Jian Yao counted her fingers to live, her son didn't come back for three days, not even a phone call, and Huo Jinming also didn't come back for three days, except for the incident where she peeped at the photo, his attitude and expression were not good anywhere.

Like a guy who is an eyesore, it is annoying everywhere, and it is annoying to breathe.

Light sleep again and again, staying in the bedroom without going out, became her way of life.

"Jian Yao, you are a criminal who attempted murder!"

"Jian Yao, you are guilty!"

"Jian Yao, the evidence is solid, you can't escape."

"Jian Yao, your life has been ruined. After six years in prison, you don't deserve to be by Yu Chen's side!"

"."

A sound of accusations, like the echo of a devil, stared at every inch of her nerves, biting tightly, she was in pain, struggling on the edge of darkness.

"No—no!"

Opening her eyes suddenly, a ray of dazzling light from the setting sun shone, and even the guest rooms were luxuriously decorated in the mid-mountain villa, she was here!
In the dream, she returned to the prison again, living a repetitive life every day, without dignity, and her only hope and reliance was her son.

Life is meaningless to her.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" Tian Ma rushed in from outside with a rag, worry flooding her face worn by the years.

"It's okay." She covered her head, feeling the pain of tearing her head.

"But, looking at your complexion is not very good, right?" Tian Ma's careful person immediately noticed.

"It's okay, you go out first, and do what you need to do. Don't worry about me."

She doesn't belong to this family, and she won't insist on it. Now, she just wants to protect the child and watch him grow up healthily.

"Madam, the young master is already waiting for you downstairs."

Mama Tian kindly reminded her.

Jian Yao nodded and waved her hand indifferently.

When Jian Yao went downstairs, she saw Huo Jinming sitting in the dining room, quietly eating dinner and drinking coffee.

Elegant posture, straight as a textbook, no one can find fault with him.

"Da da da——" she came down wearing high heels, and coughed twice, trying to get his attention.

"What? You have a cold too?"

While he didn't look back, she gave him a blank look.

"You can tell me what you have. If I can do it, I will do it. If I can't, don't make things difficult for me."

Don't care about anything but everything about your son.

Looking at him with bright eyes, Jian Yao said silently in her heart: annoying, disgusting, despicable, obscene, shameless.
"You scold me again?" He was explaining the facts.

Jian Yao was stunned: "Huh?"

His heart was beating wildly, this guy can't read minds, he knows how she makes little moves!
"I do not have"

"But you have a ferocious expression!" He couldn't help but make her speechless.

"No way, you read it wrong." She touched her delicate face and pursed her lips, as if she had overused her facial expression just now.

Hesitant to please, he went to the kitchen to get orange juice and handed it to him: "Drink a little, this tastes good."

"En." He nodded, not caring about her initiative and hospitality.

"Xiao Yuchen is still at mom's. It's been 78 hours. I want to see him."

Song Guizhi is too difficult to deal with, the only hope now is him!

Jian Yao couldn't hold on anymore.

"I know."

He always does this kind of thing, Jian Yao suddenly remembered that she really overestimated him.

How could he think so?

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