Mr. Huo, please spoil me

Huo Jiao refused.

After she rejected him, Jiang Lan didn't move for a long time. He just lay in her ear, listening to the sound of rain outside with her... the patter of rain made her heart wet.

His body was also extremely hot and humid.

Half was soaked by the rain, and half was his burning body wetness. Finally, he held her like that, making her very uncomfortable: "Jiang Lan, listen, you can go!"

He raised his eyes slightly and looked at her.

When I went out for dinner, she put on makeup and looked very bright and attractive.

Huo Jiao has always been good-looking.

The two daughters of the Huo family are both good-looking. Huo Xi is thinner and has the look of a high mountain flower, while Huo is more delicate and plump, with the look of a bright beauty. In addition, her figure is better than before after giving birth. It is plumper and adds a bit of feminine charm.

In the past, he thought she was a girl because Huo Jiao was really delicate.

But at this moment, and never again, he could have a feeling... that she was his wife, the woman who slept with him, but they skipped that process and had a son directly.

Jiang Lan heard no entanglement.

He started the car and took Huo Jiao home. When the car started, she said, "Jiang Sheng is at my parents' place!"

Jiang Lan snorted slightly.

He turned the steering wheel and drove towards Huo Zhai.

The drizzle was like silk, and neither the man nor the woman in the car spoke, and it was unusually quiet.

Half an hour later, the car slowly drove into the black carved door of Huo's house, circled the square in the courtyard, and finally stopped on the parking lot in front of the door...

Huo Jiao opened the car door and got out of the car.

Jiang Lanting suddenly grabbed her thin wrist and whispered: "Your parents should still be asleep at this point, I'll get off the car with you!"

Huo Jiao turned to look at him.

Suddenly, her heart beat faster and something unknown surged through her.

Eventually it turned into slightly wet eyes.

She gently broke away from him, opened the car door and got out of the car. Jiang Lan heard that he was very fast and got out of the car before her and held an umbrella for her. This place was still about 50 meters away from the entrance.

The rain was a little heavier.

Jiang Lanting held her thin shoulders and walked side by side with her. The rain hit the black umbrella he was holding... a sound was as clear as beads.

The moment he entered the room, he suddenly held her hand tightly.

The color of his eyes also looked unpredictable under the dim yellow light.

This moment is so peaceful.

He also longed for her so much. It had nothing to do with desire, but he longed for her to be by his side all the time. He could see her, talk to her, and sit together at home. Even if she was doing insignificant things, he felt that Full and beautiful.

These were things he didn't experience when he married her.

At that time, he had regrets in his heart.

It's not that he likes Song Qingqing, it's not that his old relationship is unforgettable, but that he can't accept his mistakes.

Two years later, when he and Huo Jiao were separated, and when she gave birth to a son for him, his mood was completely different... But the love in Huo Jiao's heart was also wiped out.

Jiang Lan heard the people around her and said sorry.

Huo Jiao stiffened.

She thought she understood what he meant. Under the lamp, her eyebrows were light: "Go in first!"

Jiang Lan wanted to say something else, but Huo Shaoting's voice came from inside: "Why are you still lingering at the door? My son has been making trouble for a long time. Why is it delaying your romance?"

They didn't bother anymore, and Huo Jiao went in first.

Sure enough, little Jiang Sheng is crying, probably because he misses his mother!

Huo Jiao picked up her son and kissed him. The little guy immediately stopped crying and lay obediently in his mother's arms... he was white, tender and fleshy.

Jiang Lan also wanted to hug his son, but in front of Huo Shaoting, he did not dare to make a mistake.

So he stepped forward respectfully: "Dad!"