Chapter 231

Xiao Lang is not shy at all. He goes over and nestles in her arms.

Huo Huaichen closed the door, sat in the driver's seat and adjusted the rearview mirror. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The angle just can face Xia Zhi.

Start the engine and drive slowly onto the road.

Back to Huo house. It's very late. Huo Huaichen stops the car and turns around to see Xiao Lang sleeping in Xia Zhi's arms.

He opened the door. Motioned her son to him, summer Gardenia just light swept him one eye, did not listen to him, holding Xiaolang want to get off.

However, when she wanted to get down, she found that it was very difficult for her child to get out of the car.

She frowned in chagrin, not willing to admit it. At this time, she was really powerless.

At this time, a pair of powerful arms, from her arms will be sleeping Xiao Lang over, relaxed one hand to hold up. Xiao Lang unconsciously puts his hand around his neck and sleeps on his shoulder.

Xia Zhi had a look, said nothing, followed them into the villa.

Upstairs, Tang wanran stood in front of the window, staring at them.

A harmonious picture of a family of three walking together. It hurt my eyes.

Huo Huaichen takes Xiao Lang into the room prepared for him in advance, gently puts it on the bed, and then takes off his coat, trousers, shoes and socks.

Xia Zhi stood behind them. She noticed that he was very gentle and familiar with them.

I can't help thinking. I'm afraid it's hard for him to take care of his son alone these years.

Even so, she would not have half of gratitude and heartache, because it was totally different from cheating her.

Pull the quilt over. Covering Xiaolang, Huo Huaichen turns back and looks at the coldness on Xia Zhi's face with the soft light of the wall lamp.

Whether it's an apology or an explanation, he understands. Now is not the time, so. He whispered, "your room hasn't moved. You'd better sleep there."

"No more." Xia Zhi is not deliberately cold to him. On the contrary, it was quiet, and there was no fluctuation in the voice. "I sleep with Xiao Lang."

She didn't look at him any more. She untied her coat and went straight into the bathroom.

Huo Huaichen looked there, turned back and walked out slowly.

Instead of going back to his room, he went downstairs and took the wine from the cupboard. A person sitting on the sofa in the living room, the irritability in the heart, just want to use alcohol to reduce.

On the stairs, gently walk down one person. Long hair down to the waist, neckline down, legs under the white nightgown looming.

Tang wanran sat opposite Huo Huaichen and looked at him with a pair of misty eyes. "Xiao Lang is the son of you and Xia Zhi."

Huo Huaichen didn't speak and poured another cup.

Tang wanran chuckled, "I'm quite predestined with him. If everything goes well that night, he can be regarded as the second baby I brought to the world. I will love him very much, just like Xiao Rui. "

Huo Huaichen put down the glass, slightly red eyes, straight to her.

Cold, sharp, full of scrutiny.

Tang wanran was a little frightened by him. She leaned back and looked at him pitifully. "Huaichen, why do you look at me like this?"

Huo Huaichen poured a glass of wine again and did it.

The burning sensation in his throat stimulated his consciousness again and again, but he was more sober.

He raised his eyes again and opened his lips slightly. "You owe me an explanation."