occasion, let's go together! I'll send you back later."Wen Man was a little surprised, but she still nodded.Little Huo Xi looked at this, then that, and gently pulled on his mother's hand: "Mommy, do...Huo Jiao's body stiffened.

After being apart for so long, they had naturally grown distant.

She felt a little awkward, continuing to wash the child's clothes as she said, "Auntie usually does it. I only do it when Auntie isn't around."

Jiang Lan couldn't help but say, "After Aunt isn't here anymore, I'll do it."

Although he had never done housework himself, he felt Huo Jiao should be kept away from chores. After all, she was going to be a movie star and shouldn't be bogged down by household duties.

Upon hearing this, Huo Jiao merely smiled faintly: "Let's talk about it later!"

... because she dared not have any more expectations of him. It was because she had expected too many times and yearned for too many times, only to end in disappointment every time. So when Jiang Lan heard these words, she just took them as sweet nothings from a man. ...

She washed the little clothes and hung them up to dry.

At this moment, little Jiang Sheng started crying, probably because she was hungry!

Huo Jiao very naturally went to take care of him. She skillfully picked up Xiao Jiang Sheng and soothed him a few times, the little guy happily grinned, grabbing his mother's hair with his small hand.

Jiang Lan didn't want her to feel like he was a hands-off manager, so he proactively went to make the milk powder.

Over the past few days, he has also become much more proficient.

Huajiao held her son, sitting on the sofa. Jiang Lan, hearing this, involuntarily squatted beside them, holding little Jiang Sheng's hands. He whispered to Huajiao: "He's so cute!"

To suddenly have a son, anyone would be happy.

Anyway, it doesn't hurt him, and he's not the one suffering. Huo Jiao won't accept this favor.

Jiang Lan's flattery fell on deaf ears, but he wasn't discouraged. He raised his hand to look at his watch: "I'll call room service. Are you hungry"

This time, Huo Jiao didn't ignore him and hummed in response.

Jiang Lan's eyes inexplicably reddened.

He quietly gazed at Huo Jiao, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing and went to call room service.

Later, Little Ginger fell asleep, leaving the couple to stare at each other in silence.

Although they were husband and wife, they were worlds apart.

Huo Jiao said she wanted to go back to her room to take a shower. She hadn't changed out of her formal dress yet, and it was dirty from tidying up earlier, but she didn't seem to mind.

He took her hand, his voice low: "Wash it here!"

Hu Jiao shook her head: “There are no clean clothes here.”

Jiang Lan took a shirt from the dressing room and handed it to her, along with a pair of sweatpants. "Put this on first! When you went back for a bit, Sheng Sheng couldn't find you, he must be worried."

Hu Jiao thought about it and agreed.

She took a shower, removed her makeup, and walked out with a bare face. Just then, room service arrived. Jiang Lan heard them calling her for dinner, and the two of them sat down only to realize that they hadn't eaten together in a long time.

For a moment, there was silence.

Jiang Lan listened to Bi from before much more considerate, he served her dishes, very gently said: "specially called the small Jiangnan's dishes, is h city this side of the characteristic, you try it."

Huo Jiao has a graceful table manner.

Jiang Lan listened but didn't eat, just kept staring at her. After a long silence, Huo Jiao raised her eyes and said softly, "Eat your food! About our matter, I told you I need time to think about it."

Jiang Lan listened and smiled faintly.

Their interactions had become much more peaceful. After finishing their meal, Jiang Lan heard Huo Jiao tell her to rest, so he cleared away the remaining dishes himself. He would have definitely called a servant over before, but now that there was a child in the bedroom and Huo Jiao was dressed too lightly, he didn't want outsiders coming in. He'd rather do it himself.

He didn't find these things boring, but rather fulfilling.

He thought, he should be able to be a good husband…nating his handsome features. He was a far cry from the passionate man he had been in bed moments ago; instead, there was even a hint of resentment in his eyes.As Anran was about to reach the guestroo...