C82 Blush

However, Huo Cheng seemed abnormally calm. He pushed her into his arms, his thin lips pressed against her white earlobes. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Wife, hurry up and let me kiss …"

An Zhi Mo hurriedly avoided Huo Cheng's intimacy, and she keenly heard the footsteps upstairs.

"Put me up, someone is coming down." An Zhimo was so frightened that she hurriedly tried to get up from his body.

"No one." Huo Cheng hugged her waist tightly, licking her ear with the tip of his tongue.

"Stop messing around, there's really someone …" The voices upstairs were getting clearer and clearer. An Zhimo tried to break his fingers, but to no avail.

When the familiar voice of Huo Xinyang rang out again, An Zhimo's lips were ruthlessly kissed by the man.

"Eldest sister-in-law …"

Huo Xinyang walked down the stairs and saw Huo Cheng and An Zhimo sitting on the sofa.

One of them had his head lowered while the other was leaning on the back of the sofa, looking at her with a slight raise of his eyebrows.

"That …" Huo Xinyang was also a bit embarrassed. He looked at the two of them and asked, "Am I ruining your good fortune?"

"What do you think?" Huo Cheng narrowed his eyes.

"But I have something to discuss with my elder sister-in-law." Huo Xinyang hurriedly walked up to An Zhimo and said coquettishly.

She squeezed herself between the two of them and held An Zhimo's hand. Just as she was about to speak up, she turned her head and said with disdain, "Bro, can you step aside for a moment?"

"On what basis?" Huo Cheng looked at her coldly, feeling very displeased.

This girl was really something. She had clearly ruined his plans, but she still wanted him to leave?

Huo Xinyang curled his lips. "Brother!"

An Zhimo patted her shoulder and stood up. "Alright Xinyang, let's go upstairs. What do you want to tell me?"

Huo Xinyang's lips curled up slightly. He stood up as well and said, "Alright. Let's go to my place."

"Yes."

Huo Cheng glanced at the back of An Zhenyi's figure as she left in a natural and unrestrained manner, before clenching his teeth and making gurgling sounds.

"..."

As soon as they went upstairs, they were stopped by Wang Hui and Mrs. Huo.

"Xinyang, why aren't you sleeping here?" Wang Hui frowned.

Huo Xinyang pouted. "I …" "If you have something to say, just say it to sister-in-law …"

"Alright, you can look for your sister-in-law tomorrow if you need anything. Little Mo is about to go to sleep, so let your sister-in-law go take a look at Little Mo first." A smile blossomed on Old Madam Huo's face.

An Zhimo also directly pushed open the nursery and entered.

Looking at everything in the room, the characters of the children's stories were depicted on the walls. The room was still full of these toys. No matter how he looked at it, he had spent quite a bit of time meticulously.

But...

Looking at the different types of bear puppets, Little Pig Page's eyebrows twitched. She remembered that Little Mo was rather disdainful towards these things. After all, An Xiaomo felt that these things were too childish to be played with by children.

However, it seemed like he could still accept it today.

He looked inside the closet at the clothes that the old lady had prepared for An Xiaomo. There were clothes and shoes all year round.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't moved.

She understood why the old man wished for their family to be together at such a young age.

"Little Mo." She walked to An Xiaomo's bedside and sat down. "Do you like it here?"

An Xiaomo was currently wearing the bear pajamas prepared for her by the old lady. "Not bad."

"Grandpa, grandma, grandma, and grandma, they treat you very well. This place isn't bad either, so I'm very satisfied."

An Zhimo, "…"

As he spoke, he slipped into the blanket and wrapped himself tightly. "Mummy, I'm going to sleep now. You should go and rest now."

An Zhimo ruffled his little hair and said, "Good night."

An Xiaomo nodded.

As she got up to go out, she caught sight of a phone on the headboard.

No, that's not right. She clearly gave An Xiaomo a big and smart phone, but who was this guy with a flower on his head?

"Little Mo, you changed phones?" An Zhimo picked up her phone and knitted her brows as she looked at An Xiaomo.

She hadn't noticed this before, but now that she looked at her phone, it was actually new. Could it be that Huo Cheng bought it for her?

An Xiaomo had already closed her eyes when she was done lying down. She stood up and snatched the phone back.

"Mommy, don't you know about other people's things? You can't touch them without permission." An Xiaomo frowned.

"Fine." An Zhimo felt a little guilty. "But this is a design?"

"Jade Flower..." An Xiaomo said awkwardly.

"Good …" "Alright …"

At that time, she was the one who bought the bear shaped phone for him out of a thousand choices, and he even disdained her for being childish. But now, this green flower with a small flower on it, he thinks it's pretty?

An Xiaomei cast a cold glance at her. "This isn't for me …"

"To whom?" An Zhimo asked curiously.

An Xiaomo turned her back to him and said proudly, "Hmph!" "Go to sleep!"

With no other choice, An Zhimu walked out of her son's room and headed for the one deep within Huo Cheng. The door was slightly open. He pushed it open and walked in, only to find that there was no one inside.

An Zhimo secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

When he walked to the bathroom, he realized that he didn't have any clothes to change into. He opened the wardrobe in the depth of Huo Cheng and found that there were no other women's clothes except his.

However, Wang Hui had said that he had already prepared clothes for her.

While she was still lost in her own thoughts, the bathroom door in front of her suddenly opened from the inside.

She was surprised to see Huo Cheng walking out of the house with only a towel wrapped around his body. He was wiping his hair with a towel. His half naked body still had water droplets on it, his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his two long legs.

It turned out that this man was in his room and he was bathing.

Fortunately, she did not push the door open just now.

An Zhimo hurriedly turned her body to the side, while the man behind her walked towards her, step by step. The fragrance of the bath fluid wafted into her nose, causing her to gulp.

"Wife. I forgot to tell you before, I've already taken your clothes away, so there's no clothes for you here. " Huo Cheng slowly spoke up, pressing his body against her back.

An Zhimo snorted coldly. If she had heard this earlier, she would definitely have believed him. After spending so much time together, she naturally knew that this man's proper explanation was basically a lie.

The man's arm went to her chest and pulled her into his embrace. A hand reached into the wardrobe, took out a pair of short white sleeves, and brought it in front of her. "Wife, wear this for today."

An Zhi frowned.

Looking at An Zhimo's motionless appearance, Huo Cheng chuckled softly beside her ear.

"Wife, I don't even wear this." Huo Cheng looked down at her flushed face and laughed out loud.

Huo Cheng only opened his mouth after a long time had passed, "What are you afraid of?" Now that your relatives are here, what will happen to you? Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't fall for you tonight. "

An Zhimo, "…"

She had never thought that Huo Cheng would say such a thing out loud.

With a blush on his face, he grabbed the sleeve in his hand and rushed into the bathroom, ignoring Huo Cheng who was behind him.

The corners of Huo Cheng's mouth curled up slightly as he watched An Zhimo escape in a sorry state.

Upon entering the bathroom, An Zhimo discovered that the interior was filled with a thick masculine scent which was accompanied by the fragrance of hot air, causing her to blush deeply.

On the counter were all kinds of men's toiletries.

Beside him was a neatly arranged storage rack filled with unopened feminine items.

Seems like it was prepared in advance.

Without even thinking about it, An Zhimu immediately locked the door and took off her clothes.

He cleaned himself up, dried his body, and put on his white short-sleeved shirt. Her short sleeves just happened to cover her perky bottom, not revealing anything, but carrying a hint of ambiguity.

An Zhimo bit her lips and suddenly felt some regret.