From time to time, her eyes would be turned away from the book and turned to her son's little face, just staring at his son's sleeping face like this, she could look at it for a long time.

******

Before going to bed, He Tingyu walked to the baby room.

The reason why Mu Siyin can avoid it in advance every time this month is because of the cold feelings.

He has He Tingyu's daily arrangement, and before he appears, he will let Mu Siyin avoid it.

When she went to the baby room, Mu Siyin had already avoided it. He didn't stop long, just stood by the crib for a few minutes, then turned back to his room.

As soon as I closed the door, the phone rang.

Listening to the familiar ringtone of the mobile phone, Nicholas He's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Yuan Rolling couldn't convince He Tingyu, and he couldn't force Mu Siyin, he really couldn't stand the way they got along, so he panicked, so he left Sicily out of sight and returned to Ancheng.

But going back does not mean that she agrees with the idea of He Tingyu in her heart.

Counting is indispensable......

"Mom."

Yuan Rolling called to find He Tingyu every once in a while, anyway, he didn't like him anywhere.

Deep down, I actually recognized what He Xiao said, the twisted melon is not sweet, and it really made Yinyin marry Tingyu in this situation, but in the end, Yinyin was only more bitter.

Yinyin is only twenty-one years old, and when Lele is older, maybe she can still meet someone who makes her happy, and their son may not be her lover.

I knew it was one thing, but I still felt that my son couldn't stand Yinyin.

He Tingyu quietly listened to his mother's count, did not interrupt, did not respond, and did not answer until she finished speaking: "It's late here, hang up first." ”

As Nicholas He spoke, he was about to hang up the phone.

"Wait, I'm not done yet, hang up the phone......"

Yuan Rolling immediately called Ting He to stop him, she made this call on purpose.

"Hmm."

He Tingyu sat on the bed expressionlessly, a monophonic word, and then waited silently.

After a few seconds of silence on the other side of the line, he finally spoke.

After hearing what Yuan Rolling said, Nicholas He's calm expression changed instantly.

The bottomless eyes were immersed in unconcealable pain, and the five fingers were tightened on the mobile phone. Breath, unsteady. Chest, violently undulating. Heart, severe pain.

"Got it."

It took a long time for He Tingyu to take away his emotions, only turn them into three simple words, and cut off the phone before Yuan Rolling could speak again.

*******

Anseong

Yuan Rolling only heard his son's words and knew lightly, and the line was cut off.

Her son, who is good at hiding her emotions, she can't hear anything unusual, which makes Yuan Rolling, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the study, collapse.

Looking at He Xiao, who was sitting at the desk not far away and was dealing with the business that had been piled up for a long time after going to Sicily, he said quietly: "Husband, do you think I shouldn't tell Tingyu ......?"

Although his son's voice hasn't changed much, it seems that he doesn't care at all, but the news is enough to make Tingyu sad because of Tingyu's love for being obedient.

"Tingyu will still know, it's just a matter of time or time."

He Xiao heard his beloved wife's apologetic voice, put down the business he was dealing with, got up and walked to her, hugged her on his lap, and let her snuggle into his arms.

"Am I a very bad and incompetent mother, not only do I change fast, but I also fall into the ......"

"You also want Tingyu to forget about being obedient as soon as possible, you don't want him to miss the good girl around you, you just want your son to be happy."