Daily Life of a Villain’s Mother

Belly bulging.

Ye Fan smiled, put Dudu's exposed arms into the quilt, tucked Dudu's quilt, and dropped a kiss on his chubby little face.

Ye Fan stood up, closed the curtains, and when she turned around, He Han was standing behind her.

After Dudu fell asleep, He Han and Ye Fan looked at each other.

He Han pointed to the door, motioning for Ye Fan to come out. They were rarely alone, and he had something to say to her.

Ye Fan lowered his head, looked at the undulating belly, and made sure that he was really asleep before looking up again to meet He Han's eyes.

Ye Fan nodded and started, moving very lightly, not wanting to disturb her little baby. After walking to the door, she glanced at Dudu again, and then closed the door gently.

The next second, Ye Fan noticed the warm temperature coming from his palm.

He Han's hand has been stretched out, and he naturally clenched Ye Fan's hand. His palm was wide, and when the pulp of his finger lightly swiped across her palm, there seemed to be a tiny electric current passing through it.

Ye Fan was stunned, she lowered her eyes and let him hold her hand like this.

He Han started, and Ye Fan followed silently behind him.

The house was very quiet in the middle of the night, and the moonlight illuminated the corridor cleanly and quietly. They walked quietly like this, as if walking through a long memory.

All the way along the moonlight to the living room.

The lights are not turned on here, and the moonlight is bright and clean through one side of the window. Ye Fan glanced at the glass cabinet and saw the vinyl records full of them.

Ye Fan's gaze stayed for a while, and He Han noticed her pause and followed her gaze.

He Han's eyes fell on the stack of vinyl records, and he couldn't help bending the corners of his lips and smiled.

Only the two of them can understand the deep meaning inside.

He Han and Ye Fan sat down.

The night was quiet, a good time to snoop, and those things that were never spoken. Buried in my heart for so long, it is time.

Ye Fan was silent for a while, and then she asked first, "When did you find out that I belonged to that Ye Fan?"

The smile on He Han's lips deepened: "I saw you in Huarui after our drama was finished."

He Han recalled the scene at that time.

Just because of one of her backs reminded him of the past.

"At the time, I just thought you were a little familiar when you weren't acting." Shen Shen's voice dropped.

Ye Fan felt strange: "We haven't met before."

He Han explained: "At that time you were studying in New York, and I went to your school once."

"You lowered your head and thought about the song, but didn't notice me." Ye Fan didn't know, He Han watched her back that day and silently wrote it down.

Ye Fan lowered her eyes, and there was a bit of regret in her voice: "That's it."

After He Han came to this world, he recalled the past many times.

His only contact with Ye Fan was broken, and he thought he would never see her again.

So when he felt that Ye Fan was a little familiar, He Han took the initiative to follow her. Even a little hope is fine.

He Han leaned over slightly: "What about you?"

Ye Fan raised his eyes, and their eyes met. She replied slowly, "I was at your house that day and saw the vinyl records in the glass case."

Ye Fan: "I suspected it before, and it wasn't until then that I was really sure."

"You've seen each one." He Han glanced at the glass case lightly, "The vinyl record was also bought for you."

He Han never thought that he would meet Ye Fan in this world, but the songs she likes and the music she loves can also become his best memories.

There are still many things, He Han will tell Ye Fan slowly.

Her efforts, her progress.

And she was approaching him seriously.

He knows it all.

"Ye Fan, did you know?" He Han's jawline tightened, illuminated by the bright moonlight.

He Han's eyes slowly moved down, and he told her, "I'll be there every time you perform."

Ye Fan was startled, she pursed her lips and said, "Have you heard the song I made?"

He Han smiled and didn't answer, but through his eyes, Ye Fan could already guess the answer.

"Well... let me guess." He Han leaned over and looked into Ye Fan's eyes, and a cold voice sounded, "Which songs are written for me?"

Ye Fan looked away, his ears warmed up.

Although what He Han said was the truth, Ye Fan couldn't answer it so blatantly.

"Ye Fan, how long have you liked me?" He Han stared at her with a half-smile, "Ten years, right?"

This was what Ye Fan said at the time, but she just wanted to explain to He Han that the person she liked was real. Unexpectedly, now he was used to tease him.

Ye Fan turned away and muttered in a low voice, "It didn't take that long."

He Han said meaningfully: "That's probably not too short."

When the accident happened, Ye Fan was still in junior high school, and it was only in the later contact that they had a secret relationship.

The air was quiet for a while, and Ye Fan remained silent.

He Han threw a lot of questions, but she didn't know what to say. Just let him speak on his own.

He Han chuckled lightly, reached out and hugged Ye Fan into his arms, he lowered his head to meet her eyes.

Ye Fan's heart jumped, and he could see his eyes deepening. pure white moonlight

Reflecting on their faces, they can clearly see each other's facial features, which adds a bit of ambiguity.

He Han approached Ye Fan little by little, and the distance between the two gradually narrowed.

At the same time, the warm and familiar breath on his body was getting closer.

Ye Fan subconsciously froze his breath and closed his eyes.

He Han's eyes slowly swept across Ye Fan's face, from trembling eyelashes to her delicate lips. Her nervousness and anxiety can be seen everywhere.

His thin lips curled slightly, and he leaned down until the distance disappeared.

The next second, Ye Fan noticed the soft touch on his lips.

Her heart beat faster, and his kiss was meticulous and careful, shallow but not deep.

He kissed over and over again, carefully tracing her beautiful lips.

Ye Fan's breathing was a little short, and He Han's movements paused slightly. Immediately, he probed her lips again.

Under his kiss, the deep winter air didn't seem as cold as before.

After a while, He Han removed his lips, he still held Ye Fan in his arms and looked down at her face.

When Ye Fan opened her eyes, she happened to meet He Han's dark eyes, she was startled, her eyes dodged.

He Han hooked his lips and gently released Ye Fan's body.

Ye Fan stood up, but she didn't look at He Han, her ears were still red.

"Good night." After Ye Fan said a word, he wanted to leave.

"By the way, Ye Fan." He Han suddenly stopped her.

Ye Fan stopped and turned to look at He Han. There was a hint of a smile in his eyes, which softened his stern face.

He Hanqing's voice sounded, he teased Ye Fan seriously and told her something.

"Next time, don't hold your breath."

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment. After realizing what He Han was talking about, her face turned red.

He Han continued to say solemnly, "I'm worried you're out of breath."

Ye Fan pursed his lips tightly, didn't say anything, turned around and left.

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