C130 Heat or Not

Huo Cheng saw that both of them had left, so he opened the door to the lounge again. A woman was lying on a big, dark bed, wrapped in a ball.

"Wife?" Huo Cheng poked the woman, who pretended to be dead, then pulled the quilt away. He then said softly, "Don't hide inside. Is it hot?"

An Zhimo stuck out her red face, frowning deeply as she asked, "What about them?"

"The door is waiting for you." Huo Cheng chuckled, a teasing look in his eyes.

Huo Cheng pulled the person out from under the blanket, "Didn't you want to get back to see Secretary Sun earlier? I'll get her to come in later to accompany you?"

An Zhimo stared at the man in front of her with a flushed face. "Are you done yet?!"

Huo Cheng bent down and tried to kiss An Zhimo, but he was pushed away.

"Get up, I'm going to get up."

"Fine." However, Huo Cheng didn't force An Zhimo. Instead, he looked at her fair shoulders and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Do you want me to help you put them on?"

An Zhi was momentarily stunned before she glared at him fiercely. "Stay away from me!"

Huo Cheng was kind enough to help her pick up the clothes and put them on the bed. He sat on the sofa opposite her and admired his wife's change of clothes.

An Zhi turned her head to look at the man's nervous smile, gritting her teeth.

He turned around and put the clothes on one by one.

She dressed intently, deliberately ignoring the burning gaze of the man behind her. After putting on his clothes with much difficulty, his legs softened and he fell backwards.

Huo Cheng pulled her into his arms and said with an evil smile, "Wifey, are you still too sick or is husband just too amazing?"

An Zhimo pushed Huo Cheng away and walked out.

As An Zhimo was waiting for Huo Cheng to finish his work, a knock sounded on the door. An Zhimo stood up and returned to the lounge.

She sat back on the sofa and sent a message to An Xiaomo while listening to the two of them talking about their work.

"Little Mo, obediently wait for Mom and Dad to come and pick you up after school."

"Yes." An Xiaomo replied instantly.

An Zhimo couldn't help but frown as she looked at her son's text message.

Fellow An Xiaomo actually dared to play on his cellphone in class.

On the other side, An Xiaomei had just put down her cellphone when she met the teacher on the podium. Her heart was strong as she put her mobile back into her bag as if no one was around her.

As for the teacher at the podium, he felt very helpless. He could only pretend that he did not see anything as he turned around to give his lesson.

Who told An Xiaomo to not only be cute at school, but also have good grades, so the children in the class also listened to him.

So she chose to forgive him.

Finally, class teacher walked in from outside the classroom. Looking at the radish in the classroom, he slowly said, "Tomorrow morning we are going to the park to paint, so please ask every child to have their parents prepare lunch. Furthermore, we will be preparing well tomorrow. There will also be a small gift from teacher as a reward. "

Shen Mo Fan looked at An Xiao Mo, who was beside him, and shyly looked at his new name, "Huo Yuqi, what are you preparing for tomorrow?"

Shen Mo Fan really wanted to know what teacher's present was. In order to get first place, she would first find out what her tablemate was prepared for.

An Xiaomo remained silent.

That was because An Zhimo could not cook at all, nor did she possess Huo Cheng's level of skill. He was also having a hard time figuring out what kind of skills he should prepare to stand out amongst the other children. However, he was still loyal to reality. He knew that there was no hope for him.

"Hey!" Shen Mo Fan poked his arm, "I really want to be number one."

An Xiaomo suggested, "My parents can't cook. Why don't your parents help me prepare a copy when they're doing it? "

Shen Mo Fan pursed his lips, "But my mother still needs to prepare for Su Ming."

An Xiaomo did not think so. "Since we've already made our preparations, let's have another set."

Shen Mo Fan, "…"

"..."

Huo Chengzhen and An Zhimo sat in the car and went to pick An Xiaomo up.

Looking at the information in his hand, Huo Cheng smiled slightly, "Alright, we already agreed to meet at the same place tonight." You can't take anyone else with you! "

It had been posted to him last month.

He thought of how a house full of single dogs would look when they saw the happiness of their family. Just thinking about it made him feel secretly delighted.

But...

Very quickly, the friends in the group rejected them all.

Zhao Muyang said, "Cousin, I can't go today. Soft has been crying non-stop at home. I'm afraid my wife won't be able to take care of it alone."

Zhang Tianhao said, "It's my mother's birthday today, so I can't go out. Have fun."

Lu Zhihao said, "I'm busy."

The nameless anger in Huo Cheng's heart flared up. "Since when did Lu Zhihao participate in their party?" Now, she rejected him in such a manner.

Meng Jiuliang said, "Ah Sen, I …"

Huo Chengming said, "What can you do alone? Why didn't you come?"

Yuan Haoran said, "Alright, Director Huo finally managed to form a board. You guys are not giving us any face this way."

Meng Jiuliang, "Alright then …"

Jia Yi En said, "Alright, since it's been a long time since we've had a fight, we should gather at Hong Kong."

Meng Jiuliang said, "Is Brother Tianze coming or not?"

Zhang Tianze rarely returned to the Zhang Residence. Other than during New Year, he didn't ask about the Zhang Clan's matters.

After a long while, Zhang Tianze returned, "I'm not going. I need to prepare lunch for Mo Fan and Su Yong tomorrow."

Huo Cheng was very angry. Originally, there were only a few people here, but now, most of them had let him go. Even if it was just one person, he would still have to arrange it.

The phone rang. Huo Cheng picked up the call in a bad mood, then said to the person inside, "I have something to do."

On the other end of the phone, Old Lady Huo was also shocked by Huo Cheng's tone. "Why are you saying such things?"

"Grandmother."

"Alright, why aren't you guys returning home? Today is Tianhao's mother's birthday. The Zhang Family originally invited us to accompany Xinyang to the Zhang Family. Didn't I tell you about this last month?"

"Grandmother, we won't be going today. Zhimo and I still have other things to do." Huo Cheng said disapprovingly.

"Didn't we agree on it earlier?" Old Madam Huo said unhappily.

Who knew that Huo Cheng would directly and confidently say, "Grandma, let me tell you the truth. The reason why I don't want to go to the Zhang Family with An Zhimo is because I don't want her to meet that Zheng Scholar." Of course, I don't want to meet him either. "

Old Madam Huo only returned after a long while. "Why are you so stingy?"

However, Huo Cheng didn't seem to care at all. "That's exactly what I am. Alright, I'll hang up, Grandma."

An Zhi frowned as she looked at him from the side. Huo Cheng chuckled, pinching her broadcast as he joked, "What are you looking at me for?" You still want to do some more sports with your husband? "

An Zhimo's face turned red as she swore in a low voice, "You hoodlum."

The two of them rushed to An Xiaomo's kindergarten and took him with them to Club Number 1.

The moment the three of them walked into the room, the waiter beside them quickly went up to them, "Director Huo, do you still have your usual seat?"

Huo Cheng nodded his head and held An Xiaomo in his arms.

Huo Cheng rarely brought women to his private banquet, not to mention that he was carrying a child in his arms. The waiters beside him could not help but take a few more curious glances at him.