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

"I'm sorry..." Yehan said it again, he had already lost completely in front of her.

Xia Ying pursed her lips and ignored him. She wanted to pick out the white roses first, and then wash them with water, so that the flowers could still be sold. Even if they couldn't be sold, at least they shouldn't be thrown away like this.

"Be careful." Ye Han had quick eyes and quick hands, and immediately clasped her wrist, as if afraid that she would scold him for letting go again, and explained, "There are glass shards on it."

Ye Jue was also very clever. He held Xia Ying's left hand and said, "Sister, let my father help you."

Xia Ying wanted to refuse, but the little guy had already led her to the rest area, and said, "Let's take a rest, he will be ready soon."

Mu Mu followed the two of them, and only after Xia Ying sat down did she lie down beside her feet, staring straight at Ye Han with a pair of round eyes, as if he had been blacklisted. He was not allowed to take a step closer to Xia Ying.

And Ye Han picked up the white roses on the ground one by one, and swept the ground again, and he walked in front of her again after everything was done.

As soon as Mu Mu saw that he was coming again, she immediately stood up and sounded a warning.

"Hmm!" It stared at him, still attacking him.

Xia Ying leaned over and touched its head, trying to comfort it.

Yehan knew that it regarded him as a bad guy.

"It's all been cleaned up." He said, staring at Xia Ying, he wanted to know if she really didn't remember him, or pretended to forget him and the child.

"Thank you." Xia Ying just replied lightly, because she couldn't see, her eyes seemed to never fall on him.

Seeing this, Ye Han twisted his expression, his expression became even more disappointed, and the sadness in his heart seemed to be overflowing.

In Ye Jue's heart, his father is invincible, no one can beat him, and nothing can trouble him. He has been his idol since he was a child.But today, such a powerful man actually showed a sense of frustration, which affected the little guy's mood.

Even though he doesn't like himself, he still likes him very much.

"Sister, my dad didn't do it on purpose just now, can you forgive him?" Ye Jue looked at Xia Ying again and said, holding her palm with his little hand.

Yehan glanced at his son, then at her.

"Yeah." Xia Ying nodded, and only agreed for the sake of the child.

Yehan said again, "Thank you."

Xia Ying said, "You don't need to thank me, I just hope you can take good care of Ye Jue in the future and care about him more."

Ye Han agreed, "I will."

Xia Ying stood up again, took out the guide stick in her apron and walked slowly to the other side of the flower stand.

And at that moment, Ye Han wished that he could be a crutch in her hand, or even her eyes.He wanted to take her away, wherever she wanted to go, but he didn't dare to touch her easily, he was afraid of her resistance.

Yehan's throat felt sore, seeing her become like this, he was so sad that he wanted to die.

Xia Ying took a bouquet of flowers, wrapped them in flower paper, and handed them to Ye Jue when she returned, "Here, I wish you a happy birthday in advance."

Ye Jue was overjoyed, looked up at her and said, "Thank you."

Ye Han looked at them, this kind of picture only appeared in dreams, it was warm and beautiful, making people unwilling to wake up and face this cruel world again.