This drawing paper belongs to Ye Ranran.
Because it’s been a long ti, the paper has yellowed a bit.
Huo Yi carefully smoothed out its edges, then put it away.
Because it had been so long since their breakup, he actually didn’t have anything belonging to Ye Ranran.
Most of what was left had been thrown away by Xu Zi.
After looking around once more, Huo Yi finally stood up and closed the door.
"Are we selling this house after we move out?" Huo’s mother asked.
"No, keep it. As for people, just leave the housekeeper. Double his salary and have him clean every day, so we have a place to stay when we co back."
"Alright, that sounds good."
"I added all this furniture. I’ve lived here for most of my life, and now I have to leave..." Her eyes began to redden.
"If you really can’t bear to part with it, why not just stay?"
Huo Yi felt he truly was unfilial. Not only did he fail to provide a good life for his parents, but now he was also forcing them to leave ho because of him.
"These are just objects, it’s nothing."
In comparison, what she couldn’t bear to leave behind was him.
How could she bear to let him be there all alone?
On Jun Mochan’s side, there was Old Jun, Ye Ranran, and Jun Xiaobao.
"By the way, I made so dumplings to give to the child," Huo’s mother suddenly said.
"I’ll take them over."
Huo’s mother paused, hesitatingly looking at him.
"Mom, I’m about to leave soon. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything."
By this point, what could he possibly do?
Huo’s mother thought for a mont and agreed: "Alright, then you take them over."
It’s also a farewell to the past, and then we’ll start a new life.
Huo Yi arrived just as Jun Xiaobao got ho.
Seeing him, Jun Xiaobao ran over quickly on his short little legs: "Uncle."
Huo Yi was always good to Jun Xiaobao, so the child quite liked him.
"Little one." Huo Yi picked him up.
"Have you been behaving well lately? Have you listened to your teachers?" Huo Yi held him and patted his head.
"Yes, I have. I’m very good, handso, and smart, the teacher’s favorite," Jun Xiaobao said proudly.
"Really? Are you sure you’re not just being narcissistic?" Huo Yi looked skeptical.
"I’m an honest kid, definitely not narcissistic."
Jun Xiaobao’s words made Huo Yi burst out laughing, as he patted his head, feeling a mix of emotions.
If that child had been born and not aborted, he’d be as cute as Jun Xiaobao, wouldn’t he?
"Uncle, did you bring sothing good?" Jun Xiaobao looked at the box on the table.
"I brought you so dumplings." Huo Yi sat him down on a chair.
Jun Xiaobao looked up, staring at him.
That gaze was full of questions, and Huo Yi understood it, patting his head: "Don’t worry, I didn’t make them."
"That’s good."
Don’t bla him. He had never seen Huo Yi cook.
Soone who had never cooked couldn’t possibly be good at it, like mommy. If Huo Yi had really made it, who knows if it’d be edible?
Anyway, he’d consider it carefully.
"You little rascal." Huo Yi set him aside.
Jun Xiaobao sat up straight, his eyes fixed on the lunchbox.
Huo Yi opened it, poured out the sauce and vinegar, then opened the lid, picked up the chopsticks, placed them in Jun Xiaobao’s hand, and pushed the lunchbox over: "Go ahead and eat."
"Okay." Jun Xiaobao grasped the chopsticks, and as if rembering sothing, said to the housekeeper: "Uncle Housekeeper, tell the teacher to wait a bit longer, I’ll go up after eating the dumplings."
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