C60 My Little Darling

An Xiaomo listened to An Zhimo's explanation. "I understand."

"It's good that you know it. Don't call anyone else in the future." An Zhimo helped her son to set up the fork.

An Xiaomei picked up the bowl and chopsticks powerlessly as he ate.

The bedroom door had been tightly shut the entire time. An Zhimo cast a few curious glances at the door before finally deciding to give up on her.

Looking at the gradually darkening sky, An Zhimo suddenly asked, "Little Mo, do you like it here?"

An Xiaomo looked at her, pursing her lips. "I like being with Mommy."

An Zhimo smiled lightly as she embraced him, kissing his cheek. "My little darling is so good. Then we'll stay."

In fact, after a day or two, An Zhimo had finally understood a lot of things. Rather than scheming and scheming with those people in Hong Kong, it was better to bring An Xiaomo along to live in the countryside.

Here I helped my aunt guard the old house, and then I found a suitable man to marry. It's good for a family to love each other for the rest of their lives.

The only regret was that he felt that he was being unfair to An Xiaomo. He was so smart that he wanted to live with him in this town for the rest of his life.

An Xiaomo was delighted. "Mummy, let's stay here."

"Alright." An Zhimo looked at her son with a smile.

"What's good?"

An Zhimo turned around and saw Huo Cheng standing behind her with a dark expression on his face.

She trembled slightly, but An Xiaomo waved happily at her father. "Father!"

Huo Cheng's dark expression was softened by his son's coquettish actions. He walked up behind the two and said in a deep voice, "The night breeze has turned cold. Let's go back to the house."

An Zhimo ignored him, standing up and carrying An Xiaomo to count the stars in the courtyard.

An Xiaomei sneezed, hugging An Zhimo's neck as she muttered, "Mommy, it's really a little cold."

An Zhimo frowned. "…"

When did these two get together?

Before she could react, Huo Cheng had already snatched his son away with one hand.

Unconsciously, An Zhimo tried to snatch it away. The man stepped forward to greet her, and she fell directly into his embrace.

An Zhimo's face turned hot as she hurriedly rose from his embrace.

Huo Cheng smiled sinisterly as he put An Xiaomo on his shoulder.

"Is Darling cold?" Although Huo Cheng had spoken to An Xiaomo, his eyes had never left her.

An Xiaomo coordinated, "A little cold."

"Then let's go."

An Zhimo glared angrily at the man out of embarrassment.

An Xiaomo noticed the angry look on her face and hurriedly said to her father, "Dad, you actually wouldn't be cold if you hugged me."

"Is that so?"

Huo Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly as he smiled at An Zhimo. "Then, do you want me to carry him?"

An Zhimo directly scolded him, "You damn hooligan, who's regretting that you hugged her!"

He turned around and dashed into the room.

An Xiaomo looked at An Zhimo's furious expression and asked softly, "Mommy's angry?"

"Probably?"

"Then when will you be able to catch her?" An Xiaomei said worriedly.

Huo Cheng looked at the woman's leaving figure and laughed, "I'm not afraid of anything. Soon, your mother will be mine."

An Zhimo walked into the room, looked at his luggage beside the table and stomped on it.

It was almost eight o'clock, what was this man trying to do? You want to stay?

Impossible!

She wouldn't agree. It was only twenty minutes away from the hotel in town.

Then what exactly did he want to do?

However, a voice, one big and one small, came from outside the room. An Zhimo perked up her ears, wondering if the two of them were speaking ill of her.

He wanted to go to the door and hear the commotion outside.

He's gone?

He waited for a while, but there was still no sound. Just as he was about to pack his luggage, he heard a man's voice from behind him.

"Wife, is the water in the water heater hot?"

"I'm not your wife!" An Zhimo immediately cast aside her relationship with him.

She was particularly disgusted by the intimacy men gave her.

"Wife, where are you? Do you have hot water? " Huo Cheng looked deeply at An Zhimo, who was frowning. This woman was really pushing herself too far, how could he not hear what she was saying now?

"See for yourself?" An Zhimo asked coldly.

Huo Cheng looked at her with raised eyebrows. "I'll take a look myself?"

"Shall I help you? What's the relationship between us? " An Zhimo snorted coldly, "Did you hire me out, or do I owe you? On what basis should I listen to you?"

An Xiaomo was lying on Huo Cheng's shoulder as she said weakly, "How about I go take a look?"

Huo Cheng's An Zhimo froze on the spot.

In the end, An Zhimo couldn't bear to see her son work too hard, so she took the initiative to carry the burden of her life with her.

On the other side, An Xiaomo was concerned about Huo Cheng. "Daddy, are you hungry?"

When An Zhimo passed by, she really couldn't understand why her son suddenly treated Huo Cheng so well.

"Dad, are you hungry?"

Huo Cheng looked at his son's concerned gaze and shook his head. "Be good. Daddy isn't hungry."

"That's good." An Xiaomo heaved a sigh of relief, "I thought I was going to cook again."

An Zhi Mo laughed out loud, leaving the room with a stifled smile on her face.

Just as An Zhimo had finished preparing the hot water and was preparing to pour it into the nearby bathtub, her warm body came up to him from behind. She paused for a moment, then stretched out her hand.

"Allow me." The man took the kettle.

"Never mind, I'll help you out with the injuries on your body." An Zhimo did not let go.

"Help me?" Huo Cheng frowned, "Help me what?" Take a bath? "

"Rogue!"

Didn't this man know how to speak properly? What do you think you're doing all day?

Huo Cheng took the opportunity to snatch the canteen away while she was still in a daze. Bent over and filled the narrow bathroom with water.

When Huo Cheng raised his head, he saw An Zhimo staring at him in a daze.

He stood up and put the kettle outside, colliding with An Xiaomo at the door.

An Xiaomo looked at Huo Cheng and asked, "Dad, can I take a bath with you?" An Xiaomo asked, hugging her pajamas.

"Yes." Huo Cheng nodded with a smile.

However, behind the two of them, An Zhimo's face did not look too good. When did these two become so close to each other?

But they didn't seem to care. They squeezed into the bathroom.

The narrow bathroom had become even more crowded. An Zhimo stood by the door watching Huo Cheng help An Xiaomo to undress.

The scene instantly became exceptionally warm.

Very quickly, she was shut out by her father and son.

An Xiaomo was enjoying Huo Cheng's service. After taking a comfortable bath, she wrapped herself in a towel and hopped out of the room.

Huo Cheng closed the door deeply before taking off his clothes. Looking at the toiletries that he had brought out, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of the shampoo and shampoo that An Zhimo had placed on the washstand.

"..."

An Zhimo lay on the bed in a daze. The bed just now was the place where Huo Cheng had lain for the better part of a day.