C97 Fried Flower

An Zhimo closed her eyes, a teardrop sparkling and translucent at the corner of her eyes. His body was still trembling slightly from the intense act of sex he had just committed.

Huo Cheng pulled the woman into his arms and looked down at the shy and delicate woman. He thought of the ecstasy he felt just now. His throat tightened and his eyes turned deeper. It was easy to suppress his emotions. His desire was ignited once again.

It didn't take long for An Zhimo to notice his change as well. Her body stiffened, and she bit her lower lip.

Huo Cheng leaned over and kissed the slightly salty tears at the corner of her eyes. He then asked softly, "Wife, are you tired?"

Hearing this, An Zhimu's face turned even redder, and she was even more at a loss as to how to reply.

Huo Cheng didn't even get a reply from her as he regretfully said, "I was afraid that you'd be sick. Your husband is suffering. Let's do it again, okay?"

With a 'bang', An Zhimo's brain exploded. Before she could say anything, the man's hot kiss had already landed on her.

A man who has been in a vegetarian state for many years cannot help but taste meat.

If not for the fact that An Zhimo had started to cry, Huo Cheng would have really wished that he had spent the entire night in bed.

An Zhimo lay exhausted on the bed, her entire body limp and sore. Her head rested against his shoulder, unmoving.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Both of them were covered in sweat, causing An Zhimo to be unable to hold herself back and stand up.

"I'll help you with the bath water." At this moment, Huo Cheng became especially easy to talk to.

Seeing the man's departing figure, An Zhimo once again hid herself in the blanket, exposing only her long black hair that was already tender and tender to the ear.

The moment Huo Cheng came out of his room, he saw An Zhimo looking like an ostrich. With a mischievous smile, he tried to pull up the blanket.

"Wife, hurry up and get up. I'll carry you up."

An Zhimo did her best to cover herself with the blanket.

Huo Cheng laughed, "What are you hiding for? "Which part of you haven't I kissed before?"

Although An Zhimo did not have the personality of a queen, she always appeared to be distant and indifferent. However, only he could see her pout.

Thinking of this, his possessiveness was greatly satisfied.

Huo Cheng sat on the edge of the bed as he watched An Zhimo's back towards him. He reached his arm into the blanket and moved forward along her smooth back.

However, Huo Cheng didn't do anything to her. After all, she was the woman he held in high regard.

In the future, the two of them would have a lifetime. They wouldn't care about this moment at all.

Following that, Huo Cheng was especially easy to talk to. He helped her bathe and asked her what she wanted to eat.

This caused An Zhimo to sigh with emotion. A man was truly a creature of the lower half of his body, enjoying Huo Cheng's considerate service.

On the other side, in the old house of the Huo family.

An Xiaomo sat obediently beside Huo Jianguo, writing her homework.

Huo Jianguo put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at the vile character beside him, "Grandpa can teach you if there's any questions that Little Mo doesn't know how to answer."

An Xiaomo blinked at Huo Jianguo and nodded, "Thank you, Grandpa."

Huo Jianguo carried his grandson to his side in satisfaction.

An Xiaomo took a look at her homework and said helplessly, "Grandpa, we have nothing else to do but copy today."

"Then let's practice."

Huo Jianguo originally wanted to practice calligraphy with An Xiaomo, but he realized that although he wasn't sure who the child was learning it from, he was still doing well.

"Little Mo, you're really smart." Huo Jianguo couldn't help but sigh.

"No, Mommy often teaches me to read and write." An Xiaomo pursed her lips, her eyes narrowing into a line. "Although I'm young, I can write a lot of words." It was Mommy who taught me. "

An Xiaomo felt that she really was a good son of the universe without land. Not only did she want to please everyone, but she also had to do a favor for Mommy. Could he say that he was a little tired?

Huo Jianguo felt his heart soften as he looked at the adorable look on his child's face.

From the looks of it, that An Zhimo was not completely clueless. At the very least, she had taught the child to be lively and adorable.

At this moment, An Zhimu was enjoying Huo Cheng's service in peace. She was drowsy and was about to fall asleep. It was already the morning of the second day when she woke up again.

He slowly opened his eyes and found that there was no one beside him.

He slowly got up and the blanket fell down, revealing his fair skin. The surface was covered with red marks, clearly showing Huo Cheng's possessive desire for her.

He picked up the bathrobe that Huo Cheng had prepared and put it on. When he opened the door, he could smell a fragrance wafting up from upstairs.

He slowly walked down the stairs and saw Huo Cheng standing with his back to him in the kitchen, making breakfast.

Huo Cheng had also heard the commotion. Turning around, he saw An Zhimo wearing her own bathrobe, which made her look even more petite and cute.

He placed the breakfast on the dining table outside. "Wife, go wash up first. The breakfast will be ready in a moment."

An Zhimo leaned forward. It was a simple breakfast, but the man had already cooked four or five different dishes.

After washing up, Huo Cheng was still busy in the kitchen.

She picked up a Soup Dumplings and put it into her mouth. Just as she took a bite out of it, the next second, she felt a wave of retching …

It was really because his wife was too salty.

Fortunately, Huo Cheng didn't notice her movements though.

He sneaked a glance at the location of the kitchen and destroyed the Soup Dumplings' corpse. He never thought that Huo Cheng would make such a troublesome item for him.

Although he was moved, he did not have the courage to try other things.

He looked at the man who was still busy, and the corner of his mouth lifted up involuntarily.

After all, it would be amazing if a proud son of heaven like Huo Cheng decided to go to the kitchen for him. Even though the culinary skills weren't that good.

Huo Cheng turned and saw An Zhenyi secretly chuckling on the other side. With a slight raise of his eyebrows, he walked towards her.

"Wifey, why are you laughing in secret here?" Huo Cheng placed the porridge in front of her and pulled her hair behind her ears.

Looking at his daughter's pink and tender face and exquisite facial features, the fire in his heart was ignited once again. His bathrobe was rather big, and when he wore it over her body, it revealed her fair skin …

Desire: Burning Fire Body!

It was probably only now that he understood the realm the word meant.

He did not conceal his desire and lowered his head to kiss it.

"Don't …" An Zhimo had originally wanted to refuse, but it was better not to place the heavy burden of Huo Cheng on her.

An Zhimo pushed the man in front of her with great difficulty. When Huo Cheng finally got up, she directly said, "I'm so hungry."

Huo Cheng looked at her shy appearance and smiled faintly. "Let's eat."

The back of An Zhimu's hand touched the corner of her lips as she walked inside.

It was only then that she noticed that there were not a single package in the kitchen. Huo Cheng also noticed her gaze and coughed awkwardly.

"Actually, this is the first time I've cooked for someone else."

An Zhimo slowly nodded her head, her gaze leaving the pile of trash.

However, she could guess that he had only started cooking recently.

It is a lie to say that he is not moved. A noble young master is now willing to lower his body to cook for you. Everyone would be soft-hearted.

Huo Cheng was sitting opposite to An Zhimo. The moment he sat down, he grabbed his phone and started clapping furiously.