Great God, don't make candy easily!

Chapter 236 Goodbye, crybaby
Staring at the screen until it went dark, Han Mochen was thinking about Xia Bairuo's cute little appearance.

Beside him, his sister Xia Wanwan tugged on his clothes and asked him, "Brother, what are you thinking about."

"It's nothing." Han Mochen smiled and turned his gaze out of the car window.

The blue sky in the distance brought his mind back to that cold winter night eight years ago.

……

In the early morning, he woke up in a daze and saw his father sitting on the chair next to the bed looking at him.

His father's eyes were filled with tenderness that he had never seen before.

Although only for a brief moment.

When he got up, his father had already recovered from his usual serious and almost inhumane demeanor. He looked up at the time and said to him, "There's still half an hour left. We'll set off. You can clean up."

Outside the window, it was dark.

A trace of doubt arose in Han Mochen's heart, and he turned to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table...Twelve past ten.

"Where?" he asked.

"America." Han Xingzhi stood up and straightened his clothes.

USA……?
Han Mochen is no stranger to this term. After all, he follows his mother and father there several times every year.

It's just that I have never left in the middle of the night like now.

Seeing that he didn't move, Han Xingzhi didn't know what was in his heart, so he rarely said more, "In the room you are in over there, I will have someone pretend to be exactly the same as you are now."

...Why install another one the way it is now?
Han Mochen reacted, "Aren't you coming back?"

Han Xingzhi looked at him condescendingly, and the father and son looked at each other.

Under Han Mo's unavoidable gaze, he nodded slowly, "From now on, you will live there."

The confusion and fear of the unknown made Han Mochen's eyes widen for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was a little dry, "What about you?"

A 13-year-old boy may be said to be sensible, but he is still just a half-grown child.

How could he escape Han Xingzhi, an old fox with many experience in shopping malls, with his little mind.

Sighing silently, he leaned down and touched his son's head for a rare moment, "I will handle the matter here and it will be over."

My father's hands are not as big as my mother's, but they are equally gentle and full of warmth.

Han Mochen nodded and said no more.

Two 10 minutes later.

Before leaving the villa, Han Mochen looked back at the home where he had lived for more than ten years, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

My nose felt sore, and my eyes turned red unconsciously.

Afraid of seeing Uncle Xia's father not far away, he turned his head silently.

Unfortunately, he met Aunt Xia's gentle and kind eyes again.

His cheeks were slightly warm, he sniffed and said deliberately, "Aunt Xia, Xia Bairuo..."

"Does Chen Chen want to say goodbye to Ruoruo?" Before Han Mo Chen finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xia's mother.

The soft words reminded him of his mother.

Without explanation, he nodded subconsciously.

"She is asleep, but I can take you to say goodbye to her." After saying that, Xia's mother patted his shoulder and led him to her home.

The two went upstairs, and Xia's mother opened the closed door.

The voice-activated light turned on, illuminating a small patch of dim yellow light.

On the small bed in the room, the little girl who cried miserably and made a fuss during the day was sleeping soundly on the bed with a doll in her arms.

At Mother Xia's signal, Han Mochen walked in slowly.

He looked at her, and many scenes passed through his mind like a revolving lantern, and finally stopped at the scene of her crying in the afternoon and saying that she would always be with her.

His pupils flickered slightly, Han Mochen leaned down and placed a kiss as light as a feather on Xia Bairuo's face.

Goodbye, crybaby.

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　　Thanks to Xiaoer for the reward of Xunlu Baby

　　
　
(End of this chapter)