After the two designers left, the bedroom fell silent. After playing for a day, Yuan Yuan had fallen asleep in Ye Hao's arms.

He carried the child downstairs and handed it to the wet nurse.

It's the first time he's taken for so long, and it's only today that he found out that playing with children is a very nerve-wracking thing.

He Xiyan collected all the toys in the room, and then folded the clothes that were collected today and put them in the closet.

She has always liked to be clean and tidy, and she can't tolerate a little mess at home.

The phone rang at this time, and it was the sound of a message notification.

He Xiyan was not in a hurry to look at it, and continued to sort out the clothes in his hand. It's May now, the temperature is about to break through 20 degrees, and a lot of spring clothes, such as sweaters, windbreakers, etc., are not suitable for wearing, she has to sort out some summer clothes, and let Meng Lin take them to wash them tomorrow. In particular, she also bought a lot of new clothes for pregnant women, and these new clothes have to be washed, sterilized, and exposed to the sun before they can be worn.

The phone rang again, and it seemed that several messages had come in succession.

He Xiyan could only put down the clothes in his hand and close the wardrobe door.

Coming to the sofa, she picked up the mobile phone that kept flashing a green light,

At first glance, someone sent her a message, and there were several at once.

It's just that when she clicked on the number she saw the message, her eyes suddenly narrowed into a line, and her heart also twitched.

As if seeing the last thing she wanted to see, she closed her eyes lightly and looked at the text of the message for a while:

- Yan Yan, thank you for coming to see me in the hospital.

- I'm much better, you don't have to worry.

- And I'm sorry, it's too late, but I still want to tell you.

- I love you, really, really love you.

A few words, adding up to less than a hundred words, but it was written by a man with tears in his eyes, and he wanted to say the most in his heart. Because he doesn't know what to say other than that.

There are so many things to say, and in the end, there are only a few dozen words condensed into it.

He Xiyan was stunned as if he was frozen, his eyes staring at the screen for a long time, until the screen went black, and then he raised his head.

She sighed, turned and walked to the window, gently pushing one open and letting the outside wind blow into the room, also in her face.

Suddenly, she reached out and wiped her face, which was actually a little wet.

Yes, she cried, although she herself did not know why she was crying. But just crying.

Maybe it's really sad.

When Ye Hao walked in, he saw that his wife was blowing a cold wind, although the weather is getting warmer now, the temperature difference between day and night is still very large, and it is a little cold at night.

He strode over and closed the window directly.

Then he pulled He Xiyan into his arms, and put one hand around his waist.

"What's wrong?" He frowned and looked at his wife, whose eyes were already moist, with some concern.

I don't understand why she cried all of a sudden, can she be wronged and cry if she takes off her clothes and measures her measurements?

He Xiyan knew that he was out of shape, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand and wiped his eyes, a very indecent action, but at this time, he couldn't care so much.

"Why are you crying?" Ye Hao lifted her chin and let her look at herself.

He Xiyan shook his head, and suddenly stretched out his hands and hugged Ye Hao tightly.