"Your Brother Haojie will be back in a few days. Go to bed quickly," Ai Zhiyin coaxed.

Han Haojie made a nipples "um" and turned over from Ai Zhiyin's arms and crawled into the quilt obediently.

He looked very much like Han Ji, especially his dark eyes, and his black eyes were like two black beans, blinking his eyes, looking at his parents beside the bed.

This is a rare situation where both his parents are around Han Haoxuan, so he couldn't help but want to take a few more glances, and he couldn't bear to sleep at all.

Ai Zhiyin gently stroked Han Haoxuan's forehead and asked gently: "Isn't you sleeping? Why are you still keeping your eyes open?"

Han Haoxuan: "Dad is here."

He didn't explain it very clearly, but Ai Zhiyin still understood what Han Haoxuan meant.

With Han Ji here, Han Haoxuan is not used to sleeping.

"You go out," Ai Zhiyin turned to Han Ji and said.

Han Ji was stunned for a moment.

Perhaps unexpectedly, my son couldn't watch him while he was sleeping.

He said nothing, but just pulled the corners of his lips awkwardly and walked out of the room.

Wait for Han Ji to leave.

Han Haoxuan looked at Ai Zhiyin, "Mom, why are dad here?"

The implication is that Han Ji's appearance before he went to bed was something that Han Haoxuan could not understand.

"Because he is a father," said Ai Zhiyin.

Han Haoxuan: "Why wasn't my father been here before?"

Ai Zhiyin couldn't explain for a moment, so she could only laugh and said, "Didn't you say that, Dad is too busy with work."

Han Haoxuan nodded without understanding.

"Can you fall asleep?" Ai Zhiyin asked.

"I can't sleep." Han Haoxuan said.

"Tell you a story?"

"No," said Han Haoxuan: "I want to listen to my mother singing."

"What do you want to hear?"

"Mom sings everything nicely."

Ai Zhiyin smiled with satisfaction. Han Haoxuan was such a little angel.

Ai Zhiyin picked a Russian country tune and sang slowly and softly.

For a child as old as Han Haoxuan, lullaby is too young, and Han Haoxuan is tired of listening to it.

Ai Zhiyin's mother was born into an artistic family. Ai Zhiyin was carefully trained by her mother since she was a child. Singing is not just an ordinary singing.

She has won awards in the country before.

Han Haoxuan listened to unfamiliar lyrics and beautiful tunes, and instantly felt comfortable. Who doesn’t like the nice sound?

What's more, it's his mother.

One song is finished.

Han Haoxuan grabbed Ai Zhiyin's hand and said with a smile, "Mom, I love you."

"I love you too, child," Ai Zhiyin leaned over and printed a kiss on Han Haoxuan's forehead.

"I'm sleepy," said Han Haoxuan: "I may be able to fall asleep in a while, so mom will go to bed too."

"Well," said Ai Zhiyin: "Mom still has some things to be busy with, so you can sleep by yourself. I just had a nightmare, are you still scared?"

Han Haoxuan nodded.

Ai Zhiyin, "Mom asked Sister Chunxiao to come and accompany you? I still have something to do. I won't coax you to bed today, okay?"

Han Haoxuan: "Yes."

Ai Zhiyin smiled: "So good."

I have to say that Han Haoxuan is really easy to take care of and hasn't caused much trouble to Ai Zhiyin.

Even Han Hongde said that such an obedient child is not like the Han family's children.

Han Hongde said that Han Ji and his brothers were not obedient at all and always caused trouble, and they always caused trouble in groups.

Ai Zhiyin could hear everything about Han Ji before from others.

The two had no communication, and most of the "communications" were in bed.

Han Ji is a gentle person, everywhere, always smiling, and never quarrels with others. Although he rarely goes home, he always gives her a bouquet of flowers every time he comes back.

Who doesn’t think it’s suitable for being a husband with a family background, appearance, and personality?

Ai Zhiyin is not the same.

Ai Zhiyin also rationally considered the marriage she had decided to have with the Han family. She had no one she liked, so she got married if she had the right conditions.

Han Chi or Han Ji, it doesn’t matter.

No one is different to her. They are both sons of the Han family and have no feelings for each other.

She was not stupid, and she could live a life of being in line with people who were not familiar with each other and had no feelings for each other.

People should know that you are content. You should not be too greedy, like the other person's family background, possess the marriage with the other person, and want the other person to love you wholeheartedly.

Ai Zhiyin didn’t.

So she has always been very restrained.

After coming out of Han Haoxuan's room, looking up, he saw the person standing at the door, Ai Zhiyin suddenly froze.

"Why are you still here?"

Han Ji smiled gently, "Haoxuan is asleep?"

"Um."

Ai Zhiyin was a little embarrassed.

"If it's okay..."

"You sing..."

The two suddenly spoke at the same time.

Ai Zhiyin originally wanted to say that if he is fine, she still has something to do.

But Han Ji said something she couldn't understand.

Ai Zhiyin: "What do you want to say?"

Han Ji: "It's okay, I just want to say that you sing very nicely."

Ai Zhiyin bent her lips slightly, "I learned it before. It's too late, let's take a break."

She did not greet Han Ji anymore, and bypassed Han Ji and prepared to go downstairs.

Behind him, Han Ji suddenly asked, "Don't you rest?"

Ai Zhiyin turned around, "The kitchen has not been cleaned up yet."

Then he hurried downstairs.

She is also responsible for this kind of aftermath after the dinner.

Although she didn't have to do it herself, she had to provide guidance on how to arrange for people to handle the remaining food, sorting garbage, and breakfast the next day.

Especially if people are not good tonight, it is particularly important to make breakfast the next day.

The problem of eating for twenty people is not a small project.

She must remember everyone's likes and dislikes so that she can prepare in advance.

For example, in order to ensure that the beans are softer and more delicious, the mung beans need to be soaked in advance.

Although the task of watching Zhang Luo’s family having a meal is quite heavy, fortunately, most of the aunts have already completed the work.

Ai Zhiyin used his mobile phone to remember what he wanted to do and then sent it to the housekeepers at home.

She thought, it was too late, and even if the housekeeping service was early tomorrow morning, she couldn't soak the mung beans well, so she did it herself.

While searching for mung beans in the kitchen, she saw a figure suddenly appearing from the bottom of her light.

Almost scared her.

"Why is it coming down again?" Ai Zhiyin's heart was still pounding.

Han Ji: "What are you doing? Why don't you let Mrs. Liu do it?"

Ai Zhiyin: "It's early evening, Mrs. Liu also needs rest, and she will get up early tomorrow morning."

Han Ji didn't say anything more.

A silent moment.

"Do you want help?"

"No," Ai Zhiyin: "It'll be fine right away."

She split some mung beans from the bag, poured them into a small basin, and then took water.

Then I turned on the kitchen faucet and washed my hands briefly.

"I'm fine," Ai Zhiyin said hello, and bypassed Han Ji and went upstairs.

Han Ji stood there a little awkwardly for a while and went upstairs.

The room on the two of them here is the largest bedroom on the third floor, with a bathroom and a cloakroom.

They moved here after getting married.
Chapter completed!