C65 Rogue

"How is Little Mo? Are you hurt or something? " Xiao Xi never would have thought that a child still in kindergarten could already go find her mother on her own.

Of course, she had also purposefully avoided looking at Huo Cheng's deep grudge with her own eyes.

"Did Director Huo come to find you as well?" Xiao Xi smiled maliciously, "Alright, don't hide anything from me. He told me before he went and when he rescued you."

A puzzled look appeared on An Zhimo's face.

"Alright, An Zhimo!" "I was just trying to see if you would tell me the truth. You really are …" Xi Men snorted. "You might as well be honest with me..."

An Zhimo had never thought of saying such complicated things over the phone. It was a pity that she had a spy by her side.

She looked over at An Xiaomo, who was standing beside her. She just so happened to look up, and when their eyes met, a sweet smile appeared on her face.

Humph!

The anger that had been burning in An Zhimu's heart had also been forced back because of her son's cute act.

"Hello, Little Mo is called Daddy Huo. Is he really that irresponsible man from five years ago? " Xiao Xi continued gossiping.

An Zhimo's body stiffened as she hurriedly moved further away from Huo Cheng, preventing him from hearing her.

"That Xiao Xi, I'm home. I still need to pack my luggage, we'll talk later."

"Alright, I've already placed your family's key in the register at the entrance. Let's have a chat tonight. "

An Zhimo hung up the phone in a panic, only to hear a taunt from the man next door. She chose to turn her head away.

The car gradually stopped in front of the purple gold sector's entrance. Huo Cheng carried Xiao Mo and got off the car. He said to the driver, "You can go back first."

"Alright, Director Huo."

Huo Cheng held Little Mo in his arms while dragging the luggage towards the building with his other arm.

"Ai, why do you want him to leave?" An Zhexiu chased after him with the box in hand.

"Upstairs!"

Looking at the sleeping An Xiaomo, An Zhimo had no choice but to suppress her temper and press the code to the entrance before heading upstairs.

Only when the two of them entered the elevator did An Xiaomo finally wake up.

Seeing that her child had just awoken, An Zhimo asked softly, "Is Little Mo feeling uncomfortable?" Sleeping all the way? "

Looking at the child's bright red face, she stretched out her hand to test his temperature.

Fortunately, it wasn't hot.

An Xiaomo stretched herself in her father's arms, "Because sleeping in your father's arms will be very comfortable."

The voice-over said, "Before, I was always taking care of you. I was very tired, but now, I have finally returned to my normal state."

Hearing this, An Zhimo's face immediately turned black from the man's complacent expression.

Just as they took the elevator, they met their neighbor.

The middle-aged woman smiled faintly at An Zhimo, "You're back?"

Although no one knew his name, they knew that he was a man of his words.

"Auntie going out to buy something?"

"Right, right!"

The neighboring auntie looked at Huo Cheng, who was dressed elegantly and had an extraordinary bearing. She could not help but be curious. "What is this?" Why haven't I seen it before? "

Huo Cheng hugged An Xiaomo tightly, his other hand intentionally holding her in his embrace. "Hello Auntie, I'm her husband. I might be busy with work, but you've never noticed."

An Zhimo frowned.

"Aiyo, I was just saying, you two are actually a family." Huo Cheng was very satisfied with her words and smiled politely.

"Auntie, the elevator is going down." An Zhimo hurriedly reminded the neighboring aunts.

With aunty's spreading efficiency, the whole district would soon know about it.

"That's right, that's right. Then we'll talk about it when we're free." The neighbouring aunt awkwardly stepped into the elevator and waved at them.

An Zhimo pouted and turned around, opening the door as she began to question her son, who had been hanging onto Huo Cheng's body all this time. "Little Mo, why haven't you come down yet?"

This child was truly interesting. Ever since he had this father, Huo Cheng, his life ability had plummeted. Did he really think of him as a baby?

An Xiaomo seemed to have sensed the meaning behind her words as she awkwardly hugged Huo Cheng. "Dad, I think it's better if I go down."

However …

Huo Cheng hugged An Xiaomo even more intimately and pinched his fair cheeks. "It doesn't matter. Daddy is willing to hug you forever."

All the hair on An Zhimo's body fell to the ground.

She dumped her suitcase on the floor and packed her luggage while the two of them continued to develop feelings for each other.

After An Zhimo finished tidying everything up, she walked out of the house only to see that a blanket had been placed on the sofa.

"Mommy." An Xiaomo ran out of his room and wrapped her arms around her thighs. "Mommy, do you still have a pillow for Daddy to use?"

A man's voice came from the kitchen. When An Zhimo turned around, she saw that Huo Cheng had already thrown down his jacket and was walking out with a cup of water.

"My house is being renovated. There's nowhere to go." Huo Cheng said helplessly, "I can only stay for the night."

"I don't agree!" An Zhimo rejected him without hesitation. "Don't you have a lot of places to go? Go back to your old dwelling!"

"I've already told Grandma and the others about your return. They said that as long as I don't bring you and Little Mo home, I won't recognize myself!"

Of course, the truth was that Old Madam Huo didn't know anything at all.

An Xiaomo raised her head to look at her father, frowning slightly as she did not expose his lies.

Even though they were living in the same house in Brook City, the feeling they had now was even more strange.

Huo Cheng hurriedly promised when he saw An Zhimo's hesitation, "I definitely won't mess around. I'll obediently stay in the living room."

With a cold snort, An Zhimo led An Xiaomo away. "Come, let's go wash ourselves and go to bed!"

An Xiaomo still hadn't forgotten her father. "Mommy, your father's pillow!"

"I'll find him later."

After successfully putting An Xiaomo on the bed, she went back to her room, took out a pillow, threw it on the sofa beside her, and turned to leave.

Huo Cheng sat on the sofa and watched the woman leave. Soon, he carried his pajamas and headed to the bathroom.

Huo Cheng frowned slightly, and soon the sound of flowing water could be heard from inside. The Adam's apple unconsciously moved up and down.

Unnaturally, he picked up the remote control and watched the variety show inside.

Although his eyes were still focused, his entire mind was focused on the bathroom. Looking through the thick door, one could imagine the wet image of a woman naked as a fruit. Embarrassed, he crossed his legs.

Unsure of how much time had passed, An Zhimo finally walked out of the bathroom.

Huo Cheng raised his head and looked over. He saw An Zhimo walking out, wearing long sleeves and pants, buttoning herself up to the very top.

He walked back into the room and closed the door with a "bang".

Huo Cheng looked at her fluid movements and was extremely unhappy. Was he preparing himself as a hooligan and a hooligan?

Though he had thought of sneaking into her room in the middle of the night.

Huo Cheng walked into the bathroom with a strong sense of dissatisfaction. He opened the door and it was filled with the fragrance of her body.

It was just that there was nothing left on the washstand for An Zhimo. Other than Little Ink's toiletries, there was not a single one of hers.

Huo Cheng angrily showered, dried his body, and then laid back on the sofa.

Although he was angry and tired and uncomfortable while lying on the narrow sofa, he felt extremely satisfied when he thought of his wife and children sleeping beside him.

Before going to sleep, Huo Cheng was still secretly thinking that sooner or later, he would definitely teach An Zhimo a lesson.

An Zhimo, who had been lying down on her bed very early on, also found it hard to fall asleep.

Lying in bed, tossing and turning, he occasionally pricked up his ears to observe the movements of the man outside.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, her phone rang. She opened it and saw the verification message from Huo Cheng.

WeChat: "Huo Cheng has requested for your friend verification …"

QQ, "Huo Cheng Deep Request, verification of your friend request …"

An Zhi frowned and directly threw her phone onto the table beside her, ignoring it.

When the man outside finally stopped making a ruckus, she couldn't hold on any longer and directly fell asleep.