Best Delinquent Wife’s Order: Rise Again, Hubby

It was not easy for An Hao to go back to the room. She thought she could maintain the strength and demeanor she had just now in front of An Ping and Mr. An, and thought she could not care.

But in her eyes, and in her heart, An Ping was worried about what An Xin said just now because she suspected that she seemed to be right.

It was as if he was the one who came back to haggle over every detail with a poor adopted daughter, as if he would put the whole An family in a state of turmoil when he revealed the truth in front of everyone in the An family, as if his return was wrong, as if he was the cause of all this wrong culprit.

She can be abandoned, she can be denied, she can die suddenly, and she can also be called mother by others.

The only thing An Hao couldn't bear was the look An Ping had just given her.

After entering the door, An Hao stood in the room, with his back to Zuo Hancheng, but his shoulders changed from the seemingly calm at first to twitching tremors, until his body was suddenly pushed by Zuo Hancheng. Seeing An Hao, who never seldom cried in front of him, now the tears have filled the ocean, she is no longer the fighter who was outside just now, but the fragile, helpless, sad and sad that she doesn't know what to do Just a good girl.

The last time Anhao cried in front of him was also the only time before, when he was very angry and took her back to Liujing Garden from Rongqian. She wanted to exaggerately scare his target and cried loudly at him. Although An Hao cried endlessly at that time, what was hidden in those tears was more anger and coquettishness.

But now Anhao is really sad, her tears are pouring out like a dam that has broken the embankment, under Zuo Hancheng's eyes, but she seems unwilling to admit the small wounds hidden in her heart , but although these wounds were small, although they seemed to have healed already, the pain hidden deep inside pierced into her heart fiercely like a needle prick.

Come and cry in my arms if you want to cry. Zuo Hancheng put his hand on the back of her head and hugged her into his arms.

Anhao didn't resist, but when her head was pressed on his shoulder, she was afraid that her tears would flood the injured place on his shoulder, so she suddenly moved on his shoulder, turned her head and buried her face in the On his other shoulder, at the same time, both hands were tightly grasping his cuff, and tears fell in large swaths, from the silent tears at the beginning to the sobbing, and finally weeping loudly as if he was indulging and venting.

Crying for her mother who fell in a pool of blood when she was fourteen years old and bid farewell to her with weak eyes, crying for her unclear life experience and the life that was worse than a pet dog in the Gu family.

Crying for her life that was almost ruined because of her wrong outlook on life, crying for the fear she had endured for no reason.

Crying for the poor guy who hid in a corner holding his mother's photo and shivering in the dark night, crying for the one who finally saw his mother again after eight years of absence but refused to bow his head because of hatred, but was rejected for being too strong. My own mom mistook it for the fool who wanted to come back and fight for something.

An Hao's cry was right next to Zuo Hancheng's ear, this girl had never cried so indulgently before.

It wasn't the effect of half-crying and half-acting in order to scare him away in the car last time, but it was really crying, crying bursts, as if heartbroken.

Zuo Hancheng's hand firmly covered the back of her head, the comfort and strength brought to her by the warmth in his palm was the only reliance that Anhao believed in and the only thing she couldn't let go of.

Anhao cried for a long time. If it wasn't for the good sound insulation of this room, the servants who passed by probably thought that something unexpected happened here.

But this cry made Zuo Hancheng, who had been holding her in silence all the time, become more silent, and the hand that comforted her tightened even more, distressed, and...

For a moment, Zuo Hancheng actually started to regret it.

Regret bringing Anhao back to touch the wounds that have been hidden in my heart for more than eight years, regret reopening those wounds that have been healed, regret calling out the little hedgehog curled up in the corner, and peeling her wounds Point to the blood dripping on it for everyone to appreciate.

What did he say about taking her back to An's house to win a battle? In the final analysis, he was not satisfying his own selfishness.

An Hao has always walked passively by his side, and every step seems to be for her own good, but these wounds are peeled off by him in a cruel and selfish way.

Zuo Hancheng's handsome brows frowned slightly in a place that Anhao couldn't see, with a somewhat imperceptible heaviness.

Anhao cried for an unknown amount of time, she cried until her forehead was covered with sweat, she cried until her eyes were in a trance and her brain hurt, and she finally felt relieved from crying, as if she had finally released all the years of depression and sadness in front of a single person. vented out.

She finally got tired of crying, sniffed and leaned her face against his wet shoulder.

I want to go home. An Hao's voice was a little hoarse because of the crying before, and the voice was very low, but fortunately it was right next to Zuo Hancheng's ear, so he could hear it clearly.

Zuo Hancheng's hand gently caressed the back of her head, with a little love and distress: Okay, I will leave tomorrow, and I will take you home.

The An family will definitely not be peaceful again. Mr. An seems to have suspected something for a long time. What he said just now should be regarded as a depth bomb. An Hao's voice was still small, but a little cold: It doesn't matter. How did it end, I always dropped a depth bomb here, I don't ask them to recognize me, but since I have already come, I can't leave silently before I leave, so I just said in front of Mr. An Those words, do you think I can't hold my breath...

No, this is very good, as long as you are happy. Zuo Hancheng followed her inexplicably at the moment, which made An Hao feel a little strange.

Although Zuo Hancheng usually loves her very much, but following her everywhere like this makes her feel flattered.

She quietly raised her eyes to look at him, but when she raised her head, the first thing she saw was Zuo Hancheng's handsome chin. She suddenly felt that she was crying so badly just now, and he must be hiding his disgust now, so It's better not to look at his face at all.

An Hao continued to lazily rest her head on his shoulder, pinching and dragging his cuffs and the high-quality shirt with her two small hands, until Zuo Hancheng's clean and flat shirt was caught by her. Wrinkled as if this man had just been raped, she leaned in his arms with a smile on her face, her hands were still messing around on his shirt, she was too lazy to leave.