he newspaper.He recalled how she had looked downstairs earlier, indeed unconcerned. During the week he hadn't been in contact with her, she seemed to be doing well.While it was Mingming's own scandal...Jiang Lan watched for a long time, and finally put the diamond ring into his shirt pocket, carrying his small luggage upstairs.

< Huo Jiao is coaxing Xiao Jiang Sheng. >

The little guy must have wet his diaper. Huo Jiao changed his diaper for him. The 6-month-old baby likes his mother, although he is hungry, but he is happy to see his mother. His limbs are spread out on the bed, and his two little feet are kicking hard...

Her soft, tender face, when she smiles, has a bit of a mixed-race look to it.

Little Jiang Sheng loves his mother, holding onto her tightly. He probably still remembers breastfeeding, burying his head in his mother's embrace...

Huo Jiao is used to quarreling with him.

She lay on her side, holding the little one in her arms and playing with him.

A six-month-old baby, already able to sit up and laughing gleefully... so happy.

When Jiang Lan walked in, he just happened to see the scene. It was a very heartwarming picture, but at the same time, he felt a twinge of heartache. It seemed that without him, Huo Jiao and the child were also doing well and living happily.

He couldn't help but touch the wedding ring in his pocket.

He walked closer and saw Huo Jiao playing around with her son, her clothes rolled up...revealing a section of her slender waist. It was very thin and white, almost indistinguishable from before she gave birth.

He couldn't help but stare for a while before opening the small suitcase and, with his back to her, asked Huo Jiao.

How much does he usually drink

Hearing this, Huo Jiao put her son aside and came to Jiang Lan's side. She took the milk bottle and formula from his hand. As she skillfully prepared it, she said, "He has two meals of complementary food and four meals of milk every day, 180ml each time... The temperature needs to be just right, babies can't be scalded."

In a few words, the milk is ready.

Huo Jiao sat at the foot of the bed, hugged her son and let him lean against her chest to drink milk. Little Jiang Sheng finally got his fill, contentedly holding the bottle and taking big gulps...

Huo Jiao looked at her son intently, her eyes and brows filled with tenderness.

By the time the milk was finished, Little Jiang Sheng had already fallen fast asleep with her eyes closed. This left Jiang Lan quite astonished. He leaned in and whispered, "She fell asleep just like that"

Huajiao held her son for a while longer, then hummed, "That's just how kids are, they get sleepy after eating."

She coaxed her son to sleep, carefully placing him under the covers. She whispered softly, “If he needs anything while you’re sleeping, just call me! Is that okay”

"And you"

Jiang Lan blurted it out, but after asking he felt a little awkward, as if he was overthinking things.

It is obvious that Huo Jiao doesn't want to sleep with him.

Huo Jiao got up, she glanced at her son again, then looked at Jiang Lan and said: "I'll sleep in the audio-visual room! There are two movies I want to watch."

Jiang Lan frowned: "Is it work You're still filming"

Huo Jiao did not deny it.

She said, "Yes! I got a movie role! There has to be something for me to do, I can't just stay home with the child and do nothing! When the child grows up, I don't want to tell him, 'Look, everything I did was for you, I sacrificed myself!' Jiang Bing, I don't want to become that kind of person! I have things I want to do, I think I should do them while I'm young."

He didn't object to that.

He hesitated for a long time, but still took out the wedding ring and placed it in front of her, asking: "Don't you want this anymore"

Huo Jiao was obviously taken aback.

She took it, looked at it for a long time, and then she noticed that Jiang Lan was still wearing their wedding ring on his nameless finger. She smiled faintly and said softly, "It was lost accidentally! Where did you find it"

"Get in the car!"

He looked at her and said softly, "Ho Jiao, can we talk" black suit, smoking. His body blended seamlessly with the night. Seeing Mingzhu run out, he gently opened his arms, and she naturally ran into them, resting on his shoulder and inhaling his pleasant...