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   It was eleven o'clock in the evening after Han Xiaoye finished eating the hot pot, and her stomach was full.

  After going upstairs to take a shower, she brushed her hair and bent over to pick up the phone she left on the bed when she got home.

   There are several missed calls from people who don't know the number, and a text message.

   She clicked on the text message, and the next second, the handkerchief in her hand fell to the ground.

   She was ecstatic and extremely sad. She couldn't describe her mood at the moment. She only knew that tears blinded her eyes in an instant and fell down tick tock. She cried and laughed, ignoring her funny expression, and ran downstairs barefoot.

   "Mummy, uncle, Xia Xia."

   "Mummy, uncle, Xia Xia."

   The door was opened in astonishment by the people who were called by her name. Seeing her crying and laughing and holding up her mobile phone, her heart skipped a beat, thinking she had received some bad news and was stimulated crazy.

  Mo Xiaxia is a psychology expert. She can best see that Han Xiaoye is in a state of extreme excitement. She is most worried and walks over immediately, "Xiaoye, what's the matter with you?"

   Before she could get close, Han Xiaoye hugged her in three steps and two steps, jumping, jumping and howling.

   Feng Yaqin and Fu Xiao exchanged glances, both of them were deeply worried.

what's the situation?

  Isn’t it still good to go up just now?

   Is this happy or sad?

  Feng Yaqin was not only worried about Han Xiaoye, but also Fu Zhiyan. She was afraid of hearing bad news, so she felt dizzy and walked over, "Girl Xiaoye, what's wrong with you? Don't cry."

  Han Xiaoye cried himself, seeing her crying with her in his arms, even Mommy forgot to call out, she was the one who first called Feng Yaqin, "Aunt Feng..."

Feng Yaqin, who was crying, was heartbroken, anxious and worried, Feng Yaqin patted her back gently to help her calm down, and asked her, "Girl Xiaoye, what's wrong? Don't scare me. The old man really I can't help but frighten you."

   Upstairs, Fu Xiaoxiao and Fu Xiaojiu were also awakened.

  Fu Xiaojiu was led downstairs by Kitty Fu. She was drowsy at first, but when she saw her mother crying, she choked her mouth and cried.

   "Don't cry!" Fu Muye roared.

  Fu Xiaojiu trembled and didn't dare to cry, but with tears in her big eyes, she looked at her brother pitifully, and hurriedly turned around, "Brother, Mommy is crying. Mommy is crying."

  Fu Muye felt so sad that he was about to die. He, like everyone else, thought that Han Xiaoye was so excited and cried so hard when he received the news of Fu Zhiyan's death.

   He only found Han Xiaoye when he was three years old, and lived with Fu Zhiyan until he was three years old. It was Fu Zhiyan who pulled him up, but he didn't say it, but he actually cared about his daddy very much. Xiaodanfeng's eyes, who had begun to take shape, were also crimson. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth!

**** it! He must become strong and find out the truth of the car accident!

  Fu Xiao was equally uncomfortable, the muscles on his cheeks were tensed, just as he was about to turn around to find Xiao Han to settle accounts, the crying man wiped his tears and grinned again.

   Tears were falling, and she was so happy again. Now everyone doesn't understand what's going on. Feng Yaqin held her hand and couldn't help trembling, and kept saying, "Xiaoye girl, you can't scare me anymore, there can be no more trouble. If something happens to you again, I... I really... I really can't stand it anymore. ."

  Han Xiaoye finally controlled his excitement and said apologetically, "Mommy, I'm sorry, I... I'm so happy."

   "What's going on?" Mo Xiaxia asked.

Han Xiaoye looked at her crying and laughing, handed over the phone, lowered his happy voice and said, "Xia Xia, mommy, uncle, kitten... Uncle is not dead! He is not dead! He sent me a message. news!"

  Fu Zhiyan is not dead!

   She knew that Fu Zhiyan was not dead!

   After more than a week of torment, the depression for more than a week broke out at that moment, and she didn't want to endure it for more than a week. She cried so embarrassingly at the last moment, but she really couldn't help it. When she saw the news, her tears fell, she wanted to cry, she wanted to laugh, she wanted to shout, or scolded to vent.

  Fu Zhiyan bastard! Son of a bitch!

   scared her to death, really scared her to death... She thought she would never see him in her life, she was really scared.

   I was swearing in my heart, but the corners of my mouth were trying to go up, and my eyes were shedding tears again... That expression was simple.

  Feng Yaqin was the first to react and said excitedly, "Girl Xiaoye, are you saying that he is alright?"

  Han Xiaoye wiped away his tears, sniffled his nose and agreed, "He's fine! It's really fine! Mommy, he's alive and well!"

  Feng Yaqin was overjoyed and opened her mouth wide, not knowing what to do anymore.

   Mo Xiaxia read the text message on her phone and handed it to Feng Yaqin. After Feng Yaqin read it, she had the same reaction as Han Xiaoye, her tears kept falling, and the corners of her mouth couldn't stop rising.

   "Great, Fu Er is fine, he is fine. God bless, Bodhisattva bless..."

  Mo Xiaxia didn't want to pour cold water at this time, but she had to say something. She hesitated and said in a low voice, "Xiaoye, are you sure this is the news of Zhiyan?"

  Han Xiaoye nodded heavily, "It's him, I'm sure it's him. Xia Xia, did you see the last few words at the end of the text message?"

   "to, your **** are big enough to sleep. This name is a screen name for playing games, only my uncle knows it, it can't be anyone else."

  Feng Yaqin turned to the end and saw the words Han Xiaoye said.

   She didn't even pay attention when she read it for the first time, and focused on the content of the text message.

  Han Xiaoye's excitement was almost calmed down, she took the phone from Feng Yaqin's hand and calmed down, "But Xia Xia is right, I can't be completely sure it's my uncle just like this, I'll call him back to see."

   "Well." Mo Xiaxia agreed with her.

  Han Xiaoye pressed the call back with trembling fingertips, and turned on the amplifier at the same time. Because she knew that everyone in the family was as worried about Fu Zhiyan's safety as she was, and they also wanted to hear Fu Zhiyan's voice as soon as possible.

   "Dududu..."

   Everyone's heart beats up and down with the beeping of the phone.

  Feng Yaqin even clasped her hands together and kept reciting Amitabha Buddha. Fu Muye clenched his fists with both hands, unable to hide his nervousness.

  Click.

  The phone is connected.

   "...Hello." Han Xiaoye's voice trembled.

The    side was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Han Xiaoye, I miss you."

  ——Han Xiaoye, I miss you.

  ——Han Xiaoye, I miss you.

  ——Han Xiaoye, I miss you.

   This voice can only belong to one person—Fu Zhiyan!

   Her heart beat like a drum, only a humming sound remained.

  Plop, thump, thump, thump, as if jumping out of the chest!