face.That face resembled Wen Man in several ways, and Huo Shaoting immediately guessed the whole story.He sneered at Gu Changqing.Gu Changqing met Huo Shaoting's gaze, a hint of barely perceptible pr...Huo Jiao refused.

After she refused him, Jiang Lan remained silent for a long time. He just lay there by her ear, listening to the rain with her... The sound was soft and steady, making one's heart feel heavy.

His body was also unusually hot and damp.

Half of it was rainwater, half his own sweat, and finally, he held her like that, making her very uncomfortable: "Jiang Lan, we can leave now!"

He raised his eyes slightly and looked at her.

She put on makeup when she went out to dinner, looking very beautiful and charming.

Huo Jiao has always been beautiful.

The two daughters of the Huo family were both beautiful. Huo Xi was leaner, belonging to the type of high-end flower, while Huo Jiao was more voluptuous, a beauty with a bright and charming appearance. After giving birth, her figure was fuller than before, adding a touch of feminine charm.

Once upon a time, he saw her as a girl because Huo Jiao was truly delicate.

But at this point, there was nothing that could give him a feeling...that she was his wife, the woman he shared a bed with, yet they had missed that process, and directly had a son.

Jiang Lan listened without further insistence.

He started the car and drove Huo Jiao home. As the car started, she spoke: "Jiang Sheng is at my parents' place!"

Jiang Lan heard a soft hum in response.

He turned the steering wheel and drove towards the Huo residence.

A fine rain fell like silk threads. Inside the car, neither the man nor the woman spoke, an unusual silence hung in the air.

Half an hour later, the car slowly drove into the black wrought iron gates of Huo's mansion. It circled the square in the courtyard once before finally stopping in the parking lot in front of the door…

Huo Jiao opened the car door and got out.

Jiang Lan suddenly grabbed her slender wrist and whispered, "Your parents probably haven't gone to sleep yet. I'll get off the car with you!"

Huo Jiao leaned sideways to look at him.

Suddenly, her heart began to race, a feeling of something unknown surged through her.

...and finally, there was a slight moisture in the corners of her eyes.

She gently broke free from him, opened the car door and got out. Jiang Lan was quick, he stepped out of the car before her and held up an umbrella for her. It was about 50 meters to the entrance hall.

The rain was falling rather heavily.

Jiang Lan held her slender shoulder, walking beside her, the rain beating on the black umbrella he was holding... each drop, crisp as a pearl.

The moment he stepped inside, he suddenly squeezed her hand.

His eyes, too, under the mellow light, seemed inscrutable.

The moment is so peaceful.

He too yearned for her, not with lust, but with a deep longing to have her near, to see her, to talk to her. To simply be in the same room as her, even if they were just doing mundane things together, filled him with a sense of contentment and fulfillment.

These were things he hadn't experienced when he married her.

At that time, he had regrets in his heart.

It wasn't that he liked Song Qingqing, nor was it that he couldn't forget their past. It was simply that he couldn't accept his own mistakes.

Two years passed. When he and Huo Jiaotian went their separate ways, and she gave birth to a son for him, his mood changed completely... But the love in Huo Jiao's heart had also worn away.

Jiang Lan listened and said sorry to the person beside her.

Ho Jiao's body stiffened.

She thought she understood what he meant. Under the lamplight, her brow and eyes softened slightly: “Go inside first!”

Jiang Lan was about to say something more when a voice came from inside, "Why are you still dawdling at the door Your son has been making a fuss for ages. Did our conversation delay your romantic rendezvous"

They didn't pursue it any further, Huo Jiao went inside first.

Indeed, Xiao Jiangsheng was crying, she must miss her mother!

Huo Jiao picked up her son and kissed him, and the little guy immediately stopped crying and nestled quietly in his mother's arms... so white, chubby, and cute.

Jiang Lan also wanted to hug his son, but in front of Huo Shaoting, he didn't dare to be presumptuous.

So he respectfully stepped forward and said, "Dad!"ongguang leaned back: "Traitor!"Huo Yuns thought knew he wasn't truly blaming him, so he smiled again: "People are worried about you! By the way, what are your plans Don't go see Xiao Huo Xing... Well...