he was furious at the sight of the two of them falling in love.

Aunt Liu quickly ran into the courtyard with the two people's luggage. With an apologetic look, she asked, "Zhimo, are you alright?"

An Zhimo hurriedly shook her head. "Aunt Liu, I'm fine."

"Sorry Zhi Mo, I didn't know that such a thing would happen in your family …" Aunt Liu felt very guilty. The two families were so close to each other, yet she didn't notice anything amiss.

"Aunt Liu, I was too careless. It's none of your business." An Zhimo said faintly.

This time, she really had a long memory. In the future, no matter what Zhang Yu did, she wouldn't care about it.

Aunt Liu handed the luggage over to the two of them, then glanced at Huo Chengming, who was sitting on the side with a low pressure, and hurriedly said, "Then I'll be leaving first. I won't disturb your family anymore."

After saying that, he hurriedly turned around and left.

An Xiaomo noticed the injuries on Huo Cheng's body. "Dad, are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, just a small injury."

Upon hearing these words, An Zhimu could not help but feel a little helpless in her heart.

"Do you want me to boast for you?" Knowing that Huo Cheng was the one who had saved An Zhimo, An Xiaomo's tone grew more obedient.

"I'm fine." Huo Cheng rubbed the top of his son's head and glanced at the woman who was avoiding his sight. Anger rose in his heart.

"Mommy, did you turn those bad guys over to the police uncle?" An Xiaomo hugged her neck tightly.

Huo Cheng looked deeply at the two of them and interrupted their conversation with a cold tone, "An Zhimo, hurry up and pack up. We'll return to Hong Kong City in a while."

An Zhimo frowned. "I don't want to go back!"

Huo Cheng took a deep glance at the scene in the yard and sighed, "What? Do you want me to live here with you? "

An Zhimo immediately grasped the main point of Huo Cheng's words. "I've only said it once, and you're also going to stay!"

"He's my son. Why can't I stay and accompany him?!" Huo Cheng stared deeply into her eyes.

"I've said it a few times already, he's not one!"

"Is that so?" Huo Cheng slightly raised his brows, "Then who is his father?"

An Zhi Mo lowered her head to look at An Xiaomo in her arms, saying sternly, "No matter who he is, it won't be you!"

An Xiaomo also raised her head and asked, "Who's that?"

"That …" An Zhimo looked at An Xiaomo with furrowed brows. Little Mo, actually, Mommy has always been lying to you. Your dad died a long time ago. "

After saying this, An Zhimu heaved a sigh of relief. Although this was a little cruel, this excuse was truly the most perfect one she had ever thought to be her answer.

An Xiaomei did not cry, but looked at Huo Cheng with pity in his eyes.

Tsk tsk, look at father's expression, it's really scary.

Huo Cheng forcefully suppressed his fury and said to An Xiaomo who was in An Zhimo's arms, "Little Mo, go down first. Daddy and Mommy will have something to discuss with you."

An Zhimo subconsciously hugged her son tightly, but it was to no avail. An Xiaomo sighed helplessly and said, "Alright, you guys talk properly."

The world of adults is hard to understand.

The child had just steadied himself when he saw his father grab Mummy and drag her into the room.

"Let go! Let me go! "There's nothing to talk about between us!" An Zhimo gripped Huo Cheng's finger.

"Arms!"

Huo Cheng's deep voice finally managed to calm An Zhimo down. He followed the man reluctantly into the room and closed the door.

Seeing him staring down at her, she still stood timidly by the door.

"What are you trying to say?" An Zhimo folded her arms across her chest, looking at Huo Cheng, who stood in front of her, unwilling to be outdone.

"Come here!" Huo Cheng was already sitting on her bed.

"No need!" An Zhimo frowned. She would never walk right into his trap. "I'll be fine here. Just tell me when you're free."

Huo Cheng lazily sat there with his legs crossed and tilted his head, sizing her up.

The restlessness in her eyes was slowly released.

"If you don't say anything, I'm leaving." An Zhimo hated men who seemed to plan things the most.

When he saw that the man didn't care, he turned around and opened the door. Suddenly, there was a gust of wind behind him. With a "pa" sound, he pressed on the door and closed it again.

Terrified by his sudden action, An Zhimo gripped her collar tightly.

"Where do you want to escape to? Hm? "Are you that afraid of me?"

An Zhimo's cheeks were flushed red as she stuck close to the wall. The ambiguous atmosphere caused her to recall the scene of her being together with this man from before.

Huo Cheng's thin, slightly cold lips moved to her sensitive ear and he whispered, "What are you shaking about?"

The man laughed mockingly softly, causing An Zhimo to become angry from embarrassment. She reached out her hand to push the man beside her. Before she could exert any strength, she heard the man behind her groan in pain.

What was he doing? She hadn't even used much strength, and yet his arm was already in such pain?

Although he loathed it, he couldn't resist and could only let the man hug him.

Just when she had thought that she would be able to stand like this for half a day, the man grabbed her by the waist with one hand forcefully. An Zhimo's legs left the ground the next second, and he was lifted up by one arm.

Then he clasped her wildly waving hands with one hand and covered her entire body, his legs stuck between her waist.

After a moment of dizziness, An Zhimu discovered that she had been pressed down. Looking at Huo Cheng, who was on his back, most of the time, he felt shy.

She struggled to get up, only to find her hands tightly gripped, unable to escape.

An Zhimo's face was completely red as she stammered, "Little …" "Little Mo is still outside …"

Huo Cheng directly sealed her lips and gently bit her lips, saying in an ambiguous manner, "Keep it up loud, it's about time you let your son see something that isn't suitable for children."

An Zhimo glared at him in embarrassment, trying to fight back with all her might. However, deep in her heart, she subconsciously considered the wounds on his arm.

His eyes quickly became misty as he looked at Huo Cheng with a wronged expression, unwilling to cry out.

Huo Cheng looked at her red nose and teary eyes and his heart went soft. He got up and said, "I can release you, but you can't run and you can't shout. Whatever it is, we have to talk about it properly."

An Zhimo slowly nodded her head.

Huo Cheng loosened his grip and was about to get down from her body, but he didn't expect An Zhimo to actually reach out and push him down onto the bed.

An Zhimo wanted to escape, but she did not expect Huo Cheng to directly grab her arm. Huo Cheng exerted a little force, and she fell directly onto his body. "Dong …" The back of his head struck the wall.