As expected, Han Yurou saw Mr. Xu's face darken. It was ugly, but very restrained.

"Xu Yi, if you don't come over, I will throw away all your snacks and toys." Xu Shen said in a deep voice.

"Okay, okay, a good baby must listen to daddy." Han Yurou picked him up from the sofa and took him to the door, "Tiantian, go home with daddy."

"Father is a bad father." The little guy was still unconvinced.

"Say it again." Xu Shen looked down at the little guy.

As expected, the little guy felt guilty and hid behind Han Yurou with his limp body.

Xu Shen reached out and picked him up, then carried him away.

After thanking Han Yuju, Xu Shen left with Xiao Tiantian.

The little guy was howling like a ghost and kept shouting "bad daddy".

Xu Shen took him down the elevator, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Han Yurou shrugged, feeling angry and funny, but she really liked children. If she had such a big baby, she would definitely feel hurt if she let him go.

A baby is the best gift God gives to his mother.

Thinking about it this way, Han Yurou felt a little sorry for Xiao Tiantian's mother. Judging from Xiao Tiantian's description, that woman had a very good relationship with Xiao Tiantian.

After the divorce, I must be very reluctant to let go of Xiao Tiantian.

Han Yurou walked back to her apartment.

At the end of summer, the weather gradually turns cooler and the temperature drops day by day.

She happened to have some unfinished work, so she took out her laptop to work on it.

When she felt sleepy, she covered herself with a blanket and sat on the sofa to take a nap.

Somehow, she dreamed of winter again, that icy and snowy season, when she and Rong Jincheng walked step by step in the snow.

He carried her on his back, and then he collapsed and she dragged him into the cabin, where they spent the night in the dark, abandoned cabin.

The land of white snow seemed to be a secret realm, blocking her memory.

And this memory is as white as snowflakes, so pure that it is not stained by a trace of dust.

After sleeping until evening, when the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the balcony, Han Yurou stirred and woke up.

She actually slept for so long.

She dreamed about that night again.

She squinted her eyes and looked at the afterglow outside the window. She remembered Rong Jincheng's villa. She had never been there since that day.

Suddenly I thought, in this evening and this sunset, are the flowers, plants and trees over there okay?

Han Yurou turned over the villa key.

Before leaving, she fed Xiao Huihui some cat food and smoothed his fur.

She still remembers that road.

That villa was the villa of an abstract painter in New York. Later, the painter traveled around the world. I didn't expect that such an artist's villa would be bought by an unlearned person like Rong Jincheng. It was quite magical.

She took a taxi there.

There are only one or two servants in the villa.

This garden is so beautiful, the flowers and plants are still in good condition, exuding infinite vitality under the afterglow of the setting sun.

There is a winding path in the middle of the garden. You can follow this path to explore the garden.

Han Yurou did just that.

She actually didn't know why she came. Was it because the sunset was so beautiful?

Her small white leather shoes stepped on the dry road, her nose was full of fragrance, and the soft light shone on her long light green skirt. It was quiet all around, like a quiet palace or a secret garden, and she was here

's owner.

The steps are slow and the eyes are calm.
Chapter completed!