Daily Life of a Villain’s Mother

The fat hand pressed on the phone screen: "Mom, Dudu wants to touch your hand."

He's a little man who doesn't cry casually.

Ye Fan curled the corners of her lips, her hand fell gently and rested on the screen.

Dudu's little milky voice is warm and cute in the dark night: "Dudu gave all the luck to mother."

At this time, a pair of palms covered Ye Fan's hand. The pulp of his fingers was slightly rough, and she froze for a moment.

He Han held Ye Fan's hand, his face did not change, his eyes fell on Dudu on the other side of the screen.

Across the screen of the mobile phone, the hands of the three people seemed to be holding together.

Between them, there are countless fates.

He Han didn't speak to Ye Fan, but said a word to Dudu softly.

"Uncle's luck is given to Dudu, okay?"

Chapter 55

Dudu laughed, and the childish laughter spread into the car.

He tilted his little head: "Uncle is so nice, Dudu really likes uncle."

But in the next second, Dudu suddenly thought of something and shook his head very seriously.

"However, Uncle's luck, Dudu can't take it away."

Ye Fan and He Han were both stunned.

They didn't understand why Xiao Dudu said that.

Ye Fan stared at her favorite baby, she even forgot that He Han's hand was still on hers.

He Han's gaze swept over his hand slightly, and a smile appeared on his lips calmly.

He subconsciously tightened a little, and could sense that her hand was warm to the touch.

The night outside the car is getting darker and darker, and a bright moon hangs high, shining brightly.

A family of three is in the video, and there is a small warmth in the air.

He Han spoke softly and asked Dudu: "Why?"

Ye Fan didn't speak, just looked at Dudu's chubby little face.

This little chubby dimple's eyes were sparkling, and his little fleshy hands were clenched tightly like small white balls.

"Uncle wants to beat bad people, he has to have a lot of luck."

The child's mind is still stuck in the movie.

A few days ago, when Dudu was watching TV, I saw a movie He Han played a few years ago.

He Han played a Jianghu assassin with sharp eyes, cold temperament and strong martial arts.

Assassins lived the days of licking blood on the tip of their knives. They were often in danger and were not afraid of danger.

He Han smiled suddenly, and he was amused by Dudu's childish words.

Sometimes, He Han also finds it strange that from the first time they met, he and this child had an inexplicable relationship.

But he is still Ye Fan's son. Such a coincidence is rare.

He Han's voice slowed down: "The three of us will all be lucky."

Dudu responded: "Okay!"

There are two people, one big and one small, and Ye Fan can't get in. She could only sit next to them and watch them chat.

Ye Fan gently pulled his hand away, and He Han felt that the touch under his hand suddenly disappeared.

He Han glanced from the corner of his eye and swept across her face inadvertently.

Ye Fan repeated it again: "Dudu is going to bed."

Dudu nodded obediently, shaking his little hand over the screen.

"Mum and uncle, good night."

He Han and Ye Fan had a tacit understanding and spoke in unison.

"Dudu, good night."

The two were startled for a moment. Ye Fan was suddenly confused, and He Han lightly raised his lips.

Dudu yawned a little, his eyes already filled with sleepiness.

Li Ma took him away and took him to a cot to sleep.

The screen went dark, it was pitch black.

After the mobile phone video was turned off, there was less laughter and laughter, and the car seemed quieter.

The lights on the top of the car were still on, and for a while, no one spoke.

Ye Fan said first: "I'm going back..."

He Han interrupted her: "Ye Fan."

His eyes fell and he stared straight at her: "Have you had dinner?"

Ye Fan was a little confused.

After staying in the practice room for too long, now after He Han's reminder, she realized that she was really hungry.

The program team is well prepared. There is prepared food in the refrigerator of the villa, and you can have dinner after you go back.

Ye Fan raised his head and met He Han's gaze.

Her lips moved slightly, and she was about to speak, but was interrupted by He Han.

He Han opened his thin lips and read her name: "Ye Fan."

A low voice lingered in the dark night: "Don't lie."

He Han's dark eyes stared at Ye Fan, as if he could see the bottom of her heart.

He Han's eyes were so cold that Ye Fan's excuses were useless.

How could he guess his own mind.

Ye Fan shook his head and said honestly, "No."

He Han hooked his lips and handed her something.

In his slightly cold voice, he said lightly, "I brought you dinner."

Ye Fan looked down and saw that it was a small thermos bottle.

He Han: "My aunt at home made it."

Ye Fan lowered his eyes, his eyes deepened, and a thought occurred in his heart.

He Han cares about her too much. If he accepts his kindness like this, not only will he

I'm sorry, and I don't know how to push it away in the future.

He Han was still looking at her: "I haven't seen you for a few days, but you've lost a lot of weight."

Ye Fan defended: "How can an actress not be thin if she wants to be on camera?"

He Han raised his eyebrows slightly: "Really?"

He suddenly leaned over, and in the closed carriage, a familiar breath rushed towards her.

He Han lowered his head and looked at Ye Fan's long hair and thin cheeks.

He looked at it carefully, a little distressed.

Ye Fan's cheeks suddenly turned red, and her breath condensed for a moment.

Don't dare to move.

He Han smiled softly: "I'll let you go back after you've had dinner?"

Ye Fan nodded subconsciously: "Okay."

After she finished speaking, she realized that she had fallen into He Han's "trap".

He Han bent his lips, his eyes locked on Ye Fan.

The end of his eyes was slightly raised, and there was a slight smile in his eyes.

He Han slowly straightened up, leaned back, and leaned on the seat.

He paid attention to Ye Fan's every move.

His voice was low: "Well, let's eat."

Ye Fan was annoyed for a while.

However, what was said could not be taken back for a while.

Forget it, Ye Fan sighed in his heart, his concern, let's find a chance to pay him back after he goes out.

Ye Fan opened the lid of the thermos, and although it had been placed for a while, the soup inside was still warm.

She took the spoon and drank it in small sips.

The carriage was so big, He Han sat beside Ye Fan and didn't move half an inch.

Being stared straight at by him, Ye Fan felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't say anything.

There is no way to take this man.

Ye Fan could only try his best to ignore He Han next to him and solve the soup in his hand.

She closed the lid of the thermos and said, "Well, it's over."

He Han lightly hummed, but it was not difficult for her.

"You can go back to rest." He Han said again, "By the way, don't sneak back to practice dancing."

Ye Fan nodded, she opened the door and got out of the car.

The night was deep, and the road was empty and empty.

The cold air hit his nose, Ye Fan took a deep breath, feeling sleepy.

At this moment, the window behind him rolled down.

Ye Fan noticed the road behind him