Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Madam has already entered the emergency room.

It turned out that he was like a time bomb, under the seemingly cold and calm shell, there was hidden energy that could destroy everything at any time.

But now he seems to have a well-thought-out idea, and his attitude has become more comfortable.

Was it her decision to nod and agree to join his company that made him feel that she was back under his control?

Then why does he still like to circle around her after the desire to control is satisfied?

——She didn't think his appearance during the power outage was a coincidence.

Is it true that he fell in love with her as he said?Regret everything you have ever done?

Cheng Zhi thought about similar questions more than once.

But every time the result is the same as this moment.

Even if everything he said was true.

She also had a hard time forgiving him.

Not to mention re-entrusting him with trust.

It's nine o'clock when I get home.

When opening the door, Cheng Zhi looked behind him like a thief.

But Huo Linyuan had already stepped forward with his long legs, walking towards the deep corner.

The silver-gray suit is crisp, the gait is calm, and the demeanor is cold, which is incompatible with the dilapidated corridor with dim lights and mottled walls.

Cheng Zhi thought of the expensive, exquisite and gorgeous villa in Mingyue Manor, and felt that it was the place where he should live.

"Mom, uncle didn't even say good night to me." Cheng Wang was also looking at Huo Linyuan with his mouth pouted.

Cheng Zhi regained consciousness, opened and closed the door, and led the baby to stand beside the shoe cabinet.

"So, let's not like him."

"But uncle is so powerful, he gave me a lot of presents, it's so pitiful." Cheng Wang turned his head.

Cheng Zhi bent over to help him take off his shoes, "Poor?"

"Yeah, I'm always alone, and I'm always unhappy."

"Baby wants to help him?"

"Yes, he has been with his mother all the time. I think he is happy."

Cheng Zhi's movements were determined, "How come I've been with you all the time..."

"Yes, we meet a lot."

"Then Uncle Cui, isn't grandma the same?" Out of selfishness, Cheng Zhi didn't want Huo Linyuan to be special in the baby's heart.

"It's different."

Cheng Wang thought about it for a long time, until he was sitting in the tub, and then suddenly said: "It's strange that uncle doesn't laugh, everyone laughs, but he doesn't."

"What if he couldn't laugh naturally?" Cheng Zhi dug a little foam and tapped it on the baby's nose.

Cheng Wang would believe anything his mother said, and his expression suddenly became sad, "Ah, it's pitiful not to be able to laugh."

"Little fool." Cheng Zhi said helplessly.

Is Huo Linyuan really pitiful?

She thought, there should be a little bit of it.

When she was tortured by his revenge, she occasionally felt sorry for him.

He is like a slave manipulated by hatred, and also like a monster grown in darkness and selfishness.

But he was lucky after all.

His parents passed away, and with the help of the Shen family, he successfully escaped from all incidents, concealed his identity, and planned for ten years; he wanted to use her for revenge, and it happened that she was stupid and naive, making his success effortless.

No matter how shrewd she was back then—noticing his secret traces, privately checking the phone he wouldn't let her touch—it wouldn't be when the family was ruined and she realized that he and Cheng Jihai were in collusion, and Cheng Lingshan was ambiguous. Chu.

……

During the weekend break, Cheng Zhi took Cheng Wang to sketch in the botanical garden.

"Meet" Huo Linyuan.

The mother and son carried a drawing book with colored pencils, and the other carried a cartoon backpack.

Standing hand in hand under the Bauhinia tree, where the flowers are in full bloom, as if covered with purple and red butterflies, watching the stern man in casual clothes walk up to him step by step.

"Aren't you so busy that you don't have enough sleep?" Cheng Zhi said coldly, brushed him away, and stretched out to take her hand as if it was a matter of course.