This villa area was developed by the West Asia Group and has top-notch security and privacy. He kept one for himself.
The black Maybach slowly drove into the black carved door. When the car entered, all the lights in the villa were brightly lit, and the musical fountain began to spray water, making a joyful sound.
Huo Shaoting parked the car and got out of the car. The servant came over.
"The little lady is silent again."
Huo Shaoting handed her his coat and walked under the moonlight to an osmanthus tree.
Little Hosie is autistic.
Huo Shaoting knelt down beside her and looked at little Huo Xi lovingly.
Brown hair, slightly curly, spread loosely on her shoulders.
The little face is small and pointed, very white and tender, the eyes are as black as grapes, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the little mouth is pursed, looking unhappy.
The white and tender little hands are holding the sweet-scented osmanthus leaves, one piece at a time, two pieces at a time.
Huo Shaoting talked to her, but she ignored him.
Completely immersed in your own world!
Huo Shaoting did not carry her back, but only squatted aside to accompany her. At half past ten, the little guy suddenly stopped being autistic and threw herself into his arms: "Today, some children said that I have no mother!"
Huo Shaoting carried the little guy home.
He touched her little head: "Our little Hoxi has a mother... She is a little fairy just like Hosi!"
He placed the little one in front of the dining table.
The maid immediately placed the dishes and served hot rice and dishes. I was so heartbroken!
Little Huo Xi was so hungry that he held the bowl and ate with a spoon. He ate half of the food and half of the food.
After eating, she thought about it again and looked at Huo Shaoting eagerly: "I want my mother! If other children have it, I want it too!"
Huo Shaoting carried little Huo Xi upstairs.
Little Huo Xi rubbed himself to put in the bath water. After taking a bath, he snuggled into his father's arms with a sweet smell.
Huo Shaoting helped her wipe her hair.
He looked very loving: "Huo Xi, if you want a mother, you have to fight for it yourself!"
Little Hosie felt something was wrong!
Mom wants to find it on her own, so what does she want from dad?
Huo Shaoting looked calm: "Dad is going to send you to piano lessons... Well, there are many beautiful female teachers there. If you see which one has the same hair color as yours and looks good-looking, you can ask her to be your mother! Let's start with
We agreed, don’t say your name is Huo Xi, and don’t say who your father is!”
Little Hosie didn't understand.
Huo Shaoting gave her a very reasonable explanation: "If you know who your father is, you will be greedy for his beauty, and you don't really like Huo Xi! ...For example, Teacher Zhang and Teacher Wang before!"
Little Hosie thinks his father is right!
Before going to bed at night, the little one looked in the mirror... The little fairy with brown hair and as good-looking as Hosie was her mother!
…
Wen Man actually no longer teaches.
But early in the morning, Sister Li made a special call to her in Switzerland and said that a friend's child asked her to take care of it.
Wen Man was about to ask more questions.
Sister Li said haha: "I'm going to take medicine! I'll die first!"
After hanging up the phone, Wen Man felt helpless. She thought about it and went to the music center.
Go to the front desk and ask, there is such a person.
The identity was quite confidential. Wen Man guessed that it was the child of some important person, so she waited.
Five p.m.
The front desk lady came over and said with a smile: "Director Wen, that child is here, go and have a look!"
Wen Man didn't care either.
She put down the report in her hand and walked into the reception room.
The child was brought here by the servant. It was unexpectedly small, less than one meter tall.
Wen Man wanted to refuse because the child was too young to learn the piano. But when the child turned around, all the blood in Wen Man's body froze.
Brown hair, white and tender face.
Incredibly beautiful!
She looks a lot like...a lot like...
Wen Man's throat seemed to be blocked and she almost lost her composure. She stretched out her trembling hands and touched the little thing.
Little Hosie was even more excited than she was!
Little Huo Xi stared at her brown hair, beautiful face, waist, and legs... She was so beautiful, she was the mother who was tailor-made for her Huo Xi!
Little Huo Xi generously let me touch him.
Not only was she allowed to be touched, she also rubbed into Wen Man's arms.
The small pointed chin rested on Wen Man's shoulder, "My name is Xixi."
Xixi...
Wen Man was startled.
She was so fond of little Huoxi that she couldn't put it down, but after the excitement, she still had to go through the process: "What's your father's name?"
Little Hosie shed tears with her beautiful eyes.
"My father sells tea eggs, and people call him a profiteer! My mother is gone... My father is very busy, and I have no one to take care of me!"
In a few words, the image of a bitter child was created.
Wen Man felt extremely distressed.
She wiped away the little guy's tears and couldn't help but kiss her. At that moment, her heart felt incredibly soft, but she also felt guilty about stealing other people's things.
Without even thinking about it, she decided to take in little Hosie.
The little guy is too small, so she needs to hold her and sit in front of the piano.
Little Huo Xi lay in her arms, her little face filled with happiness. She didn't hear a word of what Wen Man taught.
Wen Man cannot mislead others.
So she was very strict and asked little Huoxi to demonstrate what she had just taught.
Little Huoxi said oh.
Two thin white fingers slipped past...
Wen Man was shocked.
This child was so talented that she couldn't even imagine. He was the best among the students she had ever taught, surpassing... Wen Man when he was a child.
Just as she was surprised, little Huo Xi raised his brown curly hair and asked in a very obedient manner: "Teacher Wen, is that so?"
Teacher Wen...
For some reason, Wen Man suddenly thought of Huo Shaoting.
When they first met, he always jokingly called her Teacher Wen...
Wen Man felt that she was thinking too much.
How could she think that the Xixi in front of her was related to Huo Shaoting? Their child was obviously... Wen Man didn't dare to think about it anymore. She hugged little Huo Xi and continued to teach her some basic fingering techniques.
After one class.
Little Huo Xi was satisfied: although learning the piano was boring, it was one step closer to her goal.
Wen Man took her out of the piano room and handed her over to the servant.
In fact, she was still reluctant to leave: "Xixi, see you next Friday!"
Little Hosie is very satisfied with her.
She acted obediently and asked the servant to take her downstairs.
Wen Man really liked it and sent it downstairs. She saw a black extended-length Lincoln parked on the first floor. It was noble and luxurious. Little Huoxi got in the car... In fact, she really wanted to take her new mother home today.
But think about it, Teacher Wen may not be willing to do it.
She could only take it slow.
Little Hosi waved obediently, and the driver closed the door.
On the other side of the back seat of the car, Huo Shaoting was sitting, looking like a real person in formal clothes. He was flipping through documents and asked casually: "Did you find it?"
Little Hosie climbed onto his father's lap and said softly: "Dad, you like her!"
Huo Shaoting still pretended not to care: "Really? Is it obvious?"
Little Hosie said nothing.
The little thing lay quietly on her father's shoulder. After a long time, she asked in a low voice: "Dad...is she my real mother?"
Huo Shaoting's eyes suddenly became moist.
He hummed softly.
Little Hosie arched into his arms. After a long time, she heard her father say: "Don't scare mom yet, you know?"