Best Delinquent Wife’s Order: Rise Again, Hubby

Mr. An's eyes passed over An Xin's head lukewarmly, and turned his eyes directly to An Hao.

Well, how did you sleep last night?

An Hao turned his eyes and smiled at Mr. An: I slept well, thank you Mr. An for thinking about it, but why did Mr. An appear here so early?

As soon as Mr. An saw Anhao, he somehow felt that his mood also improved. He always felt that the child was inexplicably intimate. He walked over with a smile and said, I'm here to ask you to have breakfast.

An looked at the time: It's almost eight o'clock now, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you?

If it were normal, I would have eaten early. Anyway, I am alone, and no one has to wait. Mrs. An said with a smile: It's different today. I have been waiting for you and Hancheng to pass by. If it weren't for the servant It is said that you young people have the habit of lazy beds, and you should be allowed to sleep for a while, I guess I will come over after six o'clock.

After speaking, Mr. An took a look behind Anhao, and asked with a smile: Where is Hancheng? He was always self-disciplined when he was a child, so it's impossible that he hasn't gotten up yet.

He did wake up very early, but Sheng Ling Group has some matters that he needs to deal with, so he is still busy in the room. An Hao casually found a reason and covered up the injury on Zuo Hancheng's body. .

Mr. An nodded: Then after Han Cheng finishes his work, you young couple remember to come to have breakfast.

Okay, Mr. An, you go to eat first, don't wait for us...

How can I do that? You are guests, let Hancheng finish his work quickly, and have a good breakfast with the old man. The house is usually not so lively, and you two are here, so I look forward to every meal.

While talking, Mr. An looked at An Hao's attire. It was a very simple white dress. Although there was no brand on the skirt, it could be seen that it was a high-end handmade product. His long soft hair was casually behind his head Tied into a neat ponytail, it looks vigorous and clean, and always feels very comfortable.

On the other hand, looking at his so-called granddaughter, Mr. An seemed to remember An Xin who had been neglected at this moment. He didn't care about the depressed mood on An Xin's face at the moment, and only took a lukewarm look at her attire.

A girl who grew up in an orphanage, not only forgot her thrifty nature when she settled down, but also directly liked to carry the bag with a particularly large logo like Chanel or Hermès, and her clothes were definitely all Every year for a new luxury brand, none of the clothes cost less than 10,000 yuan.

Even her hair has to go to the hairdressing salon every few months for styling and maintenance. She doesn't have the style of a so-called socialite at all. Instead, she is a complete upstart. She wants to let the whole world know that she is wearing Chanel. It's Tiffany, wearing high-heeled shoes that are limited and custom-made around the world, and using a mobile phone studded with diamonds.

After glancing at An Hao hastily, Mr. An's heart became panicked for a while, and his eyes fell on An Hao's white dress again. Seeing that she was wearing a loose fit, he suddenly said, How long have you been married to Han Cheng? gone?

It's been a few years, but I went to Boston to study abroad for three years in the middle, so the actual time we've been together is less than a year. Anhao answered truthfully.

Then it's time to have a child. Mr. An smiled and looked at An Hao's clothes while talking: It's so loose, maybe you already have it?

In the past, Mr. An was still a little bit smug because Mr. Zuo might soon have a great-grandson in his arms. Now, although he still looks a little bit smug, at least he still has some demeanor in front of her junior.

Seeing Mr. An's smiling expression, An Hao curled her lips: It should not be...

She was also glad that she didn't have it yet. After all, not long ago, she was injured and had snake venom and used serum to detoxify it. If she really had it at that time, it might not be good for the child.

When Mr. An heard her answer, he didn't continue to dwell on this issue. He just smiled and said, Young man, sooner or later, it's a pity that I won't be able to hold a great-grandson in my life...

As he said that, he turned around with a melancholy expression, and said as he walked, Go and tell Han Cheng that I'm still waiting for you to have breakfast.

Okay. After An Hao replied, she looked away from Mr. An, and turned to An Xin who was still standing not far in front of her.

It's just that because An Xin was deliberately ignored by An Lao, her expression was ugly at the moment, but she had to hide her own emotions.

Miss An. Anhao said, I'm curious about what you mean when you come to the guest room so early in the morning?

An Xin was depressed because the old man would rather wait for An Hao to have dinner together, but he didn't pay attention to himself who also didn't eat breakfast. When she heard An Hao's voice, she suddenly turned her eyes and looked at well.

You call me Ms. An, so what should I call you? An Xin looked at her coldly with a not-so-good-looking face, and suddenly raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, Couldn't it be Mrs. Zuo?

Whatever you like to be called is up to you. Ms. An and I didn't get a chance to say hello in the restaurant yesterday, but this is the second time we met. Anhao hooked Gouchun lukewarmly, smiling Can't reach the bottom of the eye.

Speaking of this second meeting... An Xin suddenly took a step forward, not giving An Hao a chance to walk away. She just stared at her face with a burning fire in her eyes: The last time I was in Los Angeles Did you deliberately find an opportunity to get close to us in that hospital?

An Hao's eyes swept across her face lightly: On purpose?

Seeing the disdain in An Hao's eyes, An Xin immediately glared at her with a proud expression: Isn't it? What kind of peach-flavored drink, do you dare to say that you didn't do it on purpose? You deliberately let my mother notice you!

The more An Xin watched, the more she felt that the Shen Yun between herself and her was indeed somewhat similar, and when she thought of her mother's excited expression when she saw her in the orphanage eight years ago, her heart was filled with sorrow and inexplicable fear.

Miss An is probably thinking too much. Anhao said calmly, I'm sorry, but I still have to ask our Mr. Zuo to come out and have breakfast with Mr. An, excuse me.

After finishing speaking, An Hao turned around and walked back.

The surroundings of the guest room are quiet, only the sound of An'an's shoes stepping on the stairs.

An Xin stared at her back, walked in suddenly, looked at An Hao under the stairs, and asked in a barely audible voice: What is the relationship between you and my mother?

An Hao didn't seem to hear it, she just looked down at An Xin who was standing at the bottom of the stairs, and walked up directly without answering.