Daily Life of a Villain’s Mother

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Dudu also likes the grandmother in front of her very much. Mom is right. Grandma and mother seem to be equally gentle.

Jian Lan held Dudu's small body and didn't let go. Looking at Dudu, she made up for some of her regrets as if she was looking at Ye Fan when she was a child.

New Year's Eve is coming soon. Every house is lit, the streets are brightly lit, and the whole night will not stop.

Before nightfall, a light snow fell silently in the sky, the snowflakes fluttered, and the snow rustled.

Even though the weather is cold, everyone's enthusiasm remains undiminished, returning home after leaving, and reunion after separation.

Just before the New Year, Ye Fan and Jian Lan recognized each other. It seemed to be destined, and even God wanted to give Ye Fan a reunion night.

After Mrs. He learned about Ye Fan's life experience, she felt distressed again. She felt that Ye Fan was working hard to bring up the children by herself, but now her heart was broken.

Mrs. He took the initiative to call Jian Lan and put forward her own ideas. She wanted the family to be able to celebrate the New Year together this year.

Jian Lan naturally agreed.

They found a holiday villa, and on New Year's Eve, everyone got together to celebrate the New Year.

This proposal is the best for Ye Fan and Dudu. They don't want to be separated from any of their families on this big day.

He Han's father also rushed back from abroad. He missed Dudu's third birthday last time, which was enough to make him annoyed. Now he will never miss the day of family reunion.

"Dudu, put the scarf on first." Dudu went to a new place and ran inside as if he was happy.

Mrs. He and Jian Lan chased behind Dudu, one holding a scarf and the other holding gloves, for fear that Dudu might catch a cold.

"It's snowing." Dudu looked at the fine snowflakes, and the corners of his raised mouth never let go. He looked at Mrs. He expectantly, obviously thinking of those snowmen who were in the yard of He's house last time.

Mrs. He smiled helplessly, and she nodded Dudu's nose: "Grandma Zeng can't make a snowman for Dudu now."

Dudu was a little disappointed, but he recovered quickly. The snow on the ground had not accumulated, but it was wet after the snow fell.

Jian Lan has been staring at Dudu's every move. If Dudu falls and cries in pain, Jian Lan and Mrs. He will feel that the world is collapsing.

As long as Mrs. He and Jian Lan were there, Ye Fan would not be able to intervene at all. Instead, she became the most free person.

However, Mrs. He and the others also have the same thoughts. Usually Ye Fan works hard, so he should rest more while he is at home.

Jane Lan specially customized a dining table that could seat several people at the same time.

When it was time for dinner, everyone sat around the table, and there were various kinds of dumplings and glutinous rice balls in various flavors on the table.

Dudu saw the colorful dumplings, and his eyes lit up instantly. Old Mrs. He liked the way she was eating, and when she saw Ye Fan got up to get dumplings, she immediately stopped Ye Fan.

Mrs. He personally scooped dumplings of various colors into the bowl, and also scooped a small bowl of glutinous rice balls and handed them to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan took the scissors and divided the dumplings into two, making it easier for Dudu to eat. Dudu's look of burying his head and eating hard made everyone at the table laugh.

Dudu took a bite of the dumpling, and the hot sesame filling flowed out, and Dudu quickly took a careful sip. The sweet smell made his eyes narrow with a smile.

Mrs. He first took out a red envelope and gave it to Dudu: "This is the lucky money grandma gave Dudu."

Immediately afterwards, Father He and Tang Zhen and his wife also took out the red envelopes one after another, but Dudu hadn't reacted yet, and the little hands could no longer hold them.

Taking a red envelope is a completely novel thing for Dudu.

The New Year's Eve before Dudu has always been deserted, so he has never received a red envelope from anyone. Now, when he can receive a red envelope, he has received so many at once.

Dudu asked Ye Fan in his cute voice: "Mom, what is the red envelope? Can I eat it?"

Ye Fan laughed and could only briefly explain to Dudu.

Jian Lan looked at Ye Fan with a smile, and handed Ye Fan an envelope. Ye Fan was stunned, and reached out to take it: "For me?"

Jian Lan nodded: "We haven't fulfilled our obligations as parents for so many years. Now you are still a child in our eyes, and you can get the New Year's money like Dudu."

Ye Fan cherishes it very much. She hasn't celebrated Chinese New Year with her family for a long time, and her current life is completely beyond her expectations.

Ye Fan's eyes were a little red, and she secretly wiped the corners of her eyes when she pretended to lower her head to put something.

The next second, He Han's hand lightly covered hers, and there was Dudu between the two, but He Han's hand went around Dudu's back.

At the dining table, there were constant laughter and laughter, and no one noticed.

He Han held Ye Fan's hand, his eyes fell on her, his eyes gave people the power of stability. Because only He Han understands Ye Fan's mind.

Only he understood that Ye Fan carefully cherished the hard-won affection.

Ye Fan looked into He Han's eyes, and the excess emotions dissipated all at once.

Yes, she should no longer be attached to the pain of the past. Now that the people she loves are by her side, she is the one who should smile the most at this moment.

After dinner, the two families sat in the living room and chatted for a while.

Although nostalgic for playing, Dudu was taken to bed.

He Han and Ye Fan returned to their room. flat

I was very busy at work, and after so many things happened a while ago, it was finally time for the two of us to spend time together.

Somehow, Ye Fan suddenly had a thought. She stood on tiptoe and said seriously in He Han's ear: "h, happy new year."

He Han heard that her gentle voice fell, and an inexplicable itching seemed to be scratching his heart.

There was a hint of interest in He Han's eyes. He lowered his head and said solemnly: "My little composer, happy new year."

Ye Fan met He Han's eyes, and his cheeks suddenly flushed. She whispered: "Who is yours..."

He Han raised his eyebrows, but did not answer. He pinched Ye Fan's red earlobe, and pulled back his hand instantly.

It's okay, it will be his sooner or later anyway.

After a while, He Han took Ye Fan's hand and walked to the window. After opening the curtains, I saw a clear and bright world outside.

The fireworks bloomed together, and the sky suddenly became more shining, and the dark sky was covered with bright light.

He Han and Ye Fan stood here, looking at the sky full of fireworks.

Layer after layer, the exploding fireworks seemed to bloom from the heart of the flower.

The bright colors are in full bloom in the sky, and all the happiness seems to be within reach.

The fireworks outside are brighter than the lights in the house.

None of them said a word, just staring at the outside world in silence. The two of them get along, in silence, but more and more like the new year.

The second hand ticked, and time moved silently along the rotating hands.

I don't know how long it has passed, the sky has long since returned to darkness.

The moon hangs high, and in the cold winter air, it seems that the surroundings are so quiet.

He Han suddenly leaned down and looked at Ye Fan with heavy eyes. His eyes swept across every feature of hers, and he had already remembered them in his heart with familiarity.

He Han lowered his head, his kiss did not fall on Ye Fan's lips, but moved to her swan-like white neck.

He fell gently at the corner of her jaw