shed, and she shyly turned her head away.Her pure and shy demeanor made her irresistible to men, arousing pity in their hearts. Huo Shaoting, considerate of her first experience, only made love to her...She came back, she was here to divorce him, but now she found herself wavering.

Originally, Huo Jiao was supposed to return to city B the next day.

But the next day, heavy rain poured down in city H all day. All flights were canceled, even private jets couldn't take off. She could only continue to stay at the hotel.

Jiang Lan listened patiently as she accompanied the children.

Actually, he was very busy with work and could have easily taken the driver back to City B. But after what happened last time, this time he didn't want to lose Huo Jiao again, and he was also willing to accompany her.

The rainy days in the south are very humid.

In the hotel suite, the dehumidifier was running continuously. Huo Jiao leaned against the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, reading the script.

Little Jiang Sheng is brought by his father.

A six-month-old baby suddenly learned to sit. The little guy sat on the carpet, looking proudly at his dad, and his smile was beautiful, almost like a mixed-race child.

Jiang Lan patted his head and then picked him up with one hand, placing him on her lap.

In the past, he really wasn't patient with children.

But his own children, it seemed, were never enough. And he found that little Jiang Sheng rarely cried, a trait likely inherited from both him and Huo Jiao.

"Daddy..."

Little Ginger held onto her father's sleeve and then grinned at him.

Jiang Lan listened to his dear wife, when suddenly his secretary Anna called, reporting on work matters.

After a long while…

Jiang Lan said in a gentle tone, "Just like that! I can't go back these days, so all meetings and social engagements are postponed by three days."

Anna was stunned.

Is the boss changing Before, General Jiang would never leave important work unattended and wouldn't take vacations longer than three days.

Jiang Lan hung up the phone directly.

After hanging up the phone, he raised his eyes and saw Huo Jiao staring at him. He smiled faintly and said in a gentle voice, "What's wrong"

Huo Jiao whispered, "You should go back to B city first if you have something to do! I'll take Xiao Jiang Sheng."

Jiang Lan listened, playing with his phone, his eyes dimming slightly: "Don't you want me to keep you company"

"Ho Jiao laughed a little less brightly: "No! I mean, you don't need to stay and keep us company. I can take care of the kids myself, I'm over 30 now, not so childish anymore."

These words, heard by Jiang Lan's ears, were indescribably sad.

He murmured, "Xiao Jiao, it was never your fault for being sensitive. It was me who failed as a husband and father! My biggest mistake was that time, even if I didn't know you were pregnant, I should have chosen to believe you."

Back then, if Huo Jiao had no feelings for him, she would have most likely chosen her career.

He thought, they should be done!

...She is Huo Jiao's past love, supporting Duan's fragmented marriage until now. She has worked hard and endured all the hardships... How could she be labeled as being too sentimental ...

He sincerely apologized to her, without any deception, it was all genuine.

He looked at her plain face and said in a low voice, "Huo Jiao, I will make time for my family from now on, trust me again... okay"

Huajiao remained silent.

Little Ginger in his arms, her two little hands slapped Daddy's face, and she grinned with a smile: "Daddy…"

Jiang Lan listened and took her son's hand, kissed him, and then pressed her face against his.

Huo Jiao watched them quietly.

She came from a good family and lived a carefree life since she was a child. Jiang Lan is said to be the only obstacle in her life... Now he wants to live with her so sincerely.

Originally, she came back to divorce him, but now she found herself wavering.some.That person said a few words to Li Siqi, then helped her into the car.Gu Yunfan didn't move any closer.He fished a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it with a slow, deliberate flick of his lighter...