One person is also a person, and one more person is actually a person.
"There's nothing wrong with having one more person to love Mianmian!" Huo Xi said calmly.
Wen Man knew what was going on.
She felt a little emotional, but couldn't say much. The two children had grown up.
Huo Xi drank tea lightly, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a figure.
It's Zhang Chongguang.
He was wearing a very elegant windbreaker, carrying his luggage, and looking at the dust, he must have just come from the opportunity.
Huo Xi was slightly startled.
When did he come back? Did he hear their conversation?
However, Zhang Chongguang looked as usual.
He put down his suitcase and gently hugged Wen Man: "Mom!"
Wen Man patted the back of his hand: "Talk to Huo Xi for a while!"
Zhang Chongguang nodded and watched her leave. He didn't look back until Wen Man was out of sight and asked Huo Xi in a low voice, "Are you feeling better?"
Huo Xi drank the lipstick tea in a disguised manner: "It's almost good!"
Zhang Chongguang sat down.
The servant brought another cup at the right time. He poured himself a cup, took a sip and said, "If you like living at home, we can move back here and Mianmian will be taken care of."
Hosie shook his head slightly.
She was free after working hard for a while, and she didn't want to bother her parents to worry about her. She was at an age that should have been free.
Zhang Chongguang did not insist: "That's fine! I will take time to accompany you."
In the courtyard, the flowers are blooming just right.
The breeze blew slowly, and after the heat on his body subsided, he felt comfortable.
The two hadn't seen each other for several days, so Zhang Chongguang couldn't help but want to get close to her. He walked behind her chair and hugged her body gently. He leaned behind her ear and said in a hoarse voice: "I'll be gentler next time."
He guessed that it was early that morning and he was in a hurry.