C68 Rekindling of Old Feelings

An Zhimo took a deep breath and slowly said, "You know that's not what I mean." Zheng and I are in the past. Don't bring it up again. In the future, you will live a good life for Mrs. Zhang, so you don't have to purposely curry favor with me. "

He hung up the phone with a "pa" sound.

When Zhang Yu tried to call her again, the other party had already dragged her into the blacklist.

Zhang Yu didn't expect his daughter to do such an extreme job. Sitting on the bed, he suddenly had a bold guess.

Five years ago, because the Zheng Family's finances were running out of steam, they went to every corner for help. However, no one wanted to work with the Zheng Family. Only one family had made a request to marry the daughter of the Zheng Family.

When Zheng Qingya was overseas, she hung up the phone after receiving the news and didn't contact her family.

Zheng Sihe also couldn't bear to have his daughter be a wife to a man around his age, so he persuaded Zhang Yu to trick An Zhimo out of it, which in turn solved the matter between An Zhimo and Zheng Sichen.

In the end, when everyone thought that the ending would be perfect, the other party called and told them that An Zhimo had run away, and that there was no one in the room.

However, An Zhimo became pregnant, and the Zheng Family also had the Huo Family's financial support.

Back then, he had only thought that An Zhimo had been taken advantage of by a man he didn't know. Now, it seemed that man might have been Huo Cheng.

Zhang Yu was frightened by her own conjecture, and his face immediately turned pale.

"What are you thinking about?" Zheng Shihe looked at her.

"It's fine, it's fine." Zhang Yu quickly smiled, but his expression did not relax at all.

The car slowly stopped at the Zheng Family residence. As soon as they entered the room, they heard Old Man Zheng's voice, "Qingyan, listen to grandpa. After you eat these things, you'll grow taller."

"I don't want it! Why does grandpa always have to make me eat these things. " Zheng Qingyan cried out.

Hearing footsteps outside the door, she hurriedly walked over, "Mom, look at Grandpa, he always lets me randomly eat some food." Zheng Qingyan frowned and complained to his mother.

"Be good, the reason grandpa gave you these nutrients was to help you grow taller!" Zhang Yu hugged her son in her embrace and coaxed him for a long time before calming down.

When Master Zheng saw Zhang Yu, he immediately asked, "Zhang Yu, did you and ShiHe go to kindergarten to see that child?"

Zhang Yu slightly frowned and slowly opened his mouth, "Dad, something happened at school today, we will go back very soon."

"What happened?" The old man's expression changed as he said unhappily, "You can't even do something so small as bringing a child here?"

Zhang Yu lowered her head and whispered, "Dad, it really is..." If something really happens, I won't be able to see it. When the time comes, we will definitely bring him over. "

Old Master Zheng snorted, "You can't even control a child? It's best for your hands and feet to be more nimble. Otherwise, if the time is too long, there will be a lot of trouble. "

Zhang Yu looked at the angry look on Old Man Zheng's face and slightly frowned. "Dad, the child's problem is still alright. It's just that I've discovered an even more serious matter."

"What?"

Zhang Yu looked at the man beside him and opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Old Master Zheng saw that she was in a difficult situation and waved his hand, "All of you, go out."

Zheng looked at his wife a few times and Zhang Yu nodded reassuringly at him, indicating that he should leave.

Only after everyone had returned to their rooms did An Zhimo finally speak with a chuckle. "Dad, I think there's going to be a problem with our decision to let An Zhimo return home."

"What problem?" Old Master Zheng frowned.

"It seems to me that the sage has never given up at the beginning. He had asked me about An Zhimo several times before, even wanting to know her address and her phone number. It was precisely because of An Zhimo's appearance that Zheng Shichen and Huo Xinyang had parted ways. "What if An Zhimo really does return to the Zheng Family and their relationship ignites again?"

"If that's all there is to it, it doesn't matter. He is a sensible child, and can prioritize his priorities." Old Man Zheng laughed.

After all, emotions couldn't withstand the test of time.

"Alright." Zhang Yu nodded with a faint smile, "I'm just worried that this vassal might have some thoughts for An Zhimo. If that Huo Cheng misunderstood me, it would be really bad." It will affect their feelings. "

"Don't worry, I'll explain everything to him."

"Okay, Dad." Zhang Yu slightly nodded.

"..."

After copying all the documents into the hard disk, An Zhimo shut down her phone and prepared to go downstairs. His cellphone immediately rang.

"Wife …"

An Zhimo furrowed her brows. This man's phone call really happened to be coincidental.

"What's the matter?"

"Why are you being so cold?" Huo Cheng asked unhappily.

An Zhimo sighed, "I didn't. I just got off work."

Hearing An Zhimo's helpless voice, he chuckled softly and said, "Alright, is it time to get off work?"

"Yeah." An Zhimo stood up and prepared her backpack.

"Then come down quickly. I'm already waiting for you down there. It's pretty cold. " Huo Cheng said in a pitiful manner and hung up.

Cold? He wasn't going to wait in the car!

Then, he recalled that Zhou Ruyue had said that she would interview Huo Cheng and it would be terrible if he was recognized.

He turned around and walked straight to the elevator.

Meanwhile, An Zhimo was sitting in her car downstairs, watching as a black Mercedes-Benz slowly approached.

With a sneer, he turned to look at the magazine.

Finally, a few minutes later, An Zhimo pushed her way through the crowd.

As soon as An Zhimo came out, she immediately saw Huo Cheng's car. Fortunately, she wasn't foolishly waiting for him outside.

Seeing that her colleagues had already left, she walked with large strides to the front of Huo Cheng's car and knocked on the window.

The door of the car opened and Huo Cheng walked out. He lowered his head and stared at her, a deep smile still on his face.

"Why did you come out so late?" Huo Cheng frowned and took off her backpack.

His movements were naturally practiced as if he had done this many times.

An Zhi was slightly taken aback, but her hand was still tightly gripped by him. The warm palm was pressed tightly against her own, and her ten fingers were intertwined together.

"Alright, get in the car." He pulled her toward the passenger seat.

An Zhimo stood motionlessly by the roadside. "I'll be driving my own car."

"Which one?" Huo Cheng narrowed his eyes.

Helpless, An Zhimo could only answer truthfully, "It's in the parking lot."

"Then leave it there. I'll take you back today." Huo Cheng pulled him over with force.

He opened the car door and threw the backpack inside. An Zhimo walked helplessly to the door, but before she even got on the car, she heard a familiar voice coming from behind her.

"Foam …"

An Zhimo's body froze in place, not moving an inch.

Huo Cheng sneered as he shut the car door. He then turned around to look at Zheng Si Chen behind him.

Without knowing when, Zheng Si Chen had already stood behind the two of them with a smile on his handsome face. "Foam, today's your birthday …"

An Zhimo turned her head to look at Zheng Chengchen in a daze. The way he smiled made her think of the man who had held her in his heart a few years ago.

"Hiss …" A sharp pain came from the tip of her finger. An Zhimo also regained her senses, and angrily looked towards Huo Cheng, who was standing at the side, wanting to withdraw her hand.

However, Huo Cheng looked at her coldly, then turned to look at Zheng, "Mister Zheng."

Zheng Si Chen also looked at Huo Cheng with hostility.

"I wonder what Mr. Zheng wanted to do by stopping my wife?" Huo Cheng said coldly.

However, Zheng Si Chen did not seem to hear Huo Cheng's voice and continued to look at An Zhi Mo with a smile. "Mo, do you still like the flowers I gave you?" It's exactly twenty-four flowers. "