Mr. Huo, please spoil me

Jiang Lan was stunned for a moment.

He reached into the bedside table and took out a small square box. He usually didn't use it, but this time she was going to film abroad and couldn't get pregnant for the time being.

Later, he looked at her blushing face under the lamp.

He couldn't help but whispered in her ear: "When will we have a baby?"

Huo Jiao caressed his handsome face, her voice trembling slightly: "Jiang Lan, do you think now is the right time? Are you ready to be a father?"

In his heart, the shadow of Song Qingqing's death still lingered.

Huo Jiao doesn't think it's suitable for them to have a child now...

Hearing this, Jiang Lan paused, his dark eyes staring at her unfathomably, and then everything got a little out of control...

He had never treated her like this.

It's hearty and a little rough, it's comfortable, but it's also a little painful.

Afterwards, Huo Jiao went to take a bath. After taking a bath, it was already two o'clock in the morning. Jiang Lan was not in the bedroom. She looked around and saw him on the terrace...

It was a hot day, so he just put on a thin bathrobe after finishing his work. He leaned on the cool sofa on the terrace to blow the air, holding a cigarette between his slender fingers and smoking slowly.

Jiang Lan rarely smokes at home, or rather, he rarely smokes at home.

Huo Jiao went over and sat next to him.

She looked sideways at him and said sincerely: "How about we get a divorce! Listen to Jiang Lan, it's not impossible to divorce based on our conditions! If you calm down for a year or two after divorce, you can still find your love. Rose, I think I can also find someone who suits me... We really don’t need to live in such an awkward way. Now, we were going to get married, wasn’t that the plan? "

The night wind blew away the smoke between his fingers.

His entire body was shrouded in smoke, making his upright face a little more unpredictable.

After a while, he smiled lightly: "You just got out of bed, and this is all you want?"

He clearly didn't want to talk.

Huo Jiao didn't mean to say any more. She stood up and said, "Okay, I'll go to bed first!"

After Huo Jiao fell asleep, Jiang Lan remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to ask her when she would leave... When he got up early the next morning, he looked at Huo Jiao's sleeping face and wanted to push her up and ask. Later, he thought about this This kind of thing usually takes ten and a half days, so he thought about it and decided to talk about it at night.

But he didn't expect that Huo Jiao's flight was at two o'clock in the afternoon.

She has a visa exemption.

When Huo Jiao woke up, Jiang Lanting was no longer in bed. She lay down for a while and her whole body was still sore. To be honest, Jiang Lanting was not a young man in his early 20s anymore, but he was really a beast when he went crazy!

She thought about it and sent him a WeChat message.

[I have a flight at [-]pm and have to sign a contract. 】

Jiang Lan heard that he was in a meeting. He turned off his mobile phone and didn't see it.

He wanted to take a rest at noon, but didn't turn on the phone.

Until three o'clock in the afternoon, after the meeting, Jiang's father talked to him for a while and said that he had not taken Huo Jiao home for dinner several times since they got married: "Your mother always buys Huo Jiao when she goes shopping. Thing, if you take her back, your mother won’t nag her in my ear.”

Jiang Lanting smiled slightly: "Okay! I'll get off work early in the evening and take Huo Jiao home for dinner."

Only then did Father Jiang let him go.

But as someone who has been through this, he still advised his son: "Get along well and be patient with your wife!"

Jiang Lan still smiled lightly.

Father Jiang left, he took his cell phone out of his pocket and opened it...

There were several missed calls and a WeChat message from Huo Jiao. She said her flight was at two o'clock in the afternoon... Looking at it again, several missed calls were also made by her.

But he keeps shutting down...

Jiang Lanting quickly called him, but gave up as soon as he called him. Now Huo Jiao was already on the plane...

He was stunned for a long time and slowly sat down on the chair.

In fact, the reason he has been cold to her for so long is not because he doesn't like her, nor because he misses Song Qingqing. He just can't accept the stains in his life. He has always been a bit perfectionistic.

But Song Qingqing died in front of him.

He couldn't accept it, looking like that...