The sweet wife of the rich and wealthy: good night, sir

The little guy on the side kept looking at them with his head raised. When he heard what he said, his brows furrowed, and he said, "Mom didn't come to say goodbye, we came to see Dad!" As he spoke, his little hand pulled Hold Xia Ying's hand, and then said, "Mom even made breakfast for Dad, look, there are roses!"

Only then did Fang Heng and Mousse notice that Liu Zhi and Zhou Ping were holding a red rose and a thermos in their hands respectively. It really didn't look like they were here to say goodbye.

"Ma'am, are you really not leaving?" Mousse asked, feeling a little excited at the moment.

Xia Ying nodded, after experiencing what she saw and heard last night, she couldn't just walk away now.

"Great!" Mousse replied, and the frown between his eyebrows relaxed a little.

But Fang Heng's expression did not become clear, he said, "Take good care of him."

Xia Ying replied, "I will."

Fang Heng nodded, watched her take the flowers and thermos, and then ordered, "You guys wait for me outside."

"It's the princess." Liu Zhi and the others replied, watching her and Ye Jue enter the ward with their own eyes.

The little guy thought about Ye Han all night, and as soon as he entered, he yelled, "Daddy!" and ran towards the hospital bed.

The child's voice was very clear, Ye Han turned his eyes to look at the door, but his eyes fell on Xia Ying's body, his pupils instantly enlarged a little, he couldn't believe that she had actually come.

"Father, are you better?" Ye Jue asked him as he leaned over the hospital bed, his dark eyes were still shining with distress and worry.

"It's much better." Ye Han replied, glanced at the child, and then turned his eyes back to Xia Ying. Seeing that she was holding flowers and a thermos in her hand, she didn't seem to be here to say goodbye to him, but he wasn't sure. .

After he experienced disappointment again and again, he became less and less confident, at least in front of her, he no longer had the courage and dominance he had back then.

Perhaps, when there was a rift between them, he had already lost that qualification, and he could no longer be like he was back then, because he had already had a stain in her heart...

Ye Han's heart was throbbing, nervous, restless, and even sad, all entangled together.

Xia Ying looked at him. At that moment, she seemed to be able to understand what was going on in his heart. She couldn't help but feel like being stung by a wasp, and the pain spread from the bottom of her heart.

"Are you feeling better today?" she asked, hiding her feelings and walking towards the hospital bed.

"Yeah." Yehan replied, his eyes moved with her.

Xia Ying put the flowers in her hand on the bedside table and said, "These flowers were picked in Mozhuang."

"..." Yehan said nothing, just looked at her, knowing that she went to Mozhuang yesterday, he thought she was there to pick up his son and leave.

"I brought some chicken porridge, do you want to try it?" Xia Ying said again, turning her head to look at him as well.

"..." Before Ye Han could speak, Ye Jue said, "Mum made this with her own hands. It's delicious. I ate two bowls today. Daddy, try it!"

The corners of Yehan's mouth curled up, his heart warmed up, and he agreed, "Okay."

Xia Ying poured out a bowl of chicken porridge, and the aroma wafted from her nose.

Ye Han raised his hand to take the bowl to eat by himself, but Xia Ying sat down beside the hospital bed and said, "Mr. Fang said you can't move around now, it will be very troublesome if the wound opens again."

The corner of Ye Jue's mouth curled up, and he echoed from the side, "Mama, feed Papa!"