C71 Wife Smell

"This child has not seen us for such a long time. Is he overjoyed?" Old Granny Huo teased An Zhimo, who had been silent all this time.

Huo Cheng covered his stomach and walked towards the kitchen.

Old Madam Huo saw that the two of them had not interacted at all as they moved closer to An Zhimo and asked mysteriously, "Aren't you on a date?" Is this a quarrel? "

An Zhimo, "…"

Huo Cheng had just poured a cup of water when Wang Hui, who was standing behind him, took out a stomach medicine from the cabinet in the living room and handed it to Huo Cheng.

"Here!"

Huo Cheng was stunned as he took the medicine, "I can't hide anything from you."

"That's not it. Your mother never arranged people around you." Wang Hui looked at Huo Cheng with narrowed eyes. "The pungent smell coming from you is telling me."

Huo Cheng chuckled as he poured the medicine into his mouth and swallowed it.

"What do you want Mommy to say? "Originally, my stomach was not well to eat this kind of thing." Wang Hui complained.

The corners of Huo Cheng's mouth curled up. "She just likes it."

Wang Hui slightly raised his brows, "Are you serious this time around?"

"When did your son ever get distracted?"

Putting down the glass of water, he heard the old granny accuse him of bullying An Zhimo.

"Grandma, I never dared to bully foam."

As long as she doesn't bully me, it's fine. I originally prepared a big meal meticulously, but in the end I was fooled by this woman.

"It's foam birthday today, our family must wish foam a happy birthday." Old Madam Huo patted the back of An Zhimo's hand and said, "Alright, come have another meal with us."

"Right." Wang Hui agreed. "I'll go prepare a few more dishes."

"It's fine, there's no need to go through all this trouble." An Zhimo hurriedly waved her hand.

"It's okay. It's our birthday, so we have to have a lively family." Old Madam Huo said happily.

When the family sat down, Old Granny Huo pulled them along, trying her best to please her grandson. "Zhi Mo, Ah Shen has almost finished packing up. He has already prepared a toy room for the children. When are you planning to return with Little Mo? "

An Zhimo immediately furrowed her brows. "Madame …"

"Old what?" Old Mrs. Huo immediately said, "I already know that there is no such thing as a divorce at all. He even called me Old Mistress. Although Ah Shen was a muddle-headed kid, he did a good job on this matter. "Knowing your wife's importance."

An Zhimo, "…"

"Mo, I'm sorry about what happened that year. However, he could not be condemned to death, as he had been drugged. Furthermore, just how much fate do you two have? The two of you will even get married, so you are basically the wife of our Huo family. "

"Alright, we've finished eating." Wang Hui came out of the kitchen. "Mo, go get Xiao Mo."

The few of them sat in the room, while Huo Cheng took out a bottle of wine to cheer them up.

Old Madam Huo happily drank a few cups, but was stopped by Huo Cheng. "Alright, Grandmother. "If you're not well, then don't drink too much."

"Have another small cup. It's my birthday. Grandmother is very happy." Old Madam Huo said unhappily.

An Zhi frowned slightly. "…"

Huo Cheng said helplessly, "Alright, let me drink the last cup for you."

Huo Cheng picked up his wine cup directly to toast An Zhimo. Her alcohol tolerance was even worse. She originally had no intention of drinking, but seeing the old lady's happy expression, he could only place the cup to his lips and sip.

Originally, that bottle of wine didn't have much alcohol in it, but it didn't have much alcohol in it either.

Huo Cheng looked at her cautious look and smirked.

Following that, Huo Cheng went on to toast An Zhimo. Since this was her birthday, it wasn't a good idea for her to not drink it. An Zhimo could only swallow her saliva. She kept noticing that she couldn't drink too much, but she didn't notice the man beside her.

After a while, half the wine was gone.

When everyone finally stood up, Huo Cheng couldn't hold on any longer. He leaned his body against An Zhimo's side, resting his head on her shoulder. "Wife."

An Zhimo abruptly dodged to the side, looking at the man on her body. Her handsome face was flushed red from the alcohol, and her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at her pitifully.

"Wife, I'm so sleepy."

Old Madam Huo looked at Huo Cheng's shameless expression and smiled. She then exchanged a glance with Wang Hui. Wang Hui was worried about whether his son's stomach could take it or not.

"Wife." Seeing that An Zhimo had ignored him, Huo Cheng decided to just hug her and stick close to her. "Wife, I don't want to sleep on the sofa anymore. It's so crowded."

"Haha …" Old Mrs. Huo laughed out loud. Wang Hui also covered his mouth and snickered. An Zhimo's face instantly turned completely red as she forcefully pushed Huo Cheng's face to the side.

But soon, Huo Cheng leaned his head against her shoulder and rubbed it against her neck. He breathed in alcohol and asked, "Wife, what are you shy about?"

Old Madam Huo was helpless when she saw her own shameless grandson. She stood up and said, "Alright, since A'Sen is already drunk, let's go home."

"Mm, let's go." Wang Hui got up and packed his stuff, "Foam, since Ah Sen is already drunk, I will have to trouble you to take care of him. We'll go home first. "

An Zhi Mo slapped Huo Cheng's face, and before she could answer Wang Hui, the two of them had already run out of the door.

"Wife, Wife …" Huo Cheng shouted next to her ear again and again. The ambiguous smell mixed with the smell of alcohol made her skin turn crimson.

An Zhimo pushed him aside with a slap. "Alright, stop pretending to be drunk! They're all gone. "

If he wanted to stay, he would have to use more moves.

Huo Cheng impatiently rubbed his forehead, closed his eyes and laid back on the chair. His face was pale, and even without leaning on An Zhi Mo, he still had an uncomfortable look on his face. After a while, he weakly said, "It hurts so much to not eat and drink. I'll go and rest for a while."

Then he staggered over to the sofa and fell down.

"Mommy, what's wrong with Daddy?" An Xiaomo pushed open her door and looked outside.

"It's fine," An Zhimo walked over to Little Mo and squatted down, asking, "Little Mo, did you see Grandma and the others long ago?"

An Xiaomo raised her eyebrows slightly. "Actually, it's not that bad." I've only seen it a few times. "

"How many times?" An Zhimo helplessly looked at the child who was acting like a spoiled child towards her.

"Mommy, I'm going to wash up and rest. Good night." An Xiaomo ran away immediately.

An Zhimo then turned around and headed to the kitchen to clean up the battlefield for the night.

Huo Cheng, who was lying on the sofa, slightly opened his eyes. He looked at the woman who was busying herself in the kitchen, then slowly stood up and moved towards the master bedroom.

He pushed open the door and saw a white double bed.

Without thinking, he walked over to the bed, took off his shoes and laid down.

After covering himself with the blanket, hmm … The smell of a wife.

He narrowed his eyes and took off all of his clothes. Right! This was exactly the effect that he wanted. Since he was already in this state, An Zhimo shouldn't be able to kick him out, right?

Ye Zichen closed his eyes in satisfaction, while the phone beside him continued to think. He was afraid that An Zhimo would directly turn off the mute button for him if she heard this. His eyelids twitched as he looked at the unlisted number. The man's sixth sense told him that this was Zheng's number.

Without a second of hesitation, he hung up and called again.

Huo Cheng stared fixedly at the phone as the corner of his mouth curled up into an evil smile. Since she wanted to hear so much from An Zhimo, she would let her hear enough. The sound of footsteps came from outside. Huo Cheng pressed down on the phone and put it on the table.

"Foam, it's me …" Just as the call connected, Zheng Si Chen's low and gentle voice sounded.

An Zhimo pushed open the door, and the smell of alcohol emanating from the man rushed towards her. Turning on the room light, she could clearly see a living person lying on her bed.

An Zhimo could no longer hold back her anger. She rushed straight to the bedside and bellowed, "Who allowed you to sleep here?"

Huo Cheng slowly opened his eyes and looked at the angry little woman. He smiled and said, "My wife, can you not torture me just because I didn't help you drink?"