Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland-Chapter 488 - This is His Son_1
Chapter 488: Chapter 488 This is His Son_1
Chapter 488 -488 This is His Son_1
Old Master Zhao heard the sound of knocking at the door.
Overwhelmed with excitement, thinking it was his daughter coming home, he hurried to open the door, only to find Ahao.
It was still a pleasant surprise.
“Ahao, what’s happened to your leg, and your forehead?” Old Master Zhao noticed Yun Hao’s leg and forehead.
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“Grandpa…Grandpa…”Little Huzi, seeing that Old Master Zhao hadn’t returned to the room for a while, toddled out on his short legs.
Yun Hao saw his dad and his son, and was taken aback. This was his son.
Our Little Huzi, however, stared unblinkingly at this stranger.
“Little Huzi, this is your dad. Call him ‘daddy’.”
Still, Little Huzi kept staring at Yun Hao.
“Hanhan isn’t home. Ever since new year, she’s gone back to her mother’s place.” Returning to the mother’s place, then this dad, must be his real dad.
No, before this, the officer said they’d gone to find her.
It seems Hanhan had kept her family in the dark.
“Have you eaten? I’ll make some food for you. Rest in your room first.” Now that Ahao was like this, he couldn’t travel far. But his daughter hadn’t returned yet, and he was starting to worry!
Old Master Zhao didn’t know Yun Hao had lost his memory.
Therefore, he left Little Huzi to Yun Hao’s care.
But father and son just stared at each other.
This was his son.
“Little Huzi….” Yun Hao was the first to tentatively break the silence.
Little Huzi started to look around, “Grandpa, Grandpa…” He had spent this past month with his grandfather, so he had grown accustomed to Old Master Zhao’s presence.
Yun Hao stood in the courtyard, taking in the view of the quadrangle.
He didn’t even know where he had been living before.
“Little Huzi, where’s mama?”
Little Huzi had some recollection of Meng Yunhan, even though she had been gone for a month. Not too long after Meng Yunhan had left, he had begun to mention the word ‘mama’. She hadn’t returned even for the new year, and while Old Master Zhao missed his daughter, he also made a point of saying in front of Little Huzi: Why hasn’t your mama come back yet.
Little Huzi’s big eyes remained fixed on Yun Hao, intrigued by his leg injury.
Seeing his son like this, Yun Hao guessed he must be two years old.
Little did he know, Little Huzi was just over a year old. He had never gone without food and, like his father, was taller than other kids his age.
“Let’s go back inside, it’s cold out.” Yun Hao felt the chill outside, knowing children had weaker resistance.
So, he naturally took Little Huzi’s tiny, glove-covered hand.
Those gloves were knitted by Meng Yunhan for Little Huzi, the kind that hung around his neck.
Entering from the outside, Yun Hao guessed which room was his. The door from which they had exited earlier was left slightly ajar, allowing just one person to pass through.
Pushing open another door, he noted the room’s decor which led him to believe that Hanhan was a diligent and considerate person. Everything was neatly arranged.
However, he didn’t see any photographs after a quick scan of the room.
Why did Yun Hao remember the photo?
Because, on that little island in the United States, Zhou Qinya had countless photographs displayed in one of the villas. It prompted him to recall the woman who bore a striking resemblance to Zhou Qinya from his memories.
Interestingly, there were a considerable number of books in the room.
“Mama, mama…” Little Huzi still remembered this room as his mama’s.
Hearing his son calling out, Yun Hao sat him down on the edge of the bed.
“Mama will be back soon.” Going abroad with his leg injury was cumbersome.
He wanted to find Hanhan, and confirm many things.
Because he didn’t remember anything from his past.
