Chapter 639 Dad, You Have to Come Back Soon

"Is that so...that means He Jingyao has given up?" Pei Yuanchen laughed, "What about you, do you feel relaxed?"

She was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, I feel relaxed."

After saying these words, Zhixi suddenly felt that all her strength had been drained away.

This trip to Yangdong City went unexpectedly smoothly, but she didn't feel happy at all.

Not only was she unhappy, but the sadness in her heart was rising layer by layer, almost drowning her completely.

Pei Yuanchen looked at her pale face and finally stopped sarcastically: "Go and rest for a while. I will accompany you to pick up Xiaobao in the afternoon."

Zhixi nodded blankly, turned around and returned to the room.

She walked to the head of the bed, sat down against it, and then found a photo from the suitcase.

From now on, I will belong to you.

She recited this sentence silently in her heart, and gradually, the familiar eyebrows and eyebrows of the man in the photo became blurry.

She hugged her knees and let the tears flow silently.

…

afternoon.

Xiaobao woke up from his nap and saw He Jingyao sitting beside his bed when he opened his eyes.

"Dad." He rubbed his eyes and sat up.

He Jingyao picked him up and let him sit on his lap, with a serious look on his face: "Xiaobao, listen, daddy wants to tell you something very important."

Xiaobao suddenly woke up: "What's the matter! Dad, tell me."

A sense of mission made him stop his body unconsciously.

"After a while, your mother will come to take you back." He Jingyao stared into his eyes, "Mom may be very sad, you have to find a way to make her happy, but don't tell her what I said to you, eh? "

"Why?" he asked confused.

"You'll know next time we meet." He Jingyao's tone was mysterious.

The little guy immediately nodded seriously.

A smile flashed across his eyes, he held his little hand and said, "After dad comes back, you can stay with your parents."

"Really?" Xiaobao's eyes lit up, "Then...where's uncle?"

He Jingyao's eyes darkened, and he flicked his forehead with his finger: "There are only three of us."

"Then...what about grandpa?" he asked unwillingly.

He Jingyao looked at him deeply.

The little guy stuck out his tongue and stopped talking: "Then...Dad, you have to come back soon."

"Okay." He Jingyao picked him up and said, "I will come back when you have read two hundred words."

The little guy counted on his fingers and opened his eyes wide in horror: "Then...then it will be another month!"

"Can't you compress it to half a month? Or a week?" He Jingyao pinched his face, "I can't believe you are my son."

The disliked little guy snorted heavily.

Downstairs, Zhixi arrived without knowing when.

She was sitting on the sofa, her face a little stiff. Uncle Li brought her a cup of hot tea: "Miss Gu, please."

She took it, looked at Uncle Li with complicated eyes, and said nothing after all.

"Mom!" Xiaobao spoke first, and then ran towards her happily.

Zhixi stood up and faced this side, hugging the little guy in her arms.

It wasn't until she held her son in her arms that the sadness and despair that was about to drag her into the abyss finally left her temporarily.

But soon, she saw He Jingyao's cold and upright figure.

The man stood there, looking at them coldly.