He is delusional

Chapter 259

Summer goes to autumn, autumn goes to winter, and this year's first snow falls on Christmas Eve.

Because the road was slippery in the snow, the car driving back to Wei's mansion was going very slowly, the man in the back seat didn't care much, since he came home late after working overtime tonight, it doesn't matter if he was late.

The roof lights illuminated the documents on his lap. He read them line by line with great concentration. His eyes became blurred after reading for a long time, so he raised his head and looked out the window.

Now it's a red light and the car stops.

The roadside square was decorated with colorful balloons to celebrate the festival. When the wind blew, the balloons swayed in the light snow all over the sky. He lost his mind and heard someone whispering in his ear: "Mr. Wei, look Does the balloon in that kid's hand look like the trip to Iceland you owe me?"

She likes the stars, and has always wanted to go to Iceland to see the aurora, but she is usually either busy with work or not when the aurora appears. Last Spring Festival, she managed to have both, but because there are too many atings, it is inconvenient to travel far away. On hold again.

She didn't complain about Ah Ting, she just reminded him in different ways whenever she had time, as if she wanted to see him feel guilty.

He originally planned to find an early education teacher for A Ting after the next year, and with his father and mother watching, they would be able to walk away for a few days and take her to Iceland, which she was thinking of. If you don't feel tired, it's okay. To see the Blue Lagoon, the Snaefell Glacier, the Perlan Tower, and the legendary Golden Circle...

There was a shallow arc on the lips, and it disappeared in an instant.

It's all just "plans".

Yuchi withdrew his gaze and returned to the document, his face was even more dull than before.

Back at Wei's mansion, it was already eleven o'clock at night, most of the servants had already rested, Yuchi didn't stay in the living room, and went straight to the second floor.

The coat on his body was stained with snow, and he felt chilly. He thought about taking a shower before going to see A Ting, but when he walked into the room, he found the little guy lying on his bed.

A small body, sleeping in the middle, leaning on a pillow, hugging a pillow, sleeping with a small mouth.

The temperature on Yuchi's face was only a little warmer, he took off his coat and put it on the sofa, and gently touched his small face with his fingers, it was very soft and warm, probably the coldness of his fingertips woke him up, he opened his eyes. Opening his eyes, he called out in a sticky voice, "Dad."

He is four years old, and with Teacher Zhuang's teaching, he can speak clearly. Yuchi looked at him with downcast eyes, and asked softly, "Why didn't you go back to bed?"

He crawled out of the bed with a flutter, and took out a painting from under the pillow: "Give it to Dad!"

Yuchi took it and took a look, it turned out that it was a picture of him working in the study.

In order to send this painting, he waited until now?

Yuchi frowned, Ah Ting was very good at observing words and expressions, and got the first word before he blamed him: "I drew it a long time ago and wanted to give it to my father, but I don't see my father every day."

Yuchi paused, the end of the year was approaching, the company had many things to do, he left early and returned late, although he would visit him every night and ask the housekeeper about his day's affairs during the morning meal, but he really didn't say anything.

After all, he neglected the child.

Yuchi sat down on the edge of the bed, and hugged A Ting and the quilt to his lap: "A Ting draws very well, Dad likes it very much, Dad will accompany A Ting to draw on weekends."

"Okay!" Ating immediately beamed with joy.

Yuchi glanced under the pillow, and saw that there was a piece of paper under it: "Did you draw two pictures?"

oops!A Ting immediately grabbed the pillow to cover it, then blinked his eyes with an innocent face, what are you talking about, Dad?

The corner of Yuchi's mouth curved slightly: "Can I show Dad?"

Ating shook his head for the first time, but Yuchi looked at him with warm eyes, he hesitated, and nodded after a while: "Yeah."

The other one is completely different. It shows a long-haired woman sitting on the sofa in the living room, embroidering something.

Yuchi was slightly taken aback, remembering that during the period when Yuan was under house arrest, he did a cross-stitch, which is still hanging in A Ting's room.

It was already a long time ago, but he actually remembered it and even drew it.

The children's paintings are not very similar, but Yuchi still looked carefully at the woman in the painting for a long time, and then whispered: "The painting is my mother."

(End of this chapter)