Chapter 931: Huo Jiao, Even a Gentle Touch Isn't Allowe

to profess his love to her, but Wen Man seemed indifferent.He has never been so anxious.To have someone in the palm of your hand, yet not know if they would want to be.Wen Man gently closed her eyes:...Ho Jiao refused.

Her slender shoulders leaned against the door, her long hair cascading down and scattering behind her, looking inexplicably mature. Her hand rested on Jiang Lan Ting's shoulder, whispering softly, "No...Jiang Lan Ting, no!"

In the gloom, his eyes were deep and piercing.

After a long silence, he asked in a low voice: "Have you ever thought of me these years"

Huo Jiao gave a bitter smile: “I have thought about it! All of them are good things, things that would make me feel happier…”

After all, those couple of years she was pregnant and abroad, so there was no way for her to come back.

It's actually loneliness.

Jiang Lan listened quietly, looking at her delicate face. After a long silence, he stopped and spoke softly, "You stay with the child to sleep! I'll go to the guest room."

He said he was leaving, but he still carried her to the bed and placed her at its foot.

He didn't kiss her again, but he leaned close, his hot breath fanning her cheek, his dark eyes locked on hers...for a long, long time.

He murmured against her, "I've thought about you too."

Eyes met, words unspoken.

Finally, Huo Jiao turned her face away and whispered, "Aren't you going to the guest room It's getting late."

Jiang Lan listened, leaning in close to her ear. After a long silence, she softly said, "Get some rest. I won't disturb you as you think."

He left, and the bedroom remained dim.

Huo Jiao lay on her side in bed, staring at Xiao Jiang Sheng's profile... Even in the dim light, she could still see that he resembled Jiang Lan Ting. She had been somewhat hesitant when Jiang Lan Ting spoke to her earlier.

I didn't sleep well last night.

In the early morning, Jiang Lan heard back to the bedroom, Huo Jiao hadn't woken up yet.

Little Ginger woke up, the six-month-old baby hadn't learned to roll over yet. At this moment, he wet his diaper and was hungry again, but miraculously, he didn't cry.

Those dark, big eyes looked at daddy, and two little legs kicked back and forth.

Having yesterday's experience, Jiang Lan had a little bit of childcare experience now. He skillfully changed his son's diaper and wiped his little bottom clean. Then he wiped his hands and feet before starting to prepare the milk powder.

When the little guy snuggled in his arms, sipping from his bottle while gazing at him intently, Jiang Lan felt a surge of indescribable tenderness in her heart.

He couldn't describe that feeling, and he even felt like crying.

Finally, he gently pressed his cheek against Xiao Jiang Sheng's face.

This is his blood, it's Huo Jiao's and his child...a living little thing, warm and alive, truly in his arms.

When Huo Jiao woke up, she saw the tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

She remained silent, leaning against the headboard, watching him quietly.

Jiang Lan listened sideways and saw that she had woken up.

At this moment, her expression was gentle, and there wasn't a trace of resentment in her eyes... It was as if she had never left these past two years, as if they had spent two years of blissful life together, and were still living happily ever after.

Jiang Lan listened, watching silently.

For a long time, he held little Jiang Sheng in his arms. She cried out two times before stopping and looked at her father with big, pleading eyes. Then she shook the bottle in her hand.

Jiang Lan didn't understand what he meant.

Huo Jiao whispered, "He probably didn't eat enough. I'll make him some more baby food in a while."

Jiang Lan listened and put the bottle down.

He was teasing the child again, and casually looked up to see Huo Jiao getting up.

After their reunion, he would always stare at her silently, for a long time... And she would always ignore him. She seemed to have forgotten that she had once loved him so deeply, been infatuated with him.

A phone call or a WeChat message from Jiang Lan could make her happy for a long time.it to Wen Man and spoke softly, "The Ho family might be inherited by our children in the future, but Xīa is what I leave for you! I'll have professional managers involved in the operations, and Zhang,...