Chapter 162: Yan Yan, Do You Hate Me Very Much?

"Wow, there's more here, there's more here!"

"Dad, hurry up and pick it up..."

The people downstairs were crazy, and they all wished they had more hands. This way you can grab more.

Some residents found nearby also ran over, as fast as a 100-meter race.

In less than ten minutes, all the money was gone. The people who picked up the money were all smiles and couldn't be happier. Almost everyone picked up thousands of dollars.

"Boss, come again, come again!" They waved to the people upstairs. Although they didn't know exactly who spilled the money, they knew that there was a stupid guy living upstairs who had too much money.

Mo Yixuan sneered and blew out thick smoke rings from his mouth.

A face that had always been cold was now filled with sarcasm.

He thought those people who picked up his money would be very happy. Yes, he was the only one who was unhappy in such days.

And his unhappiness was all caused by himself.

The phone rang several times at this time. He took it out and saw that it was a message from his mother——

"Happy New Year, son! You should eat well even if you are alone at home. Take care of yourself. Mom misses you!"

There are more than a dozen photos at the back, including photos of his mother, aunt and uncle, and several photos of food. Of course, the most photos are of his baby son.

Behind the photo is a short video.

He clicked on it and saw a video of his mother coaxing her child.

"Come on, little Yezi, say Happy New Year to daddy!"

In the video, Mo Ye is wearing a newly bought cotton-padded jacket, a round top hat, and a chubby face. Although he is not a good-looking child, his smile is still quite cute.

Mo Yixuan raised the corners of his lips slightly, and there was finally a smile on his indifferent face. Only when he saw his child did he feel joy from the bottom of his heart.

He saved all the photos of his children in the photo album on his mobile phone. There are hundreds of photos in the album, most of which are photos of his children.

He wished it would have been better if Yan Yan had given birth to this child, so that they would not get divorced, and their family would live in harmony and happiness for the rest of their lives, and he would not be alone in such a day.

--How are you?

Mo Yixuan once again entered a message and sent it to the number he had already remembered. After sending it, he stared at the phone screen almost intently.

He also expected her to reply, even if she scolded him like last time, it didn't matter.

In the ward, He Xiyan was lying on the bed and resting. Ye Hao went home to get something, and she was the only one in the room.

When she heard her cell phone ringing, she turned over and reached out to take it from the bedside table.

At first glance, it seemed to be a text message of greetings, but when she saw the number above, her brows suddenly tightened.

Although she didn't save this number, it left a deep impression on her.

She read the message on her phone again, and after reading it her heart tightened and she felt uncomfortable, as if she had been bitten by a bug.

She thought about it for a moment, but could only sigh softly, and then chose not to reply and deleted the message.

But after a few minutes, the phone rang again, and it was still the same number.

——Yanyan, do you hate me so much that you don’t reply to me? I'm sorry that I didn't treat you well in the past.

He Xiyan was helpless, and her heart was beating a little wildly. Such words seemed to sting her eyes, making the corners of her eyes sore. She bit her lips tightly, unable to explain how she felt.

But this time she finally clicked on the input box and typed a few lines on it: