The plane flew all night and finally arrived in Jiangcheng.
Huo Yanxi was still wearing the same black trench coat, holding the jar wrapped in black cloth tightly in her arms, and walked out of the airport expressionlessly.
It was raining, and Gu Sinian opened a black umbrella for him.
The man's black suit almost blended into the rain curtain.
He tightened his windbreaker to prevent the wind and rain from getting in and wet the jar in his arms.
After getting in the car, he told the driver to drive home directly.
Gu Sinian saw the red bloodshot eyes and the shadows in his eyes. He would definitely be tired from running around so sleeplessly.
He understood that he wanted to bring Ye Ruge back as soon as possible.
When Huo Yanxi returned to the Huo family villa, it rained even harder.
When he entered the house, the rain still soaked his back and shoulders. He immediately checked the jar in his arms.
The black cloth wrapping the jar was not wet and the jar was in good condition. He breathed a sigh of relief.
He asked Gu Sinian to go back and rest, while he carried the jar and walked into the house.
When he walked into the living room, he saw his good son sitting on the blanket. There was a laptop on the coffee table in front of him. The boy was typing on the keyboard without knowing what he was doing.
There is not a single servant in the living room. Huo Yanxi has long been used to it. No one else will appear where this boy stays. He only likes to be alone.
However, when such a big man walked in, the boy must have noticed it, but not only did he not ask, he didn't even look at him.
In the past, Huo Yanxi was used to his bad temper and would not care about such trivial matters with him. The doctor has said that he has a tendency to be autistic.
But today, he suddenly didn't want to get used to the brat's bad temper.
He walked over with a sullen face, took away the notebook in front of him and threw it to the sofa aside.
The little guy finally looked up at him, but there was clearly a hint of anger in his dark eyes.
Huo Yanxi sneered, did you know you were angry?
It's better than being indifferent, right?
He put the jar in his arms on the coffee table, right in front of the boy: "Do you know what this is?"
The little guy looked at him sideways, with a cold expression and said nothing.
Huo Yanxi knelt down with her tall body and carefully untied the black cloth in front of him, revealing the white jar.
The little guy just glanced at the jar without much curiosity, let alone attracting his attention.
Huo Yanxi stared at him and asked again: "What do you think is in this?"
The little guy finally frowned, thinking he was strange, and he had no intention of playing a guessing game with him.
The little guy wanted to get up and leave, unwilling to say a word to him.
Huo Yanxi's pupils suddenly sank, and she held his thin shoulders with her big palms, pushing him back to his original position: "Sit tight! Tell me, what's in here?"
The little guy pursed his lips, not understanding why he suddenly went crazy, and looked at him with a strange look.
"Let me tell you what's inside!" Huo Yanxi's breath became heavy: "Don't you always want to find your biological mother? Unfortunately, she is dead."
The expression on the little guy's face finally changed, and he glared at him with anger in his eyes.
"You don't have to stare at me. I'm not cursing her. I'm just telling you the truth. She's dead. She's been dead a long time ago. You don't have to look for her anymore. What's inside is her ashes." Huo Yanxi pointed.
White jar.
The little guy's breathing was a little rapid, his eyebrows were tightened, and he stared at the white jar for a moment.
The mommy he has been missing is dead?
impossible!
The little guy suddenly raised his hand and swept the white jar on the coffee table to the ground!
With a bang, the jar broke, and the ashes inside spilled all over the floor...
Huo Yanxi's face turned cold at that moment, and a terrifying storm rolled up in his eyes...
"You treacherous son!" He couldn't help but attack his son.