Best Delinquent Wife’s Order: Rise Again, Hubby

Old man An looked over An Xin with lukewarm eyes, before turning his eyes to Anhao.

"Good, how was your sleep last night?"

An Hao turned his eyes and smiled at Old Man An, "I slept well, thank you Mr. An for thinking about it, but how could Mr. An appear here so early?"

When Elder An saw Anhao, he felt that his mood improved somehow. He always felt that the child was inexplicably intimacy. He smiled and walked over and said, "I'm here to tell you to eat breakfast."

Anhao glanced at the time: "It's almost eight o'clock now, have you never eaten breakfast yet?"

"It's normal. I have eaten it a long time ago. Anyway, I'm the only one. No one has to wait." Old An said with a smile, "It's different today. I've been waiting for you and Hancheng to pass, if it were not a servant. It is said that you young people have the habit of lazy beds. You should sleep a little longer. It is estimated that I will be here after six o'clock."

With that said, Old Man An looked behind An Hao and asked with a smile, "Where is Hancheng? When he was a child, he was able to discipline himself. It is impossible that he hasn't started yet."

"He did wake up very early, but there are some things in the Shengling Group that need to be handled by him, so he is still busy in the room." Anhao casually found a reason and covered up Zuo Hancheng's injury. .

Elder An nodded: "After the cold city is over, you young couple remember to come for breakfast."

"Okay, Elder An, you go eat first, don't wait for us specially..."

"Then how? You are guests. Let Hancheng finish the work quickly and have a good breakfast with the old man. The family is not so busy at ordinary times, and you are here. I look forward to every meal."

While talking, Mr. An looked at An Hao's dress again. It was a simple white dress. Although there was no brand on the skirt, it could be seen that it should be a hand-made high-end product. The soft long hair was casual in the back of his head. Tie into a neat ponytail, looks vigorous and clean, and always feels particularly comfortable.

On the other hand, his so-called granddaughter, Mr. An seemed to remember the neglected An Xin at this moment. He didn't care about the depression on An Xin's face at this moment, he just glanced at her dress coldly.

A girl who grew up in an orphanage has not only forgotten the nature of diligence and thrift after she settles down, she also likes to take the bag with the big logo, like Chanel and Hermès, and she wears the clothes absolutely. Every year a luxury brand's new style, no clothing price is less than 10,000 yuan.

Even the hair has to go to the hair salon for styling and maintenance every few months. There is no so-called celebrity style at all. Instead, she is a full-fledged explosive household. I can’t wait to let the world know that she is wearing Chanel. It's Tiffany, wearing high heels that are limited to the world and using a mobile phone studded with diamonds.

He just glanced at An Xin hastily, and Old Man An’s heart was blocked for a while, and his eyes fell on An Hao’s white dress again. Seeing that she was walking along with her wide and loose, he suddenly said, “How long have you been married to Hancheng? Up?"

"It has been a few years, but I went to Boston to study for three years, so the actual time together is less than a year." An Hao answered truthfully.

"That really should have children too." Old man An said while smiling and looking at An Hao's clothes: "Is it so loose that I already have one?"

Before this old man was still eating because Zuo Lao might soon be holding his great-grandson, although it still looks a little tasteful now, he still has some grace in front of her younger generation.

Seeing Mr. An’s smiling face, Anhao curled his lips: "It shouldn’t be..."

She was also glad that she hadn't. After all, she was injured and snake venom not long ago and used serum for detoxification. If she had it at the time, it would be of no benefit to the child.

Hearing her answer, Elder An didn’t continue to struggle with this question. He just smiled: “Young people, there will be sooner or later, but it’s a pity that I won’t have a great-grandson in my life...”

As he said, he turned around melancholy, and said as he walked: "Go tell Hancheng, I'm still waiting for you to eat breakfast."

"Okay." After An Hao replied, his eyes moved away from Old Man An, and he turned to An Xin, who was still standing not far in front of him.

Only because An Xin was deliberately ignored by the elderly, her face was ugly right now, but she had to hide her own emotions.

"Miss An." An Hao said, "I came to the guest room so early in the morning. I'm very curious what did you mean by that sentence?"

An Xin was frustrated because the old man would rather wait for Anhao to go to dinner, but didn't pay attention to the same thing that hadn’t had breakfast at all. Hearing Anhao’s voice, she suddenly turned her eyes to look towards well.

"You call me Miss An, then what should I call you?" An Xin's expression was not very good and she looked at her so coldly, suddenly raised her eyebrows and smiled and said, "Can't it be Mrs. Zuo?"

"Whatever you like to call is your business. Miss 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 lukewarm, smiling. Not reaching the fundus.

"Speaking of this second meeting..." An Xin suddenly took a step forward, not giving Anhao a chance to walk away. A pair of eyes stared at her face like this, with a blazing fire burning: "Last time in Los Angeles In that hospital, did you deliberately look for opportunities to approach us?"

Anhao's eyes faintly swept across her face: "Intentionally?"

Seeing the disdain in Anhao's eyes, An Xin glared at her with a proud expression: "Isn't it? What peach-flavored drink, do you dare to say that you didn't mean it? I deliberately let my mother notice you!"

The more An Xin looked at it, the more she felt that the charm between herself and her was indeed somewhat similar, and when she thought of her mother's excited expression when she saw herself in the orphanage eight years ago, her heart was full of sorrow and inexplicable fear.

"Miss An may be thinking too much." An Hao calmly said: "Sorry, I have to ask our Mr. Zuo to come out to accompany Elder An for breakfast. I am disaccompanyed."

After that, Anhao turned and walked back.

The room is quiet, only the sound of shoes stepping on the stairs.

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

Anhao didn't seem to have heard it. He only looked down at An Xin, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs, and walked up without answering.