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

Ye Jue stared straight at it, but he didn't expect Ye Han to prepare a gift for her.

Xia Ying opened the package, and it looked like a jewelry box inside.

Ye Jue said, "It's a blue box."

Xia Ying called the box again, and stroked it lightly with her fingers.

"What is it?" she asked, feeling like a chain.

"It's a bracelet." Ye Jue replied.

Xia Ying took it out, put it in her hand and touched it carefully, there were three crystal-like pendants on the chain.

"Sister, can I help you put it on?" Ye Jue said.

Xia Ying said, "No need." She hasn't worn any jewelry since she lost her sight. First, she can't see the style, and she doesn't know if it fits well. Second, she finds it very inconvenient.

"Why? This bracelet is very suitable for you." Ye Jue said.

"It's sometimes inconvenient to do things while wearing a bracelet, so I'd better put it away." Xia Ying said, and put the bracelet back in the box.

Ye Jue curled his lips, hoping that she could wear this gift from her father, but she didn't seem to like it very much.

Just after Xia Ying packed up the presents, the little guy asked her again, "Sister, can I lean on you?" The little head was already slightly resting on her arm.

"Okay." Xia Ying also agreed, and her heart melted. She leaned her body on the soft cushion of the sofa, so that he could lean on her more comfortably.

"Sister, you smell so good..." Ye Jue murmured again, thinking that this kind of fragrance was like his mother's.

Xia Ying's face showed warmth, and she already had a special feeling for this child in her heart, as if that day when he suddenly ran over to call her mother, a gap in her heart was knocked open, and as he approached, Open little by little.

……

The room gradually became quiet. Xia Ying could hear the sound of water in the kitchen, washing dishes, and the shallow breathing of the children around her.

It seemed that the little guy had fallen asleep, and his little head was leaning more and more heavily on her arm.

Xia Ying didn't move either, but her eyes were slightly lowered. At this moment, she really wanted to see what this child looked like, whether it was the same as she imagined?

"Mom..." Ye Jue babbled. Although the voice was very soft, Xia Ying still heard it.

At that moment, her heart felt like being pricked by a wasp's tail needle, and that kind of discomfort would spread instantly from the bottom of her heart.

This kind of sadness came out of nowhere, which made her twitch her brows unconsciously.

Why does she feel sad when the child calls her mother?

Just as Xia Ying was about to raise her hand to touch his little face, she heard footsteps.

Yehan walked over, and with him was the smell of perfume on his body.

Although Xia Ying couldn't see him, she could feel that this man lived a delicate life, maybe he looked a little like him...

Involuntarily, she thought of the person in her heart again, maybe he had been away for a long time this time, and she began to miss him.

"It's been washed." Yehan walked to her side, looked at her, and then at his sleeping son.

"Thank you." Xia Ying replied, her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of waking Ye Jue, and said, "He fell asleep."

Yehan also responded softly, walked up to the child and picked him up, saying, "Thank you very much for your hospitality today, let's go back first."

Xia Ying nodded, stood up then, and sent them to the door.

Ye Han took a deep look at her, his heart was throbbing.