"You are my mother's favorite little baby, how could my mother be willing not to want you?" Huang Xinying restrained the smile on the corner of her mouth and said to him seriously.

Hearing this, Nuo Nuo's depressed little face instantly smiled, like spring flowers blooming, ice and snow melting, and his face was filled with a bright smile.

He smiled, and Huang Xinying felt that her heart was about to melt.

Especially, he still has this handsome face that is exactly the same as Ye Hanyu.

Therefore, every time he showed this kind of soft and cute smile of the healing system, Huang Xinying felt that it was a visual enjoyment.

So much so that Ye Hanyu's handsome face, which often appeared in her mind, made people feel frightened and creepy, and was dark and dark, gradually became blurred.

Gradually, she was replaced by her son's soft smile.

"Mama, I love you." He put his arms around her neck, lifted his little body, and dropped a kiss on her beautiful little face without hesitation.

The handsome face carved in pink is full of intoxicating bright smiles.

"I love you too." Huang Xinying was kissed by his soft kiss, and her heart was full of joy, and she felt that her heart was filled with happiness.

She bowed her head, and on his forehead, too, dropped a kiss.

Between the eyebrows and eyes, it is impossible to describe in words, gentleness and happiness.

Here, happiness swept the whole land like spring flowers, and on the other side of Santa Fe Garden, the atmosphere was too bad to bear to look at.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Hanyu seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, his body seemed to be evacuated, he couldn't exert any strength, and there was no trace of anger on his face.

Standing at the door at a loss for a while, he looked up at the night sky overhead, black as a whirlpool, just like his mood at the moment, so dark that he couldn't see a trace of light.

I almost forgot, she also has a child...

Although he had tried hard to forget it, he was, really forgot.

As long as he doesn't talk about it again, he really won't think about it again.

However, his selective forgetting does not mean that this incident has never happened...

Thinking of this, Ye Hanyu's eyes, which were as black as splashing ink, drooped gloomily, and the bottom of his eyes was gradually covered with a layer of melancholy that could not be dispersed.

He turned around, carried a step like a thousand pounds, and returned to the villa in a dejected state.

All over his body, there was a lifeless aura.

Seeing him suddenly rushing out, and suddenly coming back in a state of despair, he was still standing in the living room, and everyone who couldn't come back for a long time couldn't help but gasp when they saw his figure.

They all subconsciously held their breath and stared at him motionlessly, with a trace of undisguised vigilance and precaution in their panicked eyes, for fear that he would suddenly go crazy and lose control and enter a violent state.

In the stunned and frightened eyes of everyone, Ye Hanyu walked up the stairs without a master and returned to his room.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared at the top of the stairs for a while that everyone slowly came back to their senses, followed by an incomprehensible incomprehension.

I don't know why his personality suddenly changed?

"You! Clean up here. Aunt Tong was the first to come back to her senses, pointed to Qiaohui not far away, and ordered, "I'll go up and see the young master." ”

At the moment when she was about to go upstairs, Wen Qianyu suddenly said in a raised voice: "I'd better go up." ”

"You?" Aunt Tong heard the sound, and her steps forward suddenly paused.

She turned her head to look at her, her eyebrows full of undisguised contempt and disdain for her.

Don't think she doesn't know, she's up to something!