The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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Mo Yixuan took Yuanyuan forward, he walked slowly, as if every step was so difficult.

The sun shines through the clouds, and a golden light shines here. No matter how big the sun is, it won't make this cold place warm.

Yuanyuan was held by his father. He bit his lip, and from time to time he looked at the graves and tombstones on both sides.

There were hundreds of graves at a glance, but only their father and son came at this time.

The cemetery was very quiet, except for the occasional bird calls.

Mo Yixuan finally stopped in front of a grave on the right.

At this time he slowly squatted down his tall body, and placed the bunch of chrysanthemums he brought in front of the grave.

"Fate ..." He turned to look at his son.

Yuan Yuan burst into tears at this moment. He wiped his eyes with his hands, and he seemed to be unable to accept the sudden result.

He came in a mood to meet his mother, he didn't even know his mother was dead.

"Woo ..." Yuan Yuan cried more and more sad.

Mo Yixuan woke his nose. Under the sun, the tears in the corners of his eyes flashed with gleam. He pulled Yuan Yuan into his arms, and then patted the child's back.

"Yuanyuan, I'm sorry, it was your father who lied to you." Mo Yixuan said sorry again.

He is not only sorry for his former wife, but also for fate, because it is because he has let his children have no mother.

If it was not for his betrayal, they would now live together as a family of three.

He is the creator.

Yuanyuan just wiped her eyes while crying. He didn't even listen to what Dad said. He cried a lot, and this cemetery made him cry.

"Yuan Yuan ..." Mo Yixuan held Yuan Yuan in his arms distressed, and at this time he was crying, crying silently, only tears falling down his pale cheek.

"Yuanyuan, don't cry, your mother will be sad if you cry." Mo Yixuan comforted while patting the child's back. Then he pulled out a pack of paper towels from his pocket and pulled out a tear that wiped the corner of Yuanyuan's eyes.

He comforted his children, but no one comforted him.

Yuan Yuan woke his nose hard at this moment, and he stopped crying, but more tears were still flowing in his eyes.

He looked at a grave in front of him, and a tombstone in front of it. There is a small black and white photo on the tombstone. In the photo is his mother, the mother in his memory.

He still has some impressions on his mother. Although he was very small when his mother left, he still remembers his mother's appearance.

"Mom ..." Yuan Yuan shouted at the black-and-white photo.

Mo Yixuan took out a few more tissues. He took two steps forward, squatted down again, and then reached out to wipe some dust on the tombstone.

There wasn't much dust, because he had been here a while ago.

"Yuan Yuan ..." He looked back at Yuan Yuan. "Aren't you going to give your mother something?"

Yuanyuan nodded his head, crying, his face flushed and his eyes reddened.

He opened a small schoolbag he carried on his back, and took out a picture he drew yesterday.

It took him more than an hour to paint it. In the picture, Mom and Dad are holding his hand and walking by a small river.

In the painting, he is an extremely happy child. The mother in the painting laughs very sweetly, holding his little hand tightly.