m slid across her cheek.He reached out and only then did he realize it was tears……He Gu Changqing would actually cry What a joke! A colossal joke!Just a woman, why should she make him cry.< Like, who...Huo Jiao cursed him a scoundrel, "There's still a child in the car!"

Jiang Lan leaned forward, wiping the rearview mirror, and smiled: "He's so young, how could he understand When he's older, we have to be extra careful...lead by example!"

He is not serious.

Huo Jiao was too lazy to bother with him. A marriage between equal families had one good thing: neither party needed to lower themselves to the other, let alone grovel and fawn. She didn't need his investment; she could invest herself if she wanted to.

Jiang Lan knew in his heart that...

But he throws with, and to her, it's different.

He glanced at her one last time before slowly withdrawing his hand, pressing down on the accelerator... Along the way, they chatted idly about tonight's conversation for a while. Xiao Jiang Sheng, nestled in her child seat, quietly fell asleep.

Back at the hotel, Jiang Lan heard her son get off the car and came over to hug him.

Wow, the diaper is really full. Looks like he peed in the car.

He glanced at Huo Jiao and said softly, "She's well-fed and healthy. She can eat and sleep well! She's just a bit too naive, and I don't know which one of us she inherited from."

He spoke in riddles, but how could Huo Jiao not know he was using metaphors.

She disagreed: "What's good about being simple Besides, Jiang Lan listens, how old is Jiang Sheng You can tell if he's innocent or not... No, you mean he's stupid, right!"

Huo Jiao followed behind him, a little flustered.

Suddenly, Jiang Lan turned around. She was holding her son in one hand and with the other, she put it around the back of his neck and leaned down to kiss her. Because they were in the hotel lobby, the kiss was just a light peck, nothing deep.

Huo Jiao was taken aback.

Then, she gently caressed his handsome face, also blocking the spring light. Her voice was slightly hurried: "Jiang Lan listen, we are outside..."

He stared intently: "Just go back to your room, right"

Huo Jiao blushed uncharacteristically.

Even though they had been dating for many years before getting married, she was still uncomfortable with him sharing such private matters outside their relationship. She didn't know how to say no without seeming overly sensitive or dramatic.

Ginger listened quietly and let him take her to the top-floor penthouse.

As soon as he entered the room, he changed Xiao Jiangsheng's diaper and even gave him a little bottom wash. He was very professional about it.

He wasn't eager to jump into a relationship with Huo Jiao like an impulsive young man.

When he was taking care of his son, he told her to take a bath and relax.

Huo Jiao originally wanted to take over, seeing that he was taking good care of it, so she took a yukata and went for a bath.

When Xiao Jiangsheng woke up, it was time to go out.

Jiang Lan was rolling up his shirt sleeves, playing building blocks with his son. He glanced at Huo Jiao when she came out, seemingly nonchalant. Huo Jiao, however, noticed that the area of his pants was bulging.

But Mr. Jiang's expression remained composed and reserved.

Huo Jiao cursed lowly, calling the other person a beast. Then she walked to the living room and began reading the script...

Remaining, Jiang Lan pinched Xiao Jiang Sheng's face and asked his son: "Is Dad a beast Is Dad a beast..."

He babbled a few words: “Daddy is a beast, Daddy is a beast.”

Huo Jiao in the living room heard this and couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Jiang Sheng even said you're a beast,"

Jiang Lan chuckled lowly: "I'm not a beast, where would he be"

When those words were spoken, a silence fell between them.

Xiao Jiangsheng's birth was an accident.

They hadn't had intimacy for a long time. That day, unusually, they shared a night together which resulted in Xiao Jiangsheng... Thinking about it, Huo Jiao felt a brief lapse of consciousness.

But she then shook her head.

She didn't want to, remembering unpleasant things.

But Jiang Lan walked over, encircling her from behind, his thin lips pressed against her tender earlobe, and whispered softly, "Angry"e gentle and considerate than herShe stood before him, her appearance pitiful...That utterance, "Uncle Lu," could no longer be spoken.He settled her in and didn't go into her room until late at night....