Mr. He’s Daily Affections

"This...that means He Jingyao gave up?" Pei Yuanchen laughed. "Do you feel relaxed?"

She froze for a moment before nodding her head: "Yeah, it's easy."

Speaking of this sentence, Zhi Xi suddenly felt that her strength had been evacuated.

This trip to Yangdong City was unexpectedly smooth, but she was not happy at all.

Not only was she unhappy, but the sadness at the bottom of her heart was still rising up, and she was about to drown her completely.

Pei Yuanchen looked at her pale face, and finally made no more sarcasm: "Go rest for a while, I will accompany you to pick up Xiaobao in the afternoon."

Zhi Xi nodded, turned back to the room.

She walked to the head of the bed, sat down against the bed, and found a picture from the suitcase.

From now on, I will belong to you.

She meditated on this sentence at the bottom of her heart. Gradually, the familiar eyebrows of the man in the photo became blurred.

She held her knees and let the tears flow silently.

...

in the afternoon.

Xiaobao woke up at noon and saw He Jingyao sitting by his bed when he opened his eyes.

"Dad." He rubbed his eyes and sat up.

He Jingyao picked him up and let him sit on his knees with a serious look: "Xiaobao, listen, Dad wants to tell you a very important thing."

Xiaobao was sober at once: "What's the matter! Dad, you say."

A sense of mission made him stop the body unconsciously.

"In a moment, your mother will come to pick you up." He Jingyao stared at his eyes. "Mother may be very sad. You have to find a way to make her happy, but don't tell her what I said to you, eh?" "

"Why?" he asked confused.

"You will know the next time we meet." He Jingyao's tone revealed a mystery.

The little guy nodded solemnly.

A smile flickered in his eyes, holding his little hand and saying, "After Dad comes back, you can stay with Mom and Dad."

"Really?" Xiao Bao's eyes lit up. "Then... what about Uncle?"

He Jingyao's eyes dropped, and his fingers flicked on his forehead: "There are only three of us."

"Then... what about grandpa?" he asked stubbornly.

He Jingyao gave him a deep look.

The little guy threw out his tongue and said nothing: "Then... Dad, you need to come back soon."

"Okay." He Jingyao picked him up. "When you recognize 200 words, I will come back."

The little guy broke his fingers and opened his eyes in horror: "Then... that's another month!"

"You can't compress it for half a month? Or a week?" He Jingyao squeezed his face. "I can't believe you are my son."

The abandoned little guy snorted heavily.

Downstairs, Zhi Xi didn't know when it had arrived.

She sat on the sofa, her face stiffened, and Li Bo brought her a cup of hot tea: "Miss Gu."

She took it, gave Li Bo a complicated look, and finally did not speak.

"Mom!" Xiaobao said first, and then ran towards her cheerfully.

Zhi Xi stood up and faced this side, and embraced the little guy.

Until the son was held in his arms, the sadness and despair that would soon drag her into the abyss finally left her temporarily.

But soon, she saw He Jingyao's cool and straight figure.

The man stood there, looking at them coldly.