Chapter 215

The day after Yu Mingxi moved out of Fenghai Bay, Aunt Zhang took her luggage and ran to xinyunyan City, the apartment area that Yu Mingxi temporarily rented from Tang Nian. After all, she finally persuaded Yu Mingxi to let go and let her live in the guest room.

Yu Mingxi had planned to resume her work in Tianji in five years and start the play again. Considering that she would be separated and lack skills at that time, she was just worried about how to take care of her son. She thought about hiring a nanny, but she was a little worried.

After being betrayed by song Qiye, Yu Mingxi is very defensive. She can't trust strangers, let alone completely entrust her baby son to strangers.

Aunt Zhang's arrival is a timely rain.

When she was in Fenghai Bay, she had a very good relationship with Aunt Zhang. If she wanted someone to look after her son, she was relieved of Aunt Zhang alone.

In a few days, it was the Spring Festival.

Aunt Zhang's wife died a few years ago. Her children were still studying abroad. It was inconvenient to return home. It was boring to stay at home, so she stayed in her apartment to spend the new year with Yu Mingxi.

"Aunt Zhang, I'll work hard for you this time. When you're younger and no longer older, you'll go back to Fenghai Bay and I'll pay you more." Yu Mingxi said to Aunt Zhang while coaxing her son to sleep after changing his crying son's diaper with the help of Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang, who was going to make dumplings, immediately turned back and asked in surprise, "are you ready to go back when, madam?"

Yu Mingxi shook his head and said, "I'm talking about you. After all, you used to be in charge of Feng Bay. It's not good to always let you stay with me. And Han Xiao and I will divorce sooner or later. After living separately for two years, the court should be able to judge."

"Hey, madam, do you really refuse to forgive sir?" said Aunt Zhang, quietly pulling out the mobile phone in her pocket so that the people on the other end of the phone can hear her conversation with Yu Mingxi more clearly.

"There's nothing to forgive or not to forgive. That's it." Yu Mingxi replied faintly.

"Madam, listen to me. The so-called husband and wife quarrel at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed. Look at the young master Tianyi -" Aunt Zhang had to change her name after being glanced at by Yu Mingxi. "The young master is still so young and needs the company of his parents most. How to say that his father is Mr. Han. This blood relationship can't be broken."

"I don't have your idea. In the past, when I was studying abroad, I often saw my single mother with her children alone. They were all doing well, and the babies were all doing well." Yu Mingxi reached out and touched her sleeping son's little face, gently put his lips on it, kissed it, and didn't wake the child, "My little brother will also be very strong. He will feel very happy without his father and only his mother."

"But madam, you haven't asked the young master's opinion at all. No children don't want their father, especially boys." Aunt Zhang tried to tell Yu Mingxi about her experience as a past person. "When the young master grows up a little more, she needs a father to set an example for him. He..."

"Aunt Zhang, I want to eat dumplings." Yu Mingxi stubbornly interrupted Aunt Zhang's experience.

Aunt Zhang has been trying to persuade Yu Mingxi, but every time she doesn't say a few words, the topic will be turned away by Yu Mingxi.

Before Han Xiao asked her to take care of Yu Mingxi and Han Tianyi, he told her that she could persuade her properly, but don't force her too much. Stop enough and don't annoy Yu Mingxi.

So whenever the topic was turned, she had to give up persuasion.

"OK, I'm going to make dumplings now." Aunt Zhang responded attentively, hurried to the kitchen to make and cook dumplings for Yu Mingxi.

When the dumplings are cooked and put on the table, Yu Mingxi also puts Han Tianyi back in his cradle and sits at the table.

"By the way, madam, this is a new year gift for the young master." Aunt Zhang ran back to the room, took out a high-grade gift bag and handed the bag to Yu Mingxi. "They are children's small clothes. You must accept them with a little heart."

The bag was so big that Yu Mingxi held it in her arms. The bag almost covered her whole person.

There are four or five styles of baby clothes in the bag. Each style has several colors. The material feels very comfortable.

This kind of material is usually made of famous brands.

Since she planned to raise Han Tianyi herself, she often paid attention to the information and knowledge about the baby, and knew some brands of baby products.

She turned it over and found that the brands of these clothes had been cut off first, but the names of the brands were printed on these clothes.

——Sure enough, they are famous brands.

"Aunt Zhang, did you buy these?" Yu Mingxi asked suspiciously. "These clothes are equivalent to your salary for a year."

"This..." Aunt Zhang sweated on her forehead and hesitated for a long time. She couldn't find a suitable reason to explain.

Yu Mingxi understood in an instant, stopped asking, and directly pushed the bag back, "I don't want any of these. I know who bought them."

"But madam..." Aunt Zhang was worried and wanted to say something more. Yu Mingxi had already eaten dumplings.

This is the symbolic performance of Yu Mingxi's refusal to talk about Han Xiao during this period of time - pretending to be deaf and dumb and being silent.

Aunt Zhang had to take the gift bag back to her room and worry while sorting out her clothes. She couldn't send out any of them.

Aunt Zhang took care of her little clothes and suddenly saw a small hand-woven sweater tucked in the corner. Suddenly her eyes brightened, she put down the gift bag and ran back to the restaurant with the small sweater.

"Madam, this little sweater is not a famous brand. Can you keep it for the young master?" Aunt Zhang raised a small blue sweater in her hand and asked tentatively.

"Hmm?" Yu Mingxi still bit the dumplings in his mouth, his cheeks bulging like a little hamster. When he saw the little sweater, he felt a strange feeling at the bottom of his heart. Finally, he hurriedly swallowed the dumplings, reached for the little sweater and looked carefully for a while.

"What do you think, madam?" Aunt Zhang asked nervously. The mobile phone stuffed in her pocket was still in conversation. At this time, a man at the other end of the mobile phone was nervously holding his breath waiting for Yu Mingxi's answer.

"Did you knit it yourself?" although Yu Mingxi hasn't knitted clothes himself, he can probably see that the workmanship of this sweater is completely different from the famous brand clothes just now.

"Yes, yes." Aunt Zhang quickly replied, "I knitted it for the young master myself. Take it, madam. I really knitted it."

Yu Mingxi nodded. No doubt there was him, he accepted it directly.

Aunt Zhang was relieved and went back to the table to give Yu Ming Xisheng new dumplings.

"Wait." Yu Mingxi, who continued to look at her sweater for a while, suddenly shouted Aunt Zhang again.

"What's the matter?" Aunt Zhang sat up nervously.

"I seem to have seen Aunt Zhang knitting a scarf for your son," Yu Mingxi said, looking at the little sweater in his hand. "How does it feel a little different from this little sweater?"

"Yes, yes?" Aunt Zhang stammered.

"Then let me be frank." Yu Mingxi smiled mischievously. "This little sweater is a little ugly. It's not up to your usual standard, Aunt Zhang."

"This, this is because..." Aunt Zhang quickly turned her head, "because this one is relatively small and not easy to weave. I usually weave it larger. Madam, you don't know. The smaller the clothes, the harder it is to weave."

Aunt Zhang's remark is not nonsense. The smaller the thing, the more difficult it is to handle the details properly. Moreover, this dress is not woven by her at all, but the work of the great director who has never touched the needle and thread.

Han Xiao knitted such a small sweater for the first time, because after his son was born, he couldn't spend the first new year with his son. He felt guilty. In addition to buying some good clothes to send, he wanted to try to make clothes for his son himself.

However, Han Xiao is a school bully who most worries his parents when he studies from an early age and scores high in scientific examinations. As an adult, he is an almost omnipotent director in the entertainment industry, but he is stumped by knitting a sweater needle.

That day, in the billiards room of Langya club, Shao Licheng, who had just played a shot, took the club and patted Fu Yumo's pole, pointing to Han Xiao who sat in his chair and listened to his mobile phone all night.

"Are you all right?" Shao Licheng asked impolitely. "He has held up his mobile phone all night."

"Didn't you tell him?" he shrugged. "Fu Yumo is shrugging." now that other girls are out of the house, he put down his mind and let the servants in the past be used as eyeliner. They can't see anyone for ten days and half a month, and listen to the voice to comfort the pain of Acacia.

"It's so boring. Just tie people back directly?" Shao Licheng tutted. "I can't control my wife and children. I can't be a broken director and guide a love film? The means in the film can't be used. I see he's used to that girl."

After that, he simply threw the pole and strode over. He was about to pat Han Xiao on the shoulder and talk to him about "Wife Training Sutra". As a result, he heard Yu Mingxi's voice vaguely on the phone, as if saying "the little sweater is a little ugly".

Then he saw Han Xiao's expression as if he were choking on something.

Fu Yumo also walked behind Han Xiao. He also heard Yu Mingxi's words. His mind was the most transparent. Moreover, he had the idea to let Han Xiao knit a small sweater for his son.

"Ah Xiao, what's the ugliness of your sweater that makes Xi Xi so disgusted?" Fu Yumo joked with a smile.

Han Xiao ignored Fu Yumo's ridicule, calmly pressed the end call button to avoid the two old friends being careless and too loud. He spread it to the other end of the phone, got up expressionless behind him, walked back to the billiards table, picked up a club, leaned down to the table, put a putter neatly, and hit the tricky balls into the hole one by one.

After playing the ball, the floating depression in his heart faded a little.

Now, more than ten days have passed, and he is almost impatient. He said that he would give Yu Mingxi half a year at most, but every moment he must spend a lot of effort to restrain the surging thoughts in his heart and the impulse to rush to Xinyun Yancheng to bring Yu Mingxi and his son back in the next second.

He misses his wife and son and doesn't know how long he can endure.