Daily Life of a Villain’s Mother

He is just his mother's little sunflower, where his mother is, his eyes will fall.

Cheng Ping, who was on the side, saw the strangeness of Mrs. He. Although she felt strange in her heart, she didn't think about it at all. She just thought that Mrs. He wanted a great-grandson.

At the other end, the "Superstar Project" villa.

Because they had a week off last week, after the day off after the game, they will be back to enter the next knockout round immediately.

Ye Fan was waiting for her team's car in the villa.

The other players had already left. She called Dai Jinshan, but no one answered. After a while, Dai Jinshan sent Ye Fan a license plate number.

Ye Fan left the villa and walked along the road outside.

A black car was parked not far away, which matched the license plate number given by Dai Jinshan. It was an extremely unfamiliar car that Ye Fan had never seen before.

Ye Fan walked to the front of the car and stopped.

The window rolled down, revealing a familiar face.

It was He Han.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and felt strange: "Why you?"

He Han hooked his lips and threw out a sentence: "Oh. Why can't it be me?"

They had only seen each other on the show tonight, and every time they played the show, the team driver came over. This time, what was the purpose of He Han's support of her team?

He Han's expression was slightly condensed, and he stared at Ye Fan with a half-smile: "Dudu is waiting for you at home, you only have one day, if you want to spend more time with him..."

He Han spit out a few words: "Then get in the car." His tone was slow, but his momentum was extremely strong, and she could not refuse at all.

Ye Fan stood outside the car, He Han stood inside the car, and the two looked at each other for a few seconds.

Although it was late at night, there were still some workers who did not rest here. Ye Fan didn't want to stay here any longer, she could only open the door and sit in the co-pilot.

As soon as the door was closed, the sound outside suddenly fell silent. There was great silence in the carriage, only the air seemed to make small noises as it moved.

Ye Fan didn't know that the moment she got into the car, she had already entered He Han's plan.

The black car drove quietly into the night. Leaving the villa area and reaching the road, the city has rich nightlife and bright lights, just like daytime.

Ye Fan subconsciously checked the situation around her, she didn't want to be photographed by the paparazzi with He Han.

He Han glanced over from the corner of his eye, the corner of his lips curled slightly, and he said lightly: "The media is not familiar with this car and won't follow along."

Ye Fan glanced sideways slightly, He Han knew exactly what she was thinking.

She hummed and said nothing. As long as it is safe to return home, I am very tired today, and I don't want to say much along the way.

The car drove smoothly for a while, and after a while, the route seemed to change.

He Han turned, went to another road, and drove the car to the high speed.

Ye Fan noticed something was wrong and narrowed his eyes. She spoke, her voice slightly cold: "He Han, this is not my way home."

He Han replied calmly, "I know."

Ye Fan turned his head and saw that He Han's well-defined profile face became colder and colder in the insufficiently clear light. He didn't look at her, just drove the car straight ahead.

Ye Fan didn't panic, and asked calmly, "Where are you going?"

He Han didn't answer, Ye Fan quickly retracted his gaze, clenched his hands, and the thoughts in his mind quickly turned.

What does He Han want to do? No, more precisely, did he mean to say something?

Did he know the truth? But she was the only one who knew about this matter, so how did He Han know about it?

Ye Fan couldn't think of an answer, but his thoughts became more and more chaotic.

She gradually became a little anxious, but quickly forced herself to calm down. After thinking about it, she thought of a way to test whether he knew.

Ye Fan adjusted his mentality, and then said, "He Han, I know you are very kind to me and Dudu."

"You usually accompany Dudu and take him to many places, so that Dudu is no longer alone."

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"I'm very grateful for all this." Ye Fan counted He Han's goodness, and before she knew it, she had already recorded so much in her heart.

He Han didn't speak, and an imperceptible smile appeared in his deep eyes.

He could see Ye Fan's calm face clearly from the corner of his eye.

However, He Han could also judge how flustered this calm expression was.

He had already heard the temptation in Ye Fan's words, but now he was just watching her silently, what else would he say?

Ye Fan turned his head and lowered his expression: "But there are too many things you interfered with."

He Han smiled meaningfully: "Really?"

Ye Fan emphasized seriously: "Dudu he is my son."

He Han didn't speak, he curved his lips slightly, and a chuckle suddenly fell from the car.

The next second, he stepped on the accelerator, the car accelerated, and after getting off the highway, he turned a few corners.

On a secluded road, the car slowly stopped.

Before He Han said anything, Ye Fan lowered his head, unfastened his seat belt, and tried to find a chance to leave.

At this time, Ye Fan's movements stopped, and she noticed that a force suddenly pulled her.

When her behavior was stopped, He Han had already covered his body and looked down at her.

The man's cold breath also rushed towards her.

"He Han."

Ye Fan's eyes dimmed, and he read his name.

Ye Fan's eyes drooped, and he saw He Han's well-defined hand clenched her arm. His attitude was obvious, not letting her leave.

The night was very dark, and the street lamps outside fell into the cold light. The lights illuminated the faces of the two of them, and they could see each other's facial features clearly.

Ye Fan raised his eyes and met He Han's gaze.

He Han's eyes locked on her, serious and focused, as if to hold her tight.

"What do you want to do?" Ye Fan's tone was cold, "I'm going to get out of the car."

The corner of He Han's mouth closed with a smile, but he still didn't speak, didn't let go, didn't let go, just looked at her silently there.

He Han just found out about Dudu not long ago, but he hadn't found a chance to tell Ye Fan yet. After meeting Dudu, he made up his mind.

Tonight, this truth will be clearly laid out in front of her eyes by him.

Ye Fan emphasized it again: "Dudu is waiting for me, I'm going home."

Intuition told her that He Han might have something to tell her, but she didn't want to know, and was afraid to know what he said.

Because that's probably something she's been avoiding all along.

He Han's eyes slowly crossed Ye Fan's cheeks, from top to bottom.

For some reason, Ye Fan was so flustered.

He Han's slightly cold hands tightly clasped her wrist, giving her no chance to escape at all.

Ye Fan moved an inch, and He Han was a little tighter. The slightly rough fingertips touched her skin, extremely soft.

He Han lowered his head slightly, and the two got a little closer.

There seemed to be a glimmer of light in his dark eyes, and then he looked deeply into hers.

He Han stared at Ye Fan for a while, and his thin lips moved slightly: "Ye Fan, did you forget?"

Ye Fan was stunned for half a second, her eyes flashed, the corners of her lips pursed into a straight line, and she didn't say anything. The car suddenly became quiet, only the dull air condensed the atmosphere.

He Han moved his body, leaned a little closer to Ye Fan's eyes, and glanced at her eyes.

He opened his mouth again, and his cold, low voice fell with his warm breath.

Word by word, reminded her of a fact that cannot be ignored.

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