On the day of the flash wedding, I became pregnant with the heir of a wealthy family

For Han Yunzhi, the whole day was full of anticipation and anxiety.

After finally arriving at the time when Yu Chuan got off work, she was a little restless and restless.

Compared with her, Madam Yuan was much calmer, "Ma'am, would you like to sleep for a while?"

"How can I sleep?" She was pacing back and forth in the room, stopped and turned to look at her, "Hurry up and bring the scarf, you can try again."

"I've tried five times."

"Go!"

Mama Yuan sighed softly, so she had no choice but to do so, and turned around to get the scarf that the madam had woven by herself.

"Try wearing it quickly." Han Yunzhi was anxious, "Try again."

Mama Yuan took out the scarf from the bag.

The one he wove for Lu Yuchuan was slightly longer, and the one for his daughter-in-law Tong Hua was shorter. The gradation is very gentle and pretty.

Mama Yuan tied the scarf around her neck again. Han Yunzhi took care of the details and asked her, "Is this wool sticky? Is it comfortable to wear?"

"Comfortable." Mama Yuan has answered countless times.

"Turn around and let me look behind."

Yuan Ma followed suit, and Han Yunzhi didn't think it was bloated, "Hua Hua must look good in it, do you think Yu Chuan would like it? Would he wear it?"

This is probably the question that has plagued her all day.

"How do I know?" Mama Yuan said bluntly, and took off the scarf, "It's up to him whether to wear it or not."

After hearing this, Han Yunzhi was in a bad mood. She took out her mobile phone and checked the time, guessing that her son and daughter-in-law should leave.

About 5 minutes ago, a Lamborghini drove out of the company, Uncle Ke was driving the car, and Lu Yuchuan and Tong Hua were sitting in the back seat of the car.

His face was a little condensed, and the beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Tong Hua turned her eyes to look at his side face. She always had a question in her mind, so she gently held his hand, "Yu Chuan, what was in the envelope sent by your mother that day?"

She has guesses, but no definitive answers.

Hearing the sound, Lu Yuchuan turned his eyes, looked at her amber eyes, and said truthfully, "It's a letter of confession written by her hand, with [-] to [-] words."

When the girl heard this, her heart skipped a beat, and then she recalled the changes in his emotions in the past two days.

He always seemed to be alone in thought.

"Yu Chuan, then... have you replied to her?"

"No."

After a while, she asked again, "Did you call?"

"No."

"Send WeChat..."

"No."

Before she finished her question, he answered her.

The two looked at each other, Tong Hua was slightly taken aback, and then said with a gentle expression, "It's good, I'll go back later and find some time to talk face to face."

This is probably unavoidable. Even if Lu Yuchuan doesn't face her today, he will face her one day. After all, he is his mother, and after all, he still lives with his grandfather.

Therefore, from the moment he got off work, he felt an indescribably depressed mood.

There is snow outside the car window, and Rongcheng has changed in this season.

The sun was clanging behind the snow curtain, the sunlight was not dazzling at all, and the whole world shone with soft light, covering it with tranquility and warmth.

The car stopped in the yard. When getting out of the car, Lu Yuchuan put a red cape on Tong Hua's shoulders, then put his arms around her shoulders, and led her into the living room.

The servant who had been waiting at the entrance of the living room turned around and walked quickly to the backyard when he saw the car stop.

She rushed into the Buddhist hall and reported to the middle-aged woman who was burning incense, "Madam, the young master and wife are back."

Han Yunzhi was overjoyed, but also inexplicably nervous. She gently inserted the lit incense into the incense burner, and then bowed to the Bodhisattva.

Turning around and walking out, Mama Yuan followed beside her.