She divorced with her property, and her ex-husband chased her around the world

Shang Manyue regained consciousness and quickly stepped forward to hold Xiao Yunchen.

But it was too late. Huo Jingbo heard it and looked towards them with his dark eyes. He saw his son first, and then turned to her.

After a few seconds, the man stood up and walked over with long legs.

After a few months, Huo Jingbo once again stood in front of Shang Manyue.

Little Yunchen opened his little arms, hugged his father's thigh, and called for his father.

Huo Jingbo looked down at his son and rubbed his furry head. He seemed to have grown a lot taller.

After a moment, he said hoarsely: "Man Yue, how are you lately?"

The man's dark eyes were deep, staring at her as usual, as if nothing had changed.

Shang Manyue was filled with only sarcasm.

We have reached this moment, do we still need to pretend to be affectionate?

"Why be so pretentious."

If he really cared, he wouldn't be indifferent to her.

That's right, with the new gentle hometown, you can still hear the old people crying.

At this time, Qin Yingying also came over. She naturally took Huo Jingbo's arm and greeted Shang Manyue with a smile.

"Is this the former Mrs. Huo? Hello, I am Qin Yingying, the daughter of the Qin family."

She was probably young, probably raised in a pampered manner, and one could see through her deliberate declaration of war at a glance.

Shang Manyue ignored her, as if she didn't exist.

She picked up little Yunchen, turned around and left.

Qin Yingying didn't expect that she would be ignored like this. She felt offended and complained unhappily.

"Who are you? How rude!"

Unexpectedly, when he raised his eyes, he met the cold eyes of the man next to him, and he was so shocked that he let go of his hands.

……

Outside the terrace, fireworks exploded.

The fireworks shows at various festivals in Hong Kong City have always been outstanding, and they used to be Shang Manyue's favorite.

But now, every time she sees fireworks, she always thinks of the past, when Huo Jingbo held her and watched the fireworks together.

Memories bring tears to my eyes.

It became unbearable to look back.

Shang Manyue couldn't help covering her lips, tears streaming down her face.

Fortunately, she thought, there were fireworks and cheers all around, so no one could hear her cry.

The tears she had been holding back for so long could finally be let out.

After the first fireworks show, Shang Manyue's mood also calmed down. She wiped away her tears and led Xiao Yunchen back to the box.

Aunt Chen's sharp eyes immediately noticed her red eyes and asked: "Madam, what's wrong with you? Have you cried?"

Just when Shang Manyue was about to find a reason to deal with it, Xiao Yunchen spoke first.

"Grandma Chen, it's my fault. I saw my father and called him, which made my mother unhappy."

He looked remorseful.

As he said that, he grabbed his mother's hand tightly and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I won't be like this again. I'm just a little..."

He didn't say the next words, but Shang Manyue knew that he just missed his father.

We haven’t seen each other for such a long time, and I just forgot about Grandma Chen’s Ergen proposition for a while.

Of course Shang Manyue wouldn't blame him. It was actually very difficult for him to be among his parents at a young age. At home, he didn't want to make her unhappy, so he never mentioned his father again.

His sensibleness made her feel sad. She hugged her son and kissed him again and again, "It has nothing to do with you, no need to apologize."

Aunt Chen was so angry that she kept talking about bad luck.

What was originally a good holiday was ruined again.

Shang Manyue called someone to settle the bill and left with Aunt Chen and the children.

Because of the festival, there was a serious traffic jam on the road. The driver's car was blocked at the intersection and he couldn't get in for a while.

It was windy at the door, so Shang Manyue and Aunt Chen put on coats for the two children respectively, for fear that they would be cold.

A black Bentley drove over and stopped in front of them.

The driver's seat window was lowered, revealing Huo Jingbo's handsome profile.

Little Yunchen originally wanted to call daddy, but suddenly thought of something, closed his open mouth again, and became silent.

The man looked at Shang Manyue's beautiful face.

He said softly: "Get in the car, I'll take you back."

Aunt Chen never expected that he would dare to come in front of her. If she hadn't been holding Xiao Yunshi, she would have been able to go up and slap him.

She yelled back fiercely, "No need, we have a driver!"

"You should give it to your new love. Those cars that Hu Meizi has ridden in are poisonous or not!"

Huo Jingbo was not angry. He still looked at Shang Manyue and continued: "It's blocked here. I don't know when the driver will come over. It will be windy later, and the children won't be able to catch the wind."

After a pause, he slowly added three more words, "You too."

Although she said she was in confinement, her body was damaged and she was still recovering.

Shang Manyue's dark eyes stared at him coldly.

Her eyes were sarcastic, but she didn't refuse.

Aunt Chen reluctantly took the two children into the back seat, while Shang Manyue opened the passenger door and got in.

Huo Jingbo looked at her sideways and leaned forward to fasten her seat belt as usual, but he stopped again as soon as his hand moved.

Finally, she tapped her fingertips on the steering wheel to remind her, "Seat belt."

Shang Manyue tied it up expressionlessly.

The car started and the whole journey was silent.

The road was very congested, and the drive that originally only took more than an hour took nearly three hours.

It was already late when we arrived at the villa.

Both Xiao Yunchen and Xiao Yunshi were so sleepy that they fell asleep. One was lying on the left and the other in Aunt Chen's arms, which was particularly warm.

Huo Jingbo looked through the rearview mirror, with an imperceptible tenderness in his eyes.

Shang Manyue got out of the car, opened the door of the back seat, and was about to get in and take out little Yunchen. The man suddenly pressed her shoulders and said, "I'll do it."

The next moment, she suddenly shook him off.

It was so sudden and the force was so strong that even Huo Jingbo was knocked back two steps.

Shang Manyue took a few deep breaths before suppressing his sudden rise in emotions, and said coldly: "Don't worry if it doesn't work."

She took her son out, and Aunt Chen held little Yunshi in her arms and entered the house without looking back.

The winter night is cold and windy.

Huo Jingbo slammed the car door, but he did not leave. He leaned against the car door with his tall figure, took out the cigarette case with slightly shaking hands, and took out a cigarette.

It took several clicks to light it up.

He pumped desperately, as if this was the only way he could suppress the pain rolling in his heart.

He stood in the cold wind for a long time, and his whole body was almost covered with a layer of coldness.

The door in front suddenly opened again.

Shang Manyue came out again.

Her steps were fast, and every step she took was firm. Almost in the blink of an eye, she was standing in front of Huo Jingbo.

Then she raised her hand and slapped him.

She seemed to have hit her with all her strength, her hands hurting, and Huo Jingbo's ears were buzzing at that moment.

A trace of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his lips.

In the dark night, it is strange and beautiful.

When the man raised his head, Shang Manyue's beautiful eyes were filled with tears.

She stared at him, as if she wanted to see through his skin and into the depths of his soul.

She opened her mouth and asked word by word, "Huo Jingbo, I ask you, and I will only ask you once, do you have any difficulties?"