When Ye Huanyu got up early in the morning, she saw a letter lying quietly on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Bent down to pick it up, and gently pulled out a piece of letter paper with the faint smell of Qi Yemo from it:

Huan'er, this is the end of the contract between us at this moment, thank you for giving me a sense of home during this time. You don't have to come to me in the future, and I won't bother with your life anymore.

As for the conditions in the agreement, I will give you back a child. As for whether it is Chen or Yang, it is up to you or them to decide.

There's a card in the envelope, and I know you're not going to take it, but it's my child support, and that's probably all I can do as a father.

If you have any difficulties in the future, as long as you are willing, you can come to Qin Huo, and he will do his best to help you.

Say goodbye.

Ye Huanyu looked at the words written by Qi Yemo on the letter, as if she saw:

That night, when the clock was fixed at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Qi Yemo stood quietly in front of the sofa.

He was already dressed, and he bent down to gently cover a blanket over his sleeping self, gently caressing her forehead, revealing a smile.

He wrote this short text in the light of the little candle he had left, looking at his sleeping self.

And gently placed it on the coffee table to make sure she could see when she opened her eyes.

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Ye Huanyu got dressed and walked in the hall where she was alone, and her heart was so empty.

When she reached the second floor, she gently pushed open the children's room.

Chenchen and Yangyang are still asleep.

This children's room was also designed by Qi Yemo, and the layout style and furnishings inside look so familiar.

It suddenly occurred to me that this was really similar to the basement in a farmhouse.

When I brought the kids in last night, I really didn't pay attention.

It can be seen how much effort Qi Yemo has put into this house, the mottled murals downstairs, and the room where the children live upstairs is similar to his childhood......

It can be seen that he is looking for a kind of reparation: a spiritual reparation, a material reparation.

It's just that although Qi Yemo wants his children not to experience the same pain as his childhood, but subtly, he personally caused Chenchen's childhood and is experiencing his childhood.

Looking at the cute appearance of the babies when they were asleep, Ye Huanyu was a little hesitant about the decision of who to send or not to send.

The palms and backs of her hands are full of meat, what should she do?

No matter which one is left behind, for the other, it will be a heavy blow in his young mind.

And such a blow is undoubtedly the same as the scar that Qi Yemo's mother left on his young body that can never be erased.

It will linger in this life, and it will even affect the rest of your life.

Ye Huanyu hopes that her children will not be like their fathers, who are burdened with too heavy psychological burdens and shadows.

"Mom's ......"

A childish child's voice pulled her back from thousands of thoughts.

Ye Huanyu turned his head to see that Chen Chen had already sat up on the bed at this moment, and he was looking up at Ye Huanyu with a pair of big watery eyes.

Ye Huanyu smiled slightly and gently stroked his little head: "Baby wake up, are you sleeping well?" ”

Chenchen nodded obediently.

At this time, a lazy voice came out: "Well......, Mom, why did we go to the basement of my aunt's house again......"