Chapter 1270: How Are You Doing Lately?

The next day, He Xiyan came to the Mo family at ten o'clock in the morning.

She wore a dark blue knitted long skirt and dyed her hair dark brown. With delicate makeup, she looked only in her thirties.

She walked into the villa where she had lived for more than three years. After more than 20 years, the villa had been renovated, and many of the furniture she had personally selected were no longer there.

"Mrs. Ye..."

Seeing her come in, Aunt Li, who was cleaning, quickly put down the tools in her hand.

He Xiyan nodded and asked, "Where is Mr. Mo?"

"Mr. Mo is in the living room."

He Xiyan then walked towards the living room, holding something like a photo frame in her hand, which was nearly 30 inches. It was wrapped in exquisite drawing paper.

When she came to the living room, she first put the things she brought on the coffee table not far away, then turned around and looked at the man sitting in a wheelchair in front of the window.

Her ex-husband Mo Yixuan.

He seemed to be unaware that he was here, and he was still sitting motionless in the wheelchair.

She looked at his back, a somewhat thin back.

He was very thin, and seemed to be thinner than when she saw him at a banquet more than two years ago.

He Xiyan paused for a few seconds, and then slowly walked towards the window.

When she was almost beside him, she finally saw his hand move, but he still didn't speak.

She asked Mo Ling, and Mo Ling told her that his father just spoke unclearly, like a stutterer, but he could still speak and communicate with people.

"Mo..." He Xiyan wanted to call his name, but the last two words didn't come out somehow.

"I'm here to see you." She said in a deep voice.

Mo Yixuan heard it, he bit his lips tightly, blinked his eyes from time to time, and soon two tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

In fact, he knew she was here as soon as she walked into the living room. After more than 20 years, he could still hear her footsteps.

He Xiyan saw that he didn't speak, walked around behind him, and pushed him to the sofa in the living room.

"I'll help you sit on the sofa." She pursed her lips and smiled faintly, then stretched out her hand.

Mo Yixuan still didn't speak, but his right hand suddenly stretched out.

He Xiyan quickly supported his arm and carefully helped him up.

Mo Ling said that his father could walk slowly with the help of something, and his legs were not completely numb.

The two sat on the sofa together, and He Xiyan sat on the left side of Mo Yixuan. She turned her head and looked at him. Now she saw him closely and realized that he had really aged a lot. There were many wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, his forehead, and his hair had also turned a little white. It had only been more than two years since they last met, but she felt as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Suddenly, her heart felt a little sour and indescribably uncomfortable, and then tears welled up in her eyes.

She still remembered that many, many years ago, they also sat in this hall together. At that time, he was only in his twenties, handsome and in his prime.

And now...

Mo Yixuan reached into his pocket at this time and took out a pen and a small notebook from it.

After a while, he wrote a few words on it stroke by stroke.

He wrote very slowly, but tried to write more beautifully.

He Xiyan leaned over and found that what he wrote was:

"How are you doing recently?"

She smiled bitterly and nodded at him.