Mr. Huo, please spoil me

Huo Jiao refused.

Her thin shoulders were leaning against the door panel, and her long hair was spread out, looking at her back with an indescribable mature charm. She put her hand on Jiang Lanting's shoulder and murmured: "No...Jiang Lanting, no!"

In the dim light, his eyes were deep.

After a long while, he asked in a low voice: "Have you ever thought about me in these years?"

Huo Jiao smiled bitterly: "I've thought about it! It's all good things that I thought about. It will make me feel better..."

After all, during those one or two years, she was pregnant abroad and had no way of coming back.

In fact, it is lonely.

Jiang Lan lowered his head and looked at her radiant face. He didn't do anything for a long time, and said with a gentle voice: "You sleep with the child! I'll sleep in the guest room."

He said leave, but he still carried her to the bed and placed her at the end of the bed.

He didn't kiss her again, but he came very close to her. His breath was hot on her face, and his dark eyes stared at her... for a long, long time.

He whispered against her: "I've thought about you too."

Their eyes met each other, speechless.

Finally, Huo Jiao turned her face away and said softly: "Aren't you going to the guest room? It's getting late."

Jiang Lan leaned close to her ear, looked at her for a while and said softly: "Have a good rest, I won't disturb your thinking."

He left, and the bedroom was still dark.

Huo Jiao lay on her side on the bed, looking at little Jiang Sheng's face... In the dim light, she could still see that he looked like Jiang Lanting. She was more or less hesitant about what Jiang Lanting said to her just now. .

Didn't sleep well all night.

Early in the morning, Jiang Lan heard that Huo Jiao was still awake when she returned to the bedroom.

Little Jiang Sheng woke up. The six-month-old baby had not yet turned over. He peed on his pants and was hungry, but miraculously, he did not cry.

Those big black eyes were looking at Dad, and his legs were kicking.

With yesterday's experience, Jiang Lanting already had some experience in raising babies. He neatly changed his son's diaper, wiped his butt, and wiped his hands and feet before starting to soak in milk powder.

When the little guy was nestled in his arms, holding a bottle and drinking, while looking at him intently, Jiang Lan heard an indescribable throb in his heart.

He couldn't describe the feeling, and he even had the urge to cry.

Finally, he gently pressed against Xiao Jiang Sheng's face.

This is his flesh and blood, Huo Jiao and his child...a living little thing, warm and real, in his arms.

When Huo Jiao woke up, she saw tears in the corners of his eyes.

She didn't make a sound, leaning on the bedside silently, looking at him quietly.

Jiang Lan turned sideways and saw that she was awake.

At this time, her expression was gentle, and there was no resentment towards him in her eyes... It was as if she had never left in the past two years, as if they had spent two years of happy life and were still living together now.

Jiang Lan listened and watched quietly.

For a long time, little Jiang Sheng cried twice in his arms, then stopped crying, looked at his father with big eyes, and then shook the bottle in his hand.

Jiang Lan couldn't understand what he meant.

Huo Jiao said softly: "He probably hasn't eaten enough. I'll make him some complementary food later."

Jiang Lan put down the bottle.

He teased the child again and inadvertently raised his eyes to see Huo Jiao getting up.

After the reunion, he would always look at her quietly for a long time...but she always ignored her. She seemed to have forgotten that she had liked him and been obsessed with him that much in the past.

A phone call or a WeChat message from Jiang Lan can make her happy for a long time.