On the other side of Lu Chaoyang, after getting on the bus, I went to the kindergarten to pick up the children with Huo Yunzhen.

When the time comes, other children have already gone.

Xiao Huo was sitting on a swing and accompanied by a kindergarten teacher.

"Yangyang, Dad, you are finally here..."

Seeing the two people coming in front, the little guy jumped off the swing and ran with his little arm.

"We must come early in the future." Lu Chaoyang picked up his son with a distressed heart. "Go, go back."

"He is very heavy, I am coming." Huo Yunyan leaned over and looked at his cute little face. "Son, come, Dad hug..."

"Good~"

The soft little body was separated from Lu Chaoyang's hand. She was speechless in her heart. Can she still hold it now?

No more hugs, there will be no chance for the child to grow taller in the future.

Huo Yunqi, who dragged the child with one arm, glanced at her and licked her lips. "If you want to hold it, I will let you hold it at night and I will not let it loose."

"Who is rare!"

The little guy grinned, "Yang Yang, Dad loves you..."

"You only know what love at the age of three?" Lu Chaoyang hit him and patted his arm gently. "Little age, don't learn!"

Xiao Huo giggled, his small head resting on Huo Yun's shoulder, the same peach-like eyes as him, like a crooked crescent.

When I was abroad, looking at those eyes, Lu Chaoyang always remembered Huo Yunzhen.

There are more things, more troubles, and now it seems that they are almost over.

Husband and child are all around, just don't know...

What happened to my mother now.

I haven’t heard from her for a long time.

This time seems to have disappeared to Yuxi, and I can hold back for so many years. It is obvious that he is a person who can especially hold his breath.

Could it be that what big tricks are brewing?

Close to the villa, Lu Chaoyang glanced inadvertently, and the familiar figure reminded her heart.

"mom!?"

Huo Yunqi, who was driving, also saw Xue Yuxi standing at his doorstep.

She is not in the manor house in Kyoto, how come here?

Xue Yuxi, who looked at her face, saw Lu Chaoyang sitting in the co-pilot.

She came here with a last breath and wanted to see her daughter.

This is the only child she has used in her life.

She is now locked up in the manor every day, and her body is not working. Being alive is a torment for her. Every night, she is sick and unbearable, and she can only stubbornly linger.

She spent the last bit of property in her hand and bought the guard of the guard before she had a chance to run out.

Lu Chaoyang looked at her awkward figure and pushed Huo Yun’s arm. “Quick stop!”

Huo Yunyi stepped on the brakes and opened the door.

Xue Yuxi looked at the shocked daughter who got off the bus and unknowingly had tears in her eyes.

Repentance, jealousy, self-blame, filled her eyes.

Xue Yuxi seems to be a ten-year-old pale face, revealing a hint of relief, and the footsteps slowly recede, suddenly a sprint, a head hit the wall!

Everything she had pursued before has been shattered, even for the purpose, to push her daughter farther and farther, and to abandon the last trace of affection.

I heard that Yang Yang is going to marry Huo Yunqi.

I hope that she will come here today, so that Huo Yunxi can completely let go of her heart, and it is good to Yangyang without reservation.