At the Han Hua Hotel in Gang City.

In room two, An Zhi entered the bathroom in a daze. She washed her face with cold water and walked out of the room.

She wanted to go downstairs and leave, but when she entered the elevator, she pressed the button for a long time and did not move.

They could only hold on to the wall and staggered back.

She only remembered that she had disappeared after being brought here by Zhang Yu. She did not have time to think about it.

"Pa..." All the lights in the corridor went out.

An Zhimo was not used to the darkness in front of her.

Before she could do anything, there were flustered footsteps behind her. She subconsciously dodged to the side, but she bumped into a hard flesh wall.

The man's hot breath came from his side face. "It's so hot..."

As she spoke, she hugged An Zhimo tightly as if she had found the source.

"Help..." Before she could say anything, her mouth was covered and she was dragged into the room next to her.

"Who are you! What do you want to do? Let me go..." An Zhimo's voice was soft, and she sounded more like a spoiled child.

The man ignored her. He only knew that she was very comfortable and did not want to let go at all. But he just held her clothes with both hands, which had met his needs.

An Zhimo was so drunk that she didn't have the strength to resist at all. The intermittent call for help in her mouth seemed to have become something that stimulated the man on her body.

The man frowned slightly, loosened his tie, and put it into his mouth.

"Be obedient, give it to me..." The man's voice was hoarse with affection.

The next second, she tore off her underwear.

At the same time, in the corridor, a man in a black suit was carefully looking for something. "Hello? Master, Huo Chengshen suddenly disappeared in the hotel. You don't have to worry. We are still looking for him. He should not run far after being drugged."

In the dark corridor, a wretched-looking man pushed open the door of the room, only to find that there was no one inside. He immediately took out his mobile phone and said, "Old Zheng! Where is the woman in the room? Do you still want to cooperate?"

Five years later, in the villa in the north of the city.

An Zhimo was awakened by a ringing bell.

"An Zhimo, come to my room." A lazy and hoarse voice came from the phone.

"Okay..." An Zhimo answered softly. She got up and went to the bathroom. After a simple shower, she combed her old ponytail. Her little face, without makeup, was still white and delicate. She picked up the black-framed eyes on the table and put them on. She looked a little ordinary.

She was only twenty-three years old, and she was at the age where women loved to be beautiful. Even at home, she was still dressed in a black suit, which was vulgar.

He walked to the door of Huo Chengshen's room, took a deep breath, knocked on the door, and walked in.

The man also came out of the bathroom, his naked upper body still dripping with water. He frowned slightly and looked at her. "An Zhimo, your clothes are really vulgar."

The man who spoke was her nominal husband, the president of the Huo Group, Huo Chengshen.

The two of them had been secretly married for more than two years. An Zhimo also felt that it was a fantasy that this man could marry her.

They needed a wife, and she needed money. It was simple and straightforward. They were together like this.

She didn't take Huo Chengshen's words to heart.

When he put on his clothes and stood in front of her, An Zhimo came to her senses.

It had to be said that Huo Chengshen had a good-looking appearance. His nose was high, his lips were red, and his teeth were white. In particular, his eyes were as deep as the sea. If he was not careful, he would fall into a whirlpool.

He stood in front of her, his shirt casually placed on his body. Not a single button was fastened, revealing a large portion of his sturdy skin. His abdominal muscles were neatly arranged.

Her pants were loosely hanging on the sexy mermaid line.

An Zhimo frowned slightly, stood on tiptoe, and buttoned the buttons of his shirt.

Looking at his last tie, which was quite perfect, he looked a little proud.

The corner of Huo Chengshen's mouth curved slightly. "Dear, are you trying to murder your husband? I'm almost strangled to death."

An Zhimo was stunned. When she was about to help him tidy up, he held her hand.

"Hey, don't you feel uncomfortable if your hands are so cold? I'll help you ask for leave later." He rubbed his soft little hand with his warm palm and smiled wickedly.

An Zhimo suppressed the urge to leave. "Mr. Huo, I still have a lot of things to do. Can I go out first?"

"I asked for leave for you." Huo Chengshen didn't stop.

"Thank you, but there are still many things to deal with at home." An Zhimo looked at the man helplessly.

"In that case, I won't go home tonight." Huo Chengshen looked unhappy. Maybe he had never seen such a woman as An Zhimo.

"Okay, got it." She agreed perfunctorily and turned to leave.

Since he had already asked for leave for her, she naturally had no reason not to enjoy it.

After breakfast, he went straight to the South Bay district.

"Crack..." The door opened.

An Xiaomo glanced at the door lazily and found that it was An Zhimo. He immediately ran to the door.

"Wow, didn't our Little Mo go to school today?"

"It's the weekend, mommy." An Zimo put her arms around her neck and gave her a kiss.

"Mommy, you haven't been here for a long time." An Zimo complained pitifully. "I miss you so much."

Her big bright eyes were full of resentment.

"Mommy, aren't you here? Mommy is making delicious food for Momo today, okay?" An Xiaomo made An Zhi feel a little guilty.

"Oh no." An Xiaomo had a piece of candy in her mouth. She muttered, "Mommy, where's Dad?"

An Zhimo was a little stunned.

She remembered that night five years ago, she had a child with a strange man. Because of her physical condition, she could not beat him.

After the baby was born, he was worried that he would have a shadow, so he had to lie out of goodwill.

So she had to take the photo of her marriage with Huo Chengshen and told An Zimo that this was his father. But his father had to earn money to support his family, so he was very busy and had no way to visit him and take care of him.

Fortunately, Little Mo was very obedient. He believed whatever An Zhimo said.

"Dad has a social engagement today, so Mommy can sleep with you tonight." An Zhi told a lie with a calm face.

"Really?" The child was a little excited.

"Yes!" She held the child's chubby face and kissed him gently.

An Zimo wiped his cheeks in disgust. "Mommy, I'm already four years old. You can't do this anymore!"

"Humph!" In the end, An Zhimo bit his smooth little face and slowly got up.

"What do you want to eat? Mommy will show you your skills." An Zhi rolled up her sleeves, ready to compensate her son.

An Zimo curled his lips and said, "Mommy, let's let Mrs. Zhang cook. I don't want to sleep on the street with you later."