Young master, your vest fell off

Fu Miaomiao let out a deep gasp, stepped forward and put the tray on the table, "Eat something."

But Situ Han stood up suddenly and strode out.

Fu Miaomiao turned around, she could clearly see the murderous aura around Situ Han.

"Situ Han!" Fu Miaomiao yelled, ran over and grabbed Situ Han's arm, "Where are you going?"

Situ Han stared at the front with a bloodthirsty gaze, and said in a cold voice, "Let go."

Fu Miaomiao's eyes were red, "Situ Han, I know you are very sad and hate them very much, they have gone abroad now..."

"Let go!" Situ Han growled, shook off Fu Miaomiao's hand, and strode out.

"Situ Han!" Fu Miaomiao took a few steps back, then quickly chased after him and hugged Situ Han from behind.

Situ Han froze.

Fu Miaomiao tightened her hands, "Don't go, Situ Han, I know you hate them, but you can't be impulsive."

Situ Han stood where he was, without saying a word.

Fu Miaomiao put her face on Situ Han's back, weeping silently, "Situ Han, everything will pass, you still have me, and An'an, I will always be by your side and accompany you."

Situ Han, who had not moved all this time, heard Fu Miaomiao's words, but pushed her away.

Fu Miaomiao was startled, and looked at Situ Han in confusion.

Situ Han turned around slowly, looked at Fu Miaomiao with dark eyes, slightly parted his thin lips, and said word by word, "Let's go."

The voice was cold and devoid of emotion.

Fu Miaomiao suspected that her ears were broken.

"Situ Han, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I'll let you go." Situ Han approached Fu Miaomiao, "Get out of here and never appear in front of me."

Fu Miaomiao's heart froze, she opened her mouth, and it took a while to make a sound, "I'm not leaving."

She knew that Situ Han was in a bad mood right now, so she wouldn't take his words to heart.

She just wanted to be with him.

"Let's go." Situ Han's voice became ethereal, he turned around and walked out in a daze.

Fu Miaomiao chased after him, blocking Situ Han's way in front, "I'm not going, Situ Han, I'm not going anywhere..."

"Let's go!" Situ Han pushed Fu Miaomiao away.

It was extremely powerful.

Fu Miaomiao staggered two steps back and fell to the ground.

Situ Han clenched his hands before resisting the urge to go forward to help her up.

He growled, "Fu Miaomiao, go away, don't come back, don't stay by my side, go!"

"Why?" Fu Miaomiao stood up, staring at Situ Han with tears in her eyes, "Because you are in danger? Because you can't even protect your own father, so you think you can't protect me and An An, right?"

Situ Han didn't speak, his expression was decadent and painful.

Fu Miaomiao stepped forward, holding Situ Han's big palm with a pair of small hands, "It's not your fault, Situ Han, I don't need you to protect me, I just want to stay by your side, Situ Han, I am your wife, don't you forget me?" Is it? I can protect you too, let me protect you, okay?"

Situ Han met Fu Miaomiao's gaze, tears blurred his eyes, "Miaomiao..."

Fu Miaomiao hugged Situ Han, "It's not your fault, it's not your fault, Situ Han, don't do this, I'm worried and distressed."

Situ Han's body began to tremble.

Fu Miaomiao patted Situ Han's back lightly, "Eat something first, get some sleep, and I'll take care of the rest."

Situ Han didn't move.

Fu Miaomiao pushed Situ Han away lightly, and looked up at him, "Situ Han, An An and I can't do without you."

Situ Han's stiff body went limp, as if suddenly nothing was there, everything was pulled away from his body...

It was like, he knew that he could not support himself alone.

Situ Han hugged Fu Miaomiao tightly, his handsome face buried in her neck.

Fu Miaomiao could feel the dampness there.

Situ Han cried.

It was the first time she saw Situ Han like this.

She also knew how much Situ Han loved his father.

For his father, he left the army he loved and lived a life he didn't like...

But all of this is meaningless.

It's just that she still couldn't share Situ Han's pain, so she could only stay with him, always with him.

"Miaomiao, I feel bad." Situ Han's voice trembled.

Fu Miaomiao patted Situ Han lightly, "It will pass, it will pass."

She just hugged Situ Han like this, and it took an unknown amount of time before Situ Han stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Fu Miaomiao walked towards the desk and looked at the food, it was already cold.

It's ok.

She left the study with a tray and went downstairs to wash the vegetables and cook again.

After a while, Situ Han also came down. Seeing Fu Miaomiao busy in the kitchen, his heart felt as if someone had rubbed it, it was sour and sweet.

Situ Han stood there looking at Fu Miaomiao.

Soon, Fu Miaomiao prepared a simple meal.

She put all the food on the dining table, then turned to look at Situ Han, smiled slightly, "Let's eat, after dinner... I'll accompany you."

Situ Han knew what Fu Miaomiao was talking about, paused, nodded, walked over, and sat down at the table.

There were only two dishes on the table and two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

Situ Han picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started to eat.

"Slow down." Fu Miaomiao said softly.

Situ Han kept his head down, nodded when he heard Fu Miaomiao's words, and slowed down his eating speed.

Fu Miaomiao looked at Situ Han for a while, then picked up the bowls and chopsticks.

She took a bite of her homemade meal...

"It's hard to eat, isn't it?"

Situ Han gave Fu Miaomiao a very shallow smile, "It's delicious."

Fu Miaomiao smiled, "Then you eat more."

Situ Han responded, lowered his head, and continued eating.

Then there was the issue of Situ Yunqi's funeral.

Both Situ Han and Fu Miaomiao decided that if they didn't tell their grandparents about this matter, they would think that their son had already passed away.

It was enough for Situ Han to experience the same pain twice by himself.

Situ Yunqi's funeral was very simple, there were only three people, Situ Han, Fu Miaomiao, and An An.

On the way back, Fu Miaomiao drove, Situ Han and An An sat behind.

An An looked sideways at Situ Han, holding Situ Han's big palm with her small hand.

Situ Han also looked sideways at An An and smiled slightly.

Fu Miaomiao watched the father and son look at each other from the inside rearview mirror, and finally felt a little warmth in his heart.

She drove back to the apartment.

It is already noon.

"I'm preparing lunch, An An, you stay with Daddy."

"Okay." An An nodded.

Situ Han and An An sat down on the sofa.

Situ Han asked: "An'an, what did your friends do that day, can you tell Daddy?"

An An said with a smile: "We are all in a hobby group. They can do everything. Those who went there that day all know martial arts, and they are very powerful. They come from ancient martial arts families. I am very interested in this. They are very interested in me. Very good, knowing that I need it, and coming to help me without saying a word."