The sweet wife of the rich and wealthy: good night, sir

Because I can't get the answer, the depression in my heart can never be resolved!

Ye Han thought that he was going to live like this for the rest of his life, and he was already prepared to live alone and painfully, but he didn't know that fate played a trick on him again...

next day

He forgot to close the window last night, and the morning breeze blew in, shaking the sand curtain and swaying gently.

Light and shadow are intertwined, vaguely as if she has returned.

"Night cold!"

"Ye Han, wake up, get up and eat breakfast." Lin Xiaomo's voice rang in his ears, soft, just like the spring breeze outside at this time, passing through people's hearts with a touch of warmth.

"Xiao Mo?" Ye Han opened his eyes, and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a smile on his face, and said again, "Wake up for breakfast, when will you be lazy?"

For a moment, Yehan's pupils shrank, and he asked, "Are you back?"

Lin Xiaomo asked him back, "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you dreaming?"

Yehan couldn't distinguish dream from reality, and raised his hand to touch her, but before his fingertips fell, she disappeared.

"Xiao Mo!" Ye Han suddenly opened his eyes in fright, and there was still a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

He sat up and looked around, his eyes flustered, but the room was very quiet and dim, so the scene just now was just a dream!

She's not coming back, never coming back...

His heart seemed to be torn apart. This kind of wound hadn't healed yet, but it was split again because of longing, over and over again. He had endured too much in the past four years, and he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it anymore. !

Yehan pursed his lips tightly and lowered his eyes.

After a while, he didn't get up until the feeling gradually faded away.

He told himself over and over again in his heart that he had to hold on, and he had to take care of their child, the child she bought with her life...

At eight o'clock in the morning, Ye Han had already had breakfast in the living room, and Wang Xin had just led Ye Jue downstairs.

"Morning, Dad." The little guy would greet him whenever he saw him.

"Yeah." Yehan just responded lightly.

Ye Jue has gotten used to his indifference. It seems that in his memory, he has never seen him smile. Seriousness and coldness are his label, and everyone is afraid of him.

"Your Highness, everything has been packed." Wang Xin said again.

"Yeah." Ye Han took a sip of coffee, looked at Ye Jue when he put down the cup and said, "Go to the airport after breakfast."

Ye Jue asked, "Where are you going?"

Yehan said, "Country M."

Ye Jue asked, "Is Dad going too?"

Ye Han nodded.

Seeing this, the little guy was overjoyed, and smiled and said, "Really?"

"Yeah." Yehan replied cruelly, and told Wang Xin, "Let's make some arrangements."

"It's Your Highness."

And Ye Jue was also in a good mood. After finishing his breakfast quickly, he ran up to him, raised his head and looked at him and said, "Dad, I've finished eating."

Yehan just said, "Then let's go."

Ye Jue happily left Mozhuang with him. On the way to the private airport, the little guy was still thinking: Great, I can finally celebrate my birthday with my father this year!Hee hee, my aunt really didn't lie...

Ye Jue couldn't help but glanced at Ye Han beside him again, his little eyes were full of anticipation and joy.

Yehan knew that he was looking at him, and even he knew what the child was thinking, but he didn't say a word.

-Dividing line--

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