ick you up if it's late."Wen Man dared not let him take it, and proactively said: “I can take a taxi back myself, it’s the same.”He Shao-ting did not insist.His relationship with Wen Man really doesn'...After Wen Man finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

She directed the workers, and in less than half a day, a suite was tidied up.

After setting everything up, Wen Man leaned against the sofa and rested.

In the afternoon, she saw no one!

She was in her private space, holding Shao Ting's diary he had left for her, and reading it carefully.

The corners of the eyes, moist and glistening.

She missed him very much.

She misses their feelings for each other…

At four o'clock in the afternoon, a black Maybach slowly came to a stop, and Huo Shaoting got out of the car.

Ho Zhendong and his wife, took the children out, the villa was quiet and unlike the usual festive atmosphere of Chinese New Year. Ho Shaoting called to a servant, his voice slightly hoarse: "Where is the mistress"

The maid knew they had been arguing and hesitated: "Upstairs!"

Ho Shao-ting nodded and slowly went upstairs.

He was still wearing the clothes from two or three days ago, without washing them. He loved cleanliness and should have taken a shower first, but he really wanted to see Wen Man first.

Ho Shaoting easily found Wen Man.

Under the mellow lamplight, she lay asleep on the sofa, so soft and tender.

Get closer, and you'll see a glimmer in her eyes.

Did she cry

Ho Shaoting felt a twinge of guilt in his heart. He propped himself up on one hand by her side, leaning down to kiss her...

Wen Man woke up!

Her long eyelashes fluttered, then met his gaze. After a moment, she came to herself and sat up gently. "You're back"

In her tone, Huo Shaoting could hear the coldness.

He glanced around.

This bedroom was set up really comfortably, like someone who was planning to stay for a while. He leaned down and whispered, "You're mad at me, but you still don't want me to leave, do you You haven't moved out, which means you still care about our marriage."

Wen Man slowly closed the book.

She wore a thin frost on her face, sneering: "Mr. Huo, stop flattering yourself! I'm here for Huo Xi... You wouldn't have forgotten about Huo Xi's condition, would you"

Huo Shaoting was clearly taken aback.

Huo Xi has autism, so... is she staying in this marriage for the sake of the child

The little one snuggled in their mother's arms, holding on tightly with tiny hands, as Wen Man read them a fairytale.

Wen Man's voice sounded very nice, gentle with a hint of raspy. It made Huo Shao Ting think back to those sultry nights when she was beneath him, her voice hoarse as she begged for mercy...

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily as he gently placed the bottle in Little Ho Xi's arms.

Ho Xi was holding a drink.

After drinking most of the bottle, she felt sleepy, her little head bobbing back and forth.

Wen Man's voice became softer...

As night deepened, she patted Xiao Huo Xi's shoulder and softly hummed a lullaby to her.

Ho Shaoting bent down and leaned closer, whispering: "She's asleep!"

Wen Man carefully put the little girl down, and kissed her forehead before getting off the bed.

She went to see Yunsi next door again.

Now that An Si could sleep alone in the nursery, there were two nannies taking turns on duty at night. Wen Man walked out and Huo Shaoting followed closely behind her. In the deserted corridor, he held her hand and gently pressed her against the wall.

"Wen Man, how long will you continue to keep me at a distance"

“I and her, won’t have anything!”

……

Wen Man leaned against his shoulder, pushed him away, and walked towards her bedroom.

Ho Shaoting once again grasped her slender wrist.

Let's talk!

Wen Man stopped her steps, her slender figure even more delicate under the dim light.

In just a few days, she has lost quite a bit of weight.

Where does it look like she just gave birth two months ago

"Man's voice was hoarse: "What else is there left to talk about From the moment Chu Lian appeared, I've shown repulsion and disgust. But if you truly cared for me, if you really considered me your wife, you wouldn't have made this decision."

She finished speaking and walked straight to her bedroom.

The slight sound of the door closing, much like Huo Shaoting's loss...relationship with Shaoting, and the other children in the family, even if fraught with difficulties, always maintained a sense of reason. Only Chongguang was like a moth drawn to a flame, reckless and...