The people in Xu Moran's dream are her mother and grandfather.

Mother smiled and touched her head, "Xiaomo has to take good care of herself, mother is leaving......"

She reluctantly chased after her, and her grandfather took her hand and comforted: "It will all pass, we Xiaomo will have a good ...... in the future"

Tears began to flood the corners of his eyes.

Huo Yuhan patiently wiped the tears from the corners of Xu Moran's eyes, and the tears that kept overflowing instantly drenched his heart.

He whispered in the night, "Cry for whom?" ”

In the morning, when Xu Moran woke up, the bedside was already empty, she rubbed her misty eyes, lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom barefoot to wash.

When she walked out and sat in front of the dresser, she suddenly saw the delicate gift box on the table, and her curiosity led her to reach out and open the lid.

When he saw the familiar glass photo frame in the box, Xu Moran's heart was like a stone falling into the water, causing ripples one after another.

Her heart seemed to be tightly surrounded by a warmth, full of warmth, she picked up the photo frame in the box and put it to her lips and kissed it gently, her eyes instantly flushed, and she lightly tapped the bright smiling face on the photo.

Xu Moran was stunned, this was exactly the same as the photo frame made by her mother, she didn't know how Huo Yuhan did it, but there was no doubt that she was moved at this moment.

This picture frame has a special meaning for her, it carries all her thoughts about her mother.

This morning, a photo frame weakened Xu Moran's prejudice against Huo Yuhan, a person who is cold may not be cold, even if she is cold, she has a heart......

Xu Moran walked out of the bedroom and walked directly in the direction of the study, although the door of the study was open, she still knocked politely.

The men in the room all looked at her, and Huo Yuhan, who was originally talking to Yang Hua and Fan Yinkong about work, stopped talking when he heard the knock on the door,

Huo Yuhan's deep gaze fell on Xu Moran, he slightly hooked the corners of his lips and asked her in a light tone: "Have you eaten breakfast?" He said more and more words of concern, and he didn't care about the reactions of his subordinates.

Xu Moran subconsciously shook his head, looking a little obedient, and the two of them seemed to have tacitly forgotten last night's unpleasantness.

The smile in Huo Yuhan's eyes was a little deep, and he gently instructed: "You wait for me for two minutes, and we will go down together." Seeing Xu Moran's cute reaction, his mood suddenly brightened.

This inexplicably reminded him of the sentence "husband and wife quarrel, the head of the bed quarrels and the end of the bed", they are now in the state that a normal couple should have.

Fan Yinkong on the side was still staring at Xu Moran's stomach, his eyes were a little weird.

Xu was in a good mood, Xu Moran did not say anything to scold him, but stood silently by the door and waited for Huo Yuhan.

I was looking for him to say thank you.

Yang Hua bumped Fan Yinkong's arm and forcibly pulled him back, who knew that it was less than five seconds after pulling it back, Fan Yinkong continued to stare at the tooth mark on Huo Yuhan's neck.

Huo Yuhan's voice slowly flowed in the quiet study, "Arrange the afternoon meeting to the evening, and you let them come here directly at night." He clearly intended to schedule work to coincide with his wife's breaks.

Yang Hua responded: "It's Mr. Huo, I'll call them one by one later." Yang Hua didn't dare to have any objections to the boss's arrangement, he was just a salaryman.

If they generally have nothing to say about Zhou Wei like before, now thanks to Mrs. Xiao Huo's blessing, they finally enjoy the feeling of Zhou Wei.

Although the time is not very stable, and occasionally there will be a few meetings in Yilinju, but it is better than sleeping in the office!

Huo Yuhan raised his hand to signal them to go out, and Yang Hua carefully closed the door for the two.

Xu Moran walked over to Huo Yuhan, her eyes lowered and her voice was clear and warm: "That photo frame, thank you." ”

The warm sun outside the house made Huo Yuhan's figure more and more upright, he put down the documents in his hand and looked at her, "Do you like it?" As the words came out, his eyes couldn't help but soften a little. ()

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