Chapter Five Hundred and Three: Don't Waste Time on Me

People who used to be able to see as soon as they came home are now so difficult to even see each other.

makes him feel inexplicably sad and sad every time he thinks about it.

"Yan Yan, you eat something first." Mo Yixuan put a chicken leg in He Xiyan's bowl, there were some words, he wanted to say, but he didn't know how to speak, or every time he opened his mouth, she got a more cold rejection.

Now he didn't dare to say any more.

He Xiyan didn't pick up the pair of chopsticks, her eyes seemed to have fallen into a layer of ice and snow, and there was a glimmer of crystal light. After all, they had been together for more than four years, in fact, she could see what he was thinking. It's just really not possible.

"Mo Yixuan, you let me go." After a while, He Xiyan said in an extremely low voice, and he was really persuading the man in front of him, his entanglement like this would only make her more irritable.

"Yan Yan ......" As soon as Mo Yixuan heard him say this, he suddenly straightened his back, and his chest felt as uncomfortable as if he had been stabbed into a knife, he would rather hear her scold him and attack her than hear her say such cold words.

He Xiyan shook his head and said, "You go to find a girl you love and love you to start a new life again, don't waste your energy and time on me, there's no point." ”

In the end, there were meaningless words, He Xiyan strengthened her tone, because it was true, and she didn't want him to have any illusions.

Mo Yixuan's heart was suffocated, and the small spoon in his hand suddenly trembled, and the rice that was just about to be fed to Yuan Yuan also fell directly on the dining table.

"Yan Yan, let's not talk about this, okay? I happened to be not busy today, so I took the time to come over to accompany fate. Mo Yixuan said inconsistently, and at this time, only he knew that his heart hurt as if it was dripping blood, but he still wanted to hide the pain and irritability in his heart.

He Xiyan pursed the corners of her mouth helplessly, he was lying, and she could see it at a glance.

Yuan Yuan gulped down the rice fed by his father, he was really hungry after playing for so long, so he finished the bowl of soup and bibimbap after a while.

"Mom eats ......" Yuan Yuan saw that his mother had been sitting and not eating, he stretched out his little finger and pointed to the dishes on the table, telling his mother to eat.

He Xiyan's eyes seemed to have suddenly flown into the sand, and there was a sourness in her eyes, she looked at her child, and she was also surprised, Yuan Yuan could say so many words, and she became a lot more sensible.

She finally picked up the pair of chopsticks and sandwiched a small piece of beef.

However, her heart is a little difficult to calm down, and her biggest regret in this life is that she can't grow up with her two children.

Mo Yixuan watched her eat, and put some vegetables into her bowl, a full bowl, and he took a bowl himself, eating while feeding the edge on the side.

Such a time is incomparably precious to him now, and even he hopes that this moment will never pass. He could just be with her and their children all the time.

Half an hour later, they finally finished eating, Mo Yixuan hugged Yuan Yuan and walked downstairs, He Xiyan followed, and the three of them walked together, just like other families of three.

And they still didn't realize that the woman who followed them had taken pictures of their trip and recorded them one by one. I've taken no less than 20 shots.