Chapter 48: True and False

Mingzhu cried sadly and threw herself into Huo Shaoting's arms.

Wen Man also guessed, gently stroked her hair, and then gave Huo Shaoting a look.

She walked up to Huo Zhendong and thanked the uniformed personnel with a light smile.

Huo Zhendong also vaguely guessed the meaning and sent the person away.

The family finally calmed down, only Mingzhu's suppressed crying, Xiao Shuoshuo was a little overwhelmed, Wen Man went over to hug him, and said softly: "Mom is uncomfortable, can your aunt take you to play?" ”

Xiao Shuo Shuo lowered her face: "Dad said he wanted to call you sister." ”

Wen Man: ......

She glanced at Huo Shaoting.

Huo Shaoting picked up Xiao Shuo Shuo and said to her gently: "I'll take Shuo Shuo to the company, and you accompany Mingzhu." You women should be more convenient to speak. ”

Wen Man snorted.

She prepared some toys and snacks for Shimmer and kissed him before closing the car door for him.

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Huo Zhendong sat on the sofa and smoked, he knocked on the seat next to him, motioned for Wen Man to sit over, and said, "Your mother is going to accompany her first, Manman, come and talk to Dad." ”

Wen Man went over and sat down.

Huo Zhendong loved her very much, and he didn't see anything outside of talking to her, and said softly: "Mingzhu and your uncle, in fact, I approve of it very much, but it seems that Lu Qian has something to do." ”

He said, and Wen Man listened quietly.

After a long time, he whispered again: "If Lu Qian can't give her happiness, neither can others." ”

With that, he walked away.

Wen Man sat there alone, drinking the flower tea poured by the next person, and it took a long time to figure out what Huo Zhendong meant, and she smiled faintly.

Actually, Huo Zhendong is a very good father and very open-minded.

She went upstairs to see the pearl.

I talked with Mingzhu all morning, and later, Mingzhu finally fell asleep.

Wen Man gently covered her with the quilt.

When she went downstairs, she was so excited, for more than a year, she couldn't forget the scene when Mingzhu took Shuo Shuo to line up to buy milk tea, and she queued up for half a day, only willing to buy a cup.

She called Lu Qian.

Lu Qian's voice was tired, but gentle: "How is she?" ”

"It's okay, it's just a little sad."

Wen Man pondered for a long time, but still asked what he wanted to ask: "Uncle, is what is written in the newspaper true?" Are you really going to get engaged to Miss Lan? ”

Lu Qian was silent for a while, and said softly, "Help me take care of her for another half a year." ”

Half a year, as long as half a year......

Wen Man knew that there was a secret involved, so she didn't ask any more questions, and talked about the topic of shimmering again. Originally, Shuo Shuo should have gone to kindergarten at this age, but Lu Qian was resolutely opposed, so he played at home for another year.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Man took Horthy home.

Huo Shaoting came back early and brought Xiao Shuoshuo back, and the two children climbed on the morningdew piano to play, and he was not distressed.

After accompanying him for a while, he called the servant: "Where's the wife?" ”

The maid smiled lightly: "Mrs. is cooking dinner for Miss and Master Shuo!" ”

Huo Shaoting's heart warmed.

He didn't go to the kitchen immediately, but went to see Yun Si first, took a shower and changed into home clothes.

Walking to the kitchen, the two servants withdrew.

Huo Shaoting walked behind Wen Man, hugged her gently, and kissed her dishonestly behind her ear: "Is there any mine?" ”

Wen Man was arranging the plate, saying itchy, let him not make trouble.

"Yours has a servant to do."

Huo Shaoting's eyes were slightly deep, and he looked at his wife.

Wen Man is a perfect wife, she has a good relationship with his parents and sisters, and takes good care of several children, including her own body and skin are also managed the same as before, and he never feels bored when they live as a couple.

But he was not satisfied.

Huo Shaoting didn't know if the seven-year itch between them had arrived. Or, he didn't recover his memory, and Wen Man couldn't find the original feeling?

This made him suffer from both gains and losses.

After dinner, as usual, he took care of Yun Si, Wen Man coaxed Huo Xi to sleep with Xiao Shuoshuo, those two children inherited the genes of the Lu family, and it was very cute to sleep side by side.

Huo Shaoting took some official business home and did it.

He worked in the study until 11 o'clock, and when he came out, he was a little tired, and when he returned to the bedroom, Wen Man was talking to someone on the phone, probably her classmates, and he could vaguely hear the names of Gu Changqing and Bai Wei.

Huo Shaoting came in, and Wen Man hung up the phone.

She looked at him: "Tired or not, take a shower and sleep!" ”

As usual, she went to the cloakroom to get him clothes, where she had carefully ironed every garment, and even the smell of laundry detergent was something he was used to.

A gentle and virtuous wife should be comfortable for a man.

But Huo Shaoting was really not happy, it was too formatted, Wen Man was playing the perfect wife, taking care of him, taking care of the children, and then accompanying him to do a husband and wife thing.

Love or not, she never seems to care.

The part of his lost memory, she never asked again.

This loss of not being valued and unloved is increasing day by day, and he even suspects that he has a psychological disease, and he has seen a psychiatrist alone.

The doctor said that he was not sick, and it may be that the life of the couple is not very harmonious.

At night, when he came by Wen Man, he couldn't help but think twice a week, for a man of his age, wasn't it enough?

Wen Man's face was buried in the pillow.

He was absent-minded, and so was she.

"What are you thinking?" Huo Shaoting leaned over and kissed her.

Wen Man gently put his arms around his neck and hummed softly, "I'm thinking about what to make breakfast for Horsey and Shimmer tomorrow morning......

Huo Shaoting looked at her quietly for a while, and then held her waist.

A love affair that comes to an end.

He got up to take a shower, Wen Man pressed against the sheets, his forehead covered with fine sweat.

In the bathroom, there was a faint hoarse voice.

She was quite surprised, it was Huo Shaoting who was ...... That one?

Just now, he wasn't satisfied?

At this time, as a wife, she shouldn't go to snoop on that privacy, she should give a husband decency, and besides, she was really tired after a busy day, so she raised her hand and buttoned up her pajamas, pulled up the quilt and fell asleep.

Half an hour later, Huo Shaoting came out of the bathroom with a cool body.

He looked at the woman sleeping on the bed, his heart was indescribably complicated, he longed for her, but no amount of warm hugs seemed to be reciprocated.

For most of the past six months, they have not had a bad time.

After all, something is missing!

He didn't want Wen Man to smoke second-hand smoke, so he simply went to the study, lit a cigarette and smoked slowly.

Then convince himself that this life is good and that he should be content.

But the black hole in his heart is getting bigger and bigger......

In the middle of the night, the door was pushed open.

Little Horthy slipped in in a little white dress, holding a pillow, and as soon as she came over, she climbed onto her father's knees and nested comfortably.

Huo Shaoting put aside his worries and kissed his little guy: "Why did you run over?" ”

"Lu Shuo is snoring so loudly."

Huo Shaoting pinched her face: "Why do you call him Lu Shuo?" ”

Little Horthy's little head rested on his father's arm, then pulled the little blanket on his body and closed his eyes gently: "Because Uncle and Grandpa are his father." ”

Huo Shaoting's heart was overflowing with pride.

He kissed the little girl in his arms, then carried him to the couch and lay down, letting Horsi sleep in his arms. Little Horthy was not polite to him, and her little feet were attached to his lower abdomen, tickling him as a washboard.