Daily Life of a Villain’s Mother

Dudu looked at He Han and Ye Fan with anticipation, their two little hands held hands. His eyes were serious, and neither could resist.

Want to sleep with Dudu at night? No one has answered this question for the time being.

At this moment, there was a murmur in the air, breaking the silence in this room.

Dudu embarrassedly touched his small belly: "Mom and Dad, are you hungry?"

Ye Fan burst out laughing, and she bent down and crouched in front of Dudu. Dudu's small body was wrapped in a down jacket and looked round and plump.

She reached out and poked Dudu's belly lightly, and asked softly, "Is Dudu hungry?"

Just outside the villa, it was too cold. You can feel the chill in walking in the air in the deep winter. Even if there is sunshine, it cannot be dispelled.

Now they were staying in the house for a while, and their whole bodies had warmed up.

Ye Fan carefully helped Dudu take off his down jacket. Inside him was a small gray sweater, which made the whole chubby little face whiter.

He smiled and ran to the outside of the bedroom. When He Han and Ye Fan came out, he was obediently standing at the table, waiting for lunch.

Because of the urgent time, Ye Fan cooked two dishes so that Dudu could eat breakfast earlier.

After the three of them had settled for lunch, they leaned against the child's seat contentedly and contentedly.

Dudu looked through the open door and saw a piano in the piano room on the first floor. His eyes lit up instantly, and Xiao Niu sounded, "I want to listen to my mother playing the piano."

When Ye Fan did not make any money, there were no musical instruments in the house. She once taught Xiao Xiao to play the piano. At that time Dudu was present. His mother played the piano very well, and he kept it in his heart.

"The last two games are left. I don't know what the match is yet." He Han answered for Ye Fan. "Let's play the piano with Dudu today."

The two of them haven't found a way to get along with each other for the time being, but as long as they mumble each time, the atmosphere will always be much easier.

Ye Fan looked down at Dudu, and bent his lips, smiling: "Do Dudu like to listen to it so much?"

The little head of Toot is little by little, which strongly indicates that the mother's piano sound is first-class in Toot's heart, and no one can match it.

Dudu thought for a while, the chubby finger pointed Xia Han's direction: "Daddy likes it too."

Ye Fan followed the beeping fingers and looked at He Han's eyes.

They looked at each other, and He Han's eyes seemed to have an inexplicable emotion hidden in her eyes, but she couldn't understand her eyes.

Ye Fan frowned. The warm winter sun outside the window drenched every corner of the house, and it became completely silent.

The moment he and He Han looked at each other seemed like layers of memories.

Ye Fan had a very strange feeling.

She and He Han had clearly not had much contact before. Why did his eyes look familiar? As if he had known her for years.

When the beep and tender voice sounded, Ye Fan returned to God. The chubby man sitting next to him made a hug pose.

The thought in his head disappeared, Ye Fan tooted and went to the piano room.

Sitting on the stool, Ye Fan asked Dudu: "Dudu and Dad sit by and watch you play the piano, okay?"

Ye Fan smiled: "Okay."

The bench can sit down with two adults, Du Du was hugged by He Han, sitting on the other side of the bench. The father and son looked at Ye Fan like this.

In the face of these two close-up audiences, Ye Fan was not stage frightened. Ye Fan perceives her muzzle-focused gaze. She just bends her lips slightly, a light smile on her lips.

Ye Fan lifted the lid open, and the sun fell on her white, long fingers, as if a layer of light golden light came from the cage.

He Han's eyes were getting darker, looking at Ye Fan, without blinking.

Ye Fan thought for a few seconds, and a tune echoed in his mind. She pursed her lips, put her fingers lightly on the black and white keys, and popped the first note.

This song was made by Ye Fan herself, which is of great significance. It was the first song she wrote while studying composition in the United States.

The familiar music fell into He Han's ears, and his heart jumped.

He Han's eyes flickered slightly, and the tight jaw line became more contoured. His eyes locked on Ye Fan, at this moment she overlapped with his memory little by little.

He Han's eyes drifted away, and the scenes of memories kept flashing back, extremely clear.

After the song was made public, Ye Fan had been interviewed. The reporter asked her if she had any ideas when she composed the song.

Ye Fan answered that there was a person who was important to her, and she created it based on her imagination.

In the piano room, the music continued to sound.

Ye Fan's fingers kept pressing the keys. Although it had not been played for a long time, the tune was still in her heart.

He Hanning looked at Ye Fan.

And the man in the memory, sitting next to him so earnestly, she played the tune composed for him.

He Han looked at Ye Fan's delicate side face, her expression was extremely focused. He knew that she, like him, was caught in the memories of the past.

Only those two of them, memories.

The piano music stopped gradually, and there was silence in the piano room.

At this moment, a discontinuous sound suddenly sounded, and Dudu's fingers twitched and pressed on the keys.

Ye Fan froze, and Yu Guang glanced at the fat little hands next to him.

Dudu turned his head and looked at He Han.

He giggled, and turned back again, and started playing the piano. He turned left and right, and the rhythmless music was full of childlike cuteness.

Ye Fan played with Dudu, and she played the tune just now.

To the sound of her piano, a topping improvisation was added. He Han held the small hand of Dudu and pressed on the keys in the direction of Dudu.

This piano piece, which once belonged to He Han and Ye Fan, has now become their memories with Dudu.

After playing the piano, it suddenly snowed outside.

"Wow, it's snowing." Toot ran to the window, his little hand was on the side, and he looked out excitedly.

The heavy snow fell and circled in the air.

The exhaled breath condensed on the glass, and Dudu took the chubby hand and yanked it, drawing something awkwardly.

He drew a villain first, then two taller people on both sides of the villain, and finally he stomped his feet and drew a big love, with three people in the middle.

"Mom, look." Dudu turned and looked at Ye Fan. "This is the father, this is the mother, and the baby is in the middle."

Ye Fan was amused by the sound of beeping milk and milk, she squatted down and said, "Doodle is great."

The next second, Dudu suddenly lay in Ye Fan's arms. He reached out his fat finger and pointed out the window: "Mom, Dudu wants to go out and play."

Du Du opened his eyes wide, Ye Fan had no resistance to such a cute Du Du.

Ye Fan was worried that it would be too cold outside, and Dudu would catch a cold. She didn't agree to it immediately, but pushed the question to He Han.

"You ask Dad, can you?"

Dudu quickly turned to look at He Han. He also used his cute offensive to try to sprout people with round eyes.

"Dad, Dudu wants to play with snow."

He Han knew Ye Fan's thoughts, but he was not as cautious as Ye Fan. He squatted down and dug out of Ye Fan's arms and stuck it on He Han's body.

He Han stroked his head dumbly: "It is only allowed to play for fifteen minutes, and when the time comes, come in immediately."

After receiving He Han's promise, he jumped a few times, waving his fat arm happily.

Ye Fan glanced at He Han. He Han knew exactly what Ye Fan wanted to say. He reluctantly spread his hands. Who could let them meet such a cute son, how could he refuse.

Du Du just wanted to open his legs and ran outside, his hat bouncing along with his fat body. The next second, his hat was pulled by He Han.

He Han pointed the direction of Ye Fan: "Dudu remember to listen to her mother."

Ye Fan brought Dudu's coat and scarf from the sofa. Dudu immediately ran to Ye Fan's feet and put on his jacket again.

Ye Fan took the scarf around Dudu's neck, and Dudu said seriously, "Mom, Dudu is very good."

With a smile on his mouth, Ye Fan gently patted his dumb belly: "Go."

Dudu rushed into the snow like a chubby little pier. He Han contracted the entire villa, and unless He Han asked, no one would disturb them.

So at this moment, there are only three of them in the quiet snow.

Dudu has also seen snow before, but no one has ever played with him. He just looked at the picture on the TV with an envious face, imagining when playing with his mother and father.

Now, every wish he made came true.

Dudu wears thick gloves, so even if he touches the snow directly, he will not get wet. He walked jubilantly with short legs, walking deep and shallow in the snow.

Ye Fan followed behind Dudu, all eyes were smiling.

As soon as Ye Fan stepped out of the doorway, a white snowflake fell on her forehead, a little damp and cool. Ye Fan took a deep breath, and the air was cool.

Looking away, the snow was flying all over the sky, and the sound of snow was soothing that it made people calm.

The next second, Ye Fan suddenly felt a soft touch on her neck. She froze and turned to look behind her. He Han held Ye Fan's scarf in his hand, and his gaze fell straight into Ye Fan's eyes.

In He Han's dark eyes, as if in this endless white world, only her was left.

Ye Fan suddenly avoided He Han's eyes, and immediately said, "I'll do it myself." She reached out to take the scarf, but did not expect to touch the warm touch under her palm.

Ye Fan was a stunner again, she removed her finger from He Han's hand.

Ye Fan tried to pull back the scarf, but was hindered. She looked at He Han with a confused expression.

Although He Han heard Ye Fan's words just now, he didn't follow suit and still held Ye Fan's scarf without letting go.

He Han's attitude was resolute and he insisted on helping Ye Fan, Ye Fan couldn't help holding his breath. He Han's hand went round her neck, moving gently.

"You remember not letting Dudu catch a cold, but you forgot to take care of yourself."

He Han's tone is familiar, as if the two have been together for a long time.

He Han looked at Ye Fan, he was not far away from Ye Fan, and Qing Qing's voice fell, but it seemed a little distant.

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed, He Han's hand caught her eyes, and his fingers were long and stern, and he put them on her scarf.

The quiet snow fell, but Ye Fan felt hot on his side.

Ye Fan slightly moved her side by pulling her hair, widening the distance between He Han, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you," Ye Fan said gently.

He Han looked at Ye Fan's movement with a smile, without breaking Ye Fan's careful thinking. His eyes were slightly tight, and a very shallow smile appeared under his eyes.

"No need to."

The snow fell silently, but didn't feel cold at all.

Ye Fan took his attention away from He Han and put it on Dudu again. Dudu had a good time alone.

Dudu looked at the fluttering snowflakes on the top and secretly made a decision.

Dudu raised his head, opened his mouth toward the sky, and even spit out his little tongue, trying to taste what snow was like.

The cold touch fell to the tip of his tongue, and he pouted.

It doesn't seem to taste much.

"Beep." Ye Fan's voice sounded behind the beep, and the beep was caught again.

Dudu quickly turned around and straightened his back. Every little flesh on his body revealed his nervousness. His little milky voice was a little flustered: "Mom, Dudu only took one bite."

Ye Fan reluctantly walked towards Dudu: "Dudu's stomach will be uncomfortable, you know?"

Dudu touched his own small belly and nodded obediently, and he told Ye Fan solemnly the taste of snow: "Mom, Dudu has tasted it for you, and snow is not delicious at all."

Ye Fan was ridiculed by the children's words of toots.

"Don't Dou mean to make a snowman? Fifteen minutes will come soon." Ye Fan reminded Dou kindly, and when he heard Dou, he immediately returned to God.

Dudu da da ran to He Han, took He Han's hand: "Dad helps Dudu make a snowman."

In order to toot, He Han and Ye Fan worked together to help Dudu push a small snowman, because the conditions were not enough, and there was no decoration on the snowman.

That's it, Dudu doesn't like it too. He made several turns around the snowman, his eyes were bright.

"Wow, both father and mother are amazing." Dudu clapped his hands happily, his face is worshipped by Ye Fan and He Han.

Dudu's little nose was frozen red, but Dudu was too crazy to play and didn't notice the cold.

Ye Fan looked at the time: "Okay, it's time." Dudu was very reluctant. He drew his hand on the snowman and didn't want to leave.

Ye Fan nodded Dudu's nose: "Don't Dudu want to talk?"

Dudu quickly shook his head: "Dudu will not, Dudu just wants to play for a while." Dudu looked at He Han again, "Daddy, can you play for another five minutes?"

He Han lifted Dudu from the snow: "This time it won't work, we have already said."

Both He Han and Ye Fan did not want to cultivate bad habits of toots, and said that good things must be observed. Although Dudu was reluctant, he nodded obediently.

He Han glanced at the chubby chubby dude: "Not now, but Dudu can come tomorrow."

Du Du looked up at He Han: "Will Xue still come to Du Tu tomorrow?"

Ye Fan smiled: "Of course."

Listening to the beep, eyes brightened, the child's emotions came quickly and went fast. His bad mood was swept away instantly.

Ye Fan had long cleared Dudu's temper: "Do Dudu drink hot milk?"

Can't play with snow, but there is still hot milk to drink. For Dudu, what they eat is more important than that, and Dudu replied loudly: "Yes, Dudu wants to drink hot milk."

Ye Fan and He Han each coaxed their soft and adorable sons into submission. As novice parents, they adapt quickly.

Dudu returned to the room and carefully took the hot milk handed to him by Ye Fan. He took the big cup with his small hand and walked to the window.

Dudu didn't know where a small bench was dragged from. He sat on it nicely, drinking milk and watching the snowman outside.

Because it's winter, it's getting dark early, and it doesn't take long for the sky to be completely dark, and Dudu can no longer see the little snowman outside.

It was just dinner time, and Dudu relied on He Han.

Dudu could have eaten by himself, but he had to give He Han a bite to feed him. Because he has his own dad, he can do everything with him.

A day passed quickly.

Dudu lay on the big bed, and he patted him on the sides with his fat hand: "Mom and Dad went to sleep with Dudu."

Ye Fan and Du Tu discussed for a while, but Du Tu did not agree. He pursed his mouth and looked like crying.

Dudu went to an unfamiliar place, and he sticked to Han and Ye Fan more than usual. They couldn't beat him at all.

Dudu opened her eyes wide: "Why can't mom and dad sleep with Dudu?"

Ye Fan cannot explain to Dudu, she is different from He Han and others. They are not real husband and wife.

Dudu had been sleepy all day, but he still didn't close his eyes. Ye Fan and He Han could only sleep on both sides of Dudu.

There are beeps in the middle, maybe not so awkward.

Ye Fan was lying on the innermost side, He Han was outside the bed, and his small body was shrunk in the middle. As long as Ye Fan reached out, he could touch He Han.

Ye Fan didn't know what He Han's expression was. She just kept her eyes on Dudu's face and patted Dudu's belly gently.

In the process of falling asleep, He Han and Ye Fan kept looking at him.

The two kept the same posture and looked like a pair of parents caring about their son.

Dudu was already asleep, and He Han and Ye Fan looked up at the same time.

The two eyes collided accidentally, and the air suddenly quieted for a moment.

Although the bed was large, they were so close that their eyes seemed to have nowhere to hide.

They had to look down at their son again, silent.

Ye Fan was tired. After a while, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

He Han slowly raised his eyes and stared at Ye Fan. His dark eyes were full of meaning.

He glanced at the sleeping toot, and his eyes fell on Ye Fan again.

He Han bent his lips. In this world, two of his most important people are lying beside him at this moment.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly.

It was late at night, and only the moonlight outside the window was still carefully looking at the earth.

In the silent room, He Han and Ye Fan's heads were inadvertently put together, and they did not notice in their sleep.

The two breathed very close together, entangled gently.

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