Mr. Huo, please spoil me

Huo Jiao said calmly: "Our son Jiang Sheng! Jiang Lan, listen, if you don't trust me, we can do a paternity test."

Jiang Lan still stared at her.

Huo Jiao didn't want to look at him anymore. She laughed at herself: "Isn't it ridiculous? The child is so old and you don't know."

In fact, she didn't hide it.

She didn't avoid him deliberately. She was pregnant and gave birth for more than a year and couldn't come back with a child... Now that she's back and met him, she naturally has to settle the matter.

After a while, Jiang Lan asked: "If you have a child, can you not get divorced?"

Huo Jiao smiled lightly.

She asked back: "Why should I keep you? Are you here to make me angry?"

In fact, there is no big conflict between them, it's just that he doesn't love her... The love she once thought was actually just a temporary secretion of dopamine, which disappeared over time.

The rest is the real bloody marriage life.

Afterwards, they didn't speak again.

The driver drove the car to the place where she lived. It was still the same apartment as before. Just opening the door could smell the smell of children. It was a milky fragrance...soft and soft.

Jiang Lan couldn't describe her mood.

All he knew was that when he saw Jiang Sheng for the first time, he fell in love with her.

It's white, tender, and looks particularly good.

Not only handsome, but also divine.

When Jiang Lan obeyed his aunt and took the child in her arms, his eyes were a little moist. He wanted to talk to Huo Jiao, but Huo Jiao went directly into the bedroom to change clothes...

His eyes darkened.

He looked at the sexy dress on her body and remembered that she had just danced with someone else. He knew that she had given up on him, but he was unwilling to give up.

He hasn't signed it for several years.

He couldn't tell how much he loved her, but he was stubbornly unwilling to let her go and let her belong to someone else.

Little Jiang Sheng is 6 months old.

He smiled cheerfully, waving and kicking his chubby hands and legs vigorously. The aunt beside him couldn't help but said: "The young master likes daddy very much!"

Jiang Lan couldn't help but stick to the child.

At this time, Huo Jiao came out of the bedroom. She took off her makeup and changed her clothes. Her face still looked good even without makeup. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail because she wanted to hold her son. She looked very young and must have lived a good life. good.

Jiang Lan felt that she was getting old.

He felt unbalanced.

With a servant nearby, he couldn't speak loudly, so he lowered his voice and asked, "Why didn't you just tell me about your pregnancy? Why did you send the divorce papers?"

"No more love!"

Little Jiang Sheng was still young and didn't understand this, and Huo Jiao had no scruples. She said bluntly: "I don't feel the love in our marriage, but I want this child. Of course, Jiang Lan listens to you if you don't get a cent." , I can't do anything against you, let alone sue you, and our Huo family can't afford to be embarrassed! How much alimony we give now depends entirely on your conscience."

Jiang Lan was angry and funny.

He looked at her: "When you come back, are you going to ask me for alimony?"

Also, he felt wrong when she said there was no love between them. He has never had the idea of ​​developing outward, and he thinks she does too, so why don't they?

He explained: "I was too busy at that time."

Huo Jiao paused. She asked her aunt to stay away. When they left, she hugged the child. She said softly: "I don't want to argue with the dead, but Jiang Lan, please think about it for yourself. When you were with Song Qingqing, No matter how tired you are, you will pick her up from get off work late at night and take her to the apartment to cook... As for my wife, if I want to see you, I have to wait for half a month. Let me go abroad. I want to say something to you. Want to go through the secretary? Tell me, what kind of couple are we?"

"The child is just an accident! If you don't want it, I will raise it myself."