C59 Bite You to Death

The tears that An Zhimu had originally been suppressing flowed down her face.

Huo Cheng was also frightened by the loud voice, and he helped her up. Seeing the tears on her face, she panicked.

Huo Cheng gently stroked her head. "Let me see if you can get out of the bag."

"Get up!" An Zhimo shoved him away abruptly, tears streaming down her face in grievance. She also ignored the man who was sweating cold sweat because she had pushed him away.

Huo Cheng didn't even look at the bruises left on his arm by the wooden stick. He was nervous as he watched her tears. His heart was in a mess. Why was he crying? I haven't done anything to you yet. "

[This man actually wants to hurt me?

"Wow …" He burst into tears.

Huo Cheng sat to one side, at a loss of what to do. He didn't know how to comfort her.

A trace of guilt surfaced in Huo Cheng's heart. He looked at her red and swollen eyelids, and his weak body trembled slightly. It was quite a pitiful scene.

"Does it hurt? Shall I take a look for you?"

As she spoke, she held onto the back of her neck with one hand and lightly pressed down on her hair with the other.

She glared at the man, then suddenly grabbed her wrist and bit it.

Huo Cheng felt a deep pain in his heart as he almost spat out the vulgarities in his mouth!

However, he couldn't say anything as he looked down at the woman's sniffling face.

Only after biting for a long time and knowing that her mouth was filled with the taste of blood did An Zhimo relax.

"Nice teeth?" Huo Cheng still had the strength to continue bickering with her, so it seemed that he would have to let her off lightly!

"Humph!" This time, I'll bite you to death! " An Zhimo sniffled in frustration.

Huo Cheng smiled, "Really?" "Then I'm looking forward to how you'll bite me when the time comes."

Hearing this, An Zhimo frowned. This hooligan!

Huo Cheng looked at the little girl who had turned angry from embarrassment, but still held her tightly and coaxed her softly, "Alright, I was wrong, alright?" Look, you have already taken revenge on me. You don't feel any pain in your head anymore? "

"Why don't you give it a try?" She didn't know why, but the more Huo Cheng's attitude softened, the more wronged she felt, and the more resentful she was.

Huo Cheng didn't say anything else. He pulled her messy hair back, revealing her full forehead as he looked at her slightly swollen eyelids. He kissed it without thinking.

An Zhimo was slightly surprised. She tried to break free, but was restrained tightly in her embrace.

He grabbed her chin with one hand and kissed her from forehead to lips, drying all the tears.

The man's hot hands opened her eyes and gripped his injured arm.

Huo Cheng had no choice but to stop. He moistened her lips bit by bit, luring her to embrace him.

An Zhimo felt as if she was drunk, her entire body dizzy. She nestled into his embrace, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

When the man pressed down on her again, she slowly opened her eyes and saw the restraint on his face.

He reached out to the man's body and rolled out, clutching his collar as he tried to leave.

Get lost!

She covered her chest with one hand and reached behind her back with the other to button her shirt, but she didn't know if the button was purposely going against her. After working hard for so long, other than her face turning redder and redder, the button didn't show any progress at all.

"I'll help you?" Huo Cheng looked at her anxious expression and asked kindly.

"Go away!" An Zhimo immediately turned around and ignored him. After expending a great deal of effort, she buttoned her shirt and left the place.

"Hey!"

An Zhimo ignored Huo Cheng's urging for her to stay, directly slamming the door and leaving.

Huo Cheng was sitting at the side of the stage. His clothes were in disarray and there was an ambiguous look on his face. Desire.

Covering her eyes, she smiled lightly. He fell straight onto the bed.

The tender yellow bedsheets carried the delicate fragrance of An Zhimo's body. Closing her eyes, she seemed to still smell the same as when she had been lying on her own body.

Huo Cheng breathed in An Zhimo's scent like a devil, and then directly covered himself with the blanket. At the same time, a soft and smooth feeling appeared in his mind.

It was a pity that the time was too short. Otherwise, he would have been able to carefully experience her touch.

In the room next door, An Xiaomo was cooking instant noodles in an electric cooker. He hadn't eaten a single thing since he got on the train. If he relied on these two unreliable parents, he would probably starve to death.

Just as An Zhimo ran out of the room, An Xiaomo walked out of the room with a small electric cooker in her hand.

An Zhimo had not eaten anything for more than a day, and as soon as she smelled the fragrance of the instant noodles, her stomach began to growl in protest.

An Xiaomo smiled faintly, "Is Mommy hungry? Hurry up and eat with Little Mo."

An Zhimo's face turned slightly red as she directly returned to the kitchen to carry the utensils.

As the two sat at the table eating, they heard the little guy next to them ask, "Where's daddy? Does he not eat? "

An Xiaomo had already begun to accept her father in her heart. After all, he was injured to save Mommy, and he cared a lot about her.

However, An Zhimo's face immediately turned cold. "Don't worry about him. Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with us!"

"He's my father?"

"I said he's not 1."

An Xiaomo frowned. "But we look exactly the same!"

"He's not as good-looking as you, and there are many people who look like him in this world."

An Zhimo would rather anyone be An Xiaomo's father, with the exception of Huo Cheng.

Although Huo Cheng looked no different from an ordinary foppish young master, he knew that Huo Cheng had his own way as long as they came into contact with him. Otherwise, he wouldn't be keeping the Huo family under his command.

Moreover, Huo Cheng was quite deep and outstanding. This kind of man would be difficult for her to control even if there were a countless number of him.

And if such an outstanding man wanted a woman, there would be countless people lining up to split their legs at him. Why would he go to a hotel to force himself?

Seeing her mother's resolute expression, An Xiaomo couldn't help but sigh. "How can there be so many coincidences in the world?"

He looked like her and was even married to her. He even said that he was her father. When Huo Cheng's family saw her, they were even more sure about the relationship between them.

Such a coincidence!

"What did you just say?" An Zhi raised her eyebrows slightly.

"None …"

An Zhimo rubbed her son's little head and said, "Darling, be good." Mom knows you yearn for fatherly love, but there really isn't any relationship between you two. Originally, I wanted to tell you since you were very young, but I was afraid that you would be unhappy. I can only lie and say that Huo Cheng is your father. "Since you were young, you also think like this, which is why you feel like your relationship is like that of your own. It doesn't matter, you'll know that there's no relationship between the two of you when you grow up."