This was not good news for him, and he even felt a little bit worried.

After reading the entire report, he walked to the window and looked at the dark sky outside.

His brows haven't knitted together like this for a long time...

*

After more than a month of calm.

Qi Yemo had almost forgotten the news.

This is not because there have been follow-up reports that make him feel relieved, but because everything has been peaceful for more than a month.

It has to be said that once this person lives a particularly comfortable life, he will lose some of the abilities he was proud of before, especially his insight into danger.

Or maybe it's because his self-confidence has expanded again.

During this period of time, his family members, whether they were around or 'exiled', made him feel very relieved.

Life should be as plain as water, right?

Under the influence of the saying "You cannot extend the length of life, you can only create the width of life."

Many people believe that life should be colorful and that every day should be rich and interesting, so that it can be called not wasted and worthwhile.

But who knows, this will only shorten life.

How long can life be? At best, it is only more than twenty-four hours.

*

Qi Yemo was sitting on a wicker chair in the yard, with a cup of tea in hand and a magazine or newspaper in front of him.

Smell the unique fragrance of fruits and melons wafting in the wind from the small vegetable garden planted by myself.

It feels like I've returned to my childhood all over again.

Back to my aunt's farmhouse...

The well-behaved little daughter was not far away from him, playing with the wicker in her chubby little hands.

After a while, she ran towards him with a smile.

"Dad, does this look good what I made?" She raised her little hand and shook a garland she had just made.

Qi Yemo put down the newspaper and tea cup in his hands, held Jiujiu in his arms, kissed her lovingly on her forehead, and praised her: "It's very beautiful, our little baby's hands are really beautiful."

Qiao, it looks much better than what you made."

"Really?" Jiujiu blinked at him with big watery eyes, then raised the garland with both small hands and put it on his head: "Give it to you."

It makes perfect sense not to say bad things about another person in front of another person.

Just as he put on the wreath given by his youngest daughter, he heard Ye Huanyu's voice coming from behind them: "Qi Yemo, what did you say about me!"

Qi Yemo raised his eyebrows slightly at his little daughter, stuck out his tongue and made a face.

It made Jiujiu laugh out loud.

"Mom..."

After being released, she avoided Qi Yemo and ran towards Ye Huanyu.

"Dad was just praising me for being more skillful than you." Then he pointed with his little finger: "That's what I did. Doesn't it look good?"

"It looks good, but if you wear it on your father's head, it will be useless." After Ye Huanyu finished speaking, he rolled his eyes at Qi Yemo, who was looking back at them.

*

I saw my little daughter not far away, happily chasing butterflies flying around with Bella.

"You want some, too. This tea tastes good." Qi Yemo handed his purple clay teacup to Ye Huanyu beside him.

"I don't have the sentiments of an old man like you. It's better for you to taste it yourself." She didn't intend to accept this kindness.
Chapter completed!