Chapter 297: It’s a Pity that He Is Not the Father

The next day, Mo Yixuan underwent discharge surgery by himself. Although he recovered, he still looked very haggard, his face was pale and bloodless, and even his lips were a little white.

Walking out of the hospital door, he covered the dazzling sunshine with his hands. The sunshine in May was very warm, but it was a pity that it could not shine into his heart.

He took a taxi on the side of the road and instead of going to the company, he chose to go home directly.

He has no interest in doing anything now, and he doesn't have the thought. If possible, he would like to take a few sleeping pills and sleep for a few days and nights.

The Mo family was as deserted as ever, with a sense of desolation, and the security guards at the door were also asleep.

Occasionally, some of Li Qin's friends and card game friends would visit her on weekdays. Now that Li Qin is hospitalized, no one has come.

The house was extremely quiet, except for the cry of the child.

As soon as Mo Yixuan entered the house, he heard the sound of the child crying. He rubbed his temples vigorously, feeling a splitting headache and feeling inexplicably more irritable.

In the past, whenever he heard a child crying when he got home, he would go and check anxiously to see if the child was sick. But at this moment, he was speechless, his heart felt like it was being strangled by a rope, and it hurt so much.

The more the child cries, the more it hurts.

Lin Yanyan took Mo Ye out of the stroller. The child, who weighed more than 20 kilograms, was quite heavy to hold. She couldn't handle it alone. The child usually ate too much, so he was now chubby. .

When she came to the hall, she saw Mo Yixuan already standing at the door. She was stunned for a moment, but still walked over with the child in her arms.

"Sir, you...are back." Lin Yanyan said softly. She originally wanted to ask what happened to the child, but when she saw how embarrassed her husband's face was, she didn't dare to ask.

Mo Ye also saw the tall man at the door. He wiped his eyes vigorously with his small hands, and suddenly stopped crying and making trouble. He opened his small hands and shouted hoarsely: "Bahba..."

He didn't shout clearly, but he could tell it was dad. This is also the first time that the 10-month-old boy calls him daddy. Before, he could only call him grandma.

"Bah..." Mo Ye shouted again, her small eyes filled with tears were watery, and she looked very pitiful. Her clothes were also dirty, and she probably hadn't changed them for two or three days.

Although he can't say anything yet, he knows that this is his father, who always loves him and loves him. Usually, as long as he opens his hands, his father will hug him.

Mo Yixuan seemed to be suddenly frozen, standing motionless without even blinking.

This sound from Dad was like a sharp knife piercing his heart, causing him to convulse with pain.

He suddenly turned away, his back to the child, and his overly sad eyes became moist again. Once upon a time, he wished he could hear his child calling him daddy, but now he felt extremely uncomfortable hearing it.

Because this is not his son, no.

"Bah..." Seeing that his father seemed to be ignoring him, Mo Ye grabbed his clothes hard with his little hands, and soon started crying again.

Lin Yanyan quickly coaxed the child in her hands. But he couldn't be coaxed no matter what.

Mo Ye cried louder and louder. She had no choice but to hold the child and let the child cry first.