The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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After the two designers left, the bedroom suddenly became quiet. Having played for a day, Yuan Yuan has fallen asleep in Ye Hao's arms.

He carried the child downstairs and gave it to the nurse.

He rarely brings a child for the first time for such a long time, and he only found out today that playing with children is a nerve-racking affair.

He Xiyan collected all the toys from the margins in the room, and then folded the clothes that were collected today into the closet.

She always likes to be clean and tidy, and can't tolerate a little mess at home.

The phone rang at this time, it was the sound of a message notification.

He Xiyan did not rush to see, and continued to organize the clothes in his hand. It is now May, and the temperature is about to exceed 20 degrees. Many spring clothes, such as sweaters and trench coats, are not suitable for wearing. She has to sort out some summer clothes. Tomorrow will let Menglin wash them. . In particular, she also bought a lot of clothes for pregnant women. These new clothes must be washed, sterilized, and can only be worn after exposure to the sun.

The phone rang again, and there seemed to be several messages in a row.

He Xiyan can only put down his clothes and close the wardrobe door.

When she came to the sofa, she picked up the phone that had been flashing green light,

At first glance, it turned out that someone had sent her a message, and in the meantime there were several.

But when she opened the number where she saw the message, her eyes narrowed into a line, and her heart narrowed.

It seemed that she saw the last thing she wanted to see. She closed her eyes gently and looked at the text of the message for a while:

——Yan Yan, thank you for coming to the hospital to see me.

——I'm better now, you don't need to worry.

——And, sorry, although it's too late, I still want to tell you.

——I love you, I really really love you.

A few words added up to less than a hundred words, but it was written by a man with tears, what he wanted to say in his heart. Because he didn't know what to say except those.

There are too many words to say, and there are only so many words in the end.

He Xiyan froze as if she had been fixed, staring at the screen for a long time, and then raised her head until the screen was dark.

With a sigh, she turned and walked to the window, gently opened the window, and let the outside wind blow into the room, also to her face.

Suddenly, she reached out and wiped her face, and there was some moisture in the wipe.

Yes, she cried, although she didn't know why she was crying. But just crying.

Maybe it's really sad.

When Ye Hao came in, he saw that his wife was blowing a cold wind. Although the weather is getting warmer now, the temperature difference between day and night is still very big, and it can be a bit cold at night.

He strode over and closed the window directly.

He then pulled He Xiyan into his arms and put a hand around his waist.

"What's wrong?" He frowned, looking at his wife with wet eyes in a worried manner.

I don't understand why she suddenly cried. Could it make her cry if she took off her clothes and measured her measurements?

He Xiyan knew that she was out of shape, and quickly reached out and wiped her eyes, which was very indecent, but at this time she couldn't take care of that much.

"Why cry?" Ye Hao lifted her chin and made her look at herself.

He Xiyan shook her head, suddenly stretched out her hands and hugged Ye Hao.