Hearing Mommy's voice, he finally woke up from the chaos, "What's wrong, Mommy?"
¡°It¡¯s your second uncle¡¯s birthday in a few days, will you come back?¡±
Listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, Huo Xiaoruan felt something was wrong and asked tentatively: "If you are too busy at work recently, just take a good rest and don't force yourself to come back."
I always feel like my baby son sounds like he is about to cry.
"Well let's go back."
He wanted to refuse, but for some reason he opened his mouth and replied, "Go back."
I really started to feel very strange.
"Forget it." Huo Xiaoruan was a little worried. Since that incident, his son's state has become very strange.
Very much like the original Jian Feimo.
At that time, I went to Jian Ran to ask what to do.
But Jian Ran was helpless at that time.
Now she is facing the same scene.
The only way is to let the son get out of the predicament on his own.
But is that so easy?
When love is so deep, how can it be said that it can be forgotten?
"Huh?" Huo Shenwang sat up slightly, poured a glass of red wine, raised it high, swayed it gently, closed one eye, and looked at the scenery outside the window through the glass.
The thin lips curled up slightly.
A hint of sarcasm appeared.
I don¡¯t know if I¡¯m laughing at myself or who I¡¯m laughing at.
"No matter what happens, don't bear it alone. You still have mommy and daddy, you know?"
He planned to drink all the wine in the glass in one gulp, but after hearing what mommy said, Huo Shenwang stopped and slowly opened his closed eyes.
"Mommy and Daddy are with you. When you are tired, go home and have a good rest, okay?"
"Well, thank you, Mommy." (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com