For Han Yunzhi, she was both expectant and nervous.

After finally reaching Yuchuan's get off work, she was a little restless and restless.

Compared to her, Yuan's mother was much calmer, "Madam, do you want to sleep for a while?"

"How can I sleep?" She was paced back and forth in the room, and stopped and turned to look at her, "Take the scarf over and try again."

“I’ve tried it five times.”

"Go quickly!"

Yuan's mother sighed lightly and had to do it. She turned around and brought the scarf knitted by her wife.

"Try wearing it quickly." Han Yunzhi was very anxious, "Try again."

Yuanma took out the scarf from the bag.

The one he gave Lu Yuchuan to a little longer, and the one he gave his daughter-in-law Tong Hua to a little shorter. The gradient color is very gentle and looks pretty.

Yuan's mother tied the scarf around her neck again. Han Yunzhi handled the details and asked her, "Is this wool thorny? Is it comfortable to wear?"

"Comfortable." Yuan Ma has answered countless times.

"You turn around and let me see the back."

Yuan’s mother did as she did, and Han Yunzhi felt that it was not bloated either. “It must be very good to wear Huahua. Do you think Yuchuan will like it? Will he wear it?”

This may have been a problem that has been tangled with her whole day.

"How do I know?" Yuan Ma said bluntly, taking off the scarf, "Whether it is up to him or not."

Han Yunzhi felt a little bad after hearing this. She took out her cell phone and looked at the time, guessing that her son and daughter-in-law should set off.

About five minutes ago, a Lamborghini drove out of the company, with Uncle Ke driving, Lu Yuchuan and Tong Hua sitting in the back seat of the car.

His face was a little cold, and his beautiful eyebrows were frowning.

Tong Hua turned his eyes and looked at his side face. She had a question in her heart, so she gently held his hand, "Yuchuan, what was in the envelope your mother sent that day?"

She had guesses, but no definite answer.

When Lu Yuchuan heard the sound, he turned his eyes, looked at her amber-like eyes, and said truthfully, "It was her handwritten confession letter, which has 10,000 or 20,000 words."

After hearing this, the girl felt a little shocked, and then she recalled the changes in her emotions over the past two days.

He always seems to be alone in thought.

"Yuchuan, then have you... replied to her?"

"No."

After a while, she asked again, “Have you called?”

"No."

"Send WeChat..."

"No."

Before she could finish her questions, he answered her.

The two of them looked at each other, Tong Hua was slightly stunned, and then his face was gentle, "It's pretty good, I'll go back a little and find some time to communicate face to face."

This is probably inevitable. Even if Lu Yuchuan doesn't face her today, he will face her one day. After all, he is a mother, and he still lives with his grandfather.

So, from the moment he got off work, he felt a sense of indescribable depression.

It is snowy outside the car window, and Rongcheng changes as soon as this season comes.

The sun was clanged behind the snow curtain, and the sunlight was not dazzling at all. The whole world was shining with soft light, covering tranquility and warmth.

The car stopped in the yard. When getting off the car, Lu Yuchuan put a red cloak on Tong Hua's shoulder, then hugged her and took her into the living room.

The servant who had been waiting at the door of the living room turned around and walked quickly towards the backyard when he saw the car stop.

She rushed into the Buddhist temple and reported to the middle-aged woman who was burning incense, "Madam, the young master and the wife are back."

Han Yunzhi was happy and inexplicably nervous. She gently inserted the lit incense into the incense burner and bowed to the Bodhisattva.
Chapter completed!