As night falls, the red lanterns in the old house are already on, and the lights and fountains in the garden are also on.
Song Xiang and Yan Han walked into the yard of An Xuyue and Yan Zhicheng, and happened to meet Yan Zhenting who was about to leave.
The old man was smiling, leaning on a cane, and his back was straightened a bit.
When he saw his eldest grandson coming in, he suppressed his smile a little. He probably knew that Yan Han was unhappy, so he didn't say much. He only asked a few questions about his current situation, and then took the people back to his home.
On the sofa, An Xuyue sat covered with a blanket and looked at her son a little uneasily.
"Xiao Yan..."
Song Xiang sighed, pulled Yan Han in and sat down, walked over to talk to An Xuyue, and Yan Zhicheng also took the opportunity to go to the opposite side of Yan Han.
Whenever father and son meet, there is no peace.
"You brat, who are you showing your donkey face to?"
"My donkey face is better than your shamelessness." He snorted harshly and coldly, piercing people's lungs with his words.
"I'm so proud of you."
"You're proud of having a little kid at fifty?"
"Hey, aren't you satisfied with this?" Yan Zhicheng sat down opposite him, leaning back in the chair, his arms lazily draped, his posture domineering, "Go out and ask, who is your father among the same age?"
This ability?"
Yan Han: "..."
Across the way, Song Xiang listened and exchanged glances with An Xuyue.
An Xuyue was rarely embarrassed. She held herself up and shouted to Yan Han: "Xiao Yan, are you worried that your parents won't love you anymore after you have a younger brother?"
Song Xiang burst out laughing and turned around to see Yan Han's expressionless profile. From a distance, she could tell that the veins on his forehead were twitching.
Yan Zhicheng snorted, raised his chin, and said to Yan Han: "You don't have to think too much, your mother and I can live for another thirty or forty years, and you don't have to worry about raising children."
With a stern and cold face, he said: "You'd better remember what you said now. When you gave birth to me, you could still leave me to the old man. Now, the old man has no energy to help you."
"No, no, no." An Xuyue quickly denied, saying, "When the baby is born, I will raise it myself."
As she said that, she came closer to Song Xiang and said, "When you have one too, we will take care of the child together."
Song Xiang smiled and covered her with the quilt.
She didn't know what to say about the situation in front of her. Her mother-in-law had a child before her, which was really difficult to deal with.
I subconsciously touched my belly, feeling unexplainably upset.
Not far away, Yan Han caught a glimpse of her little movements and immediately frowned.
"It's weird, boy, is there something wrong with you?" Yan Zhicheng asked directly, "Why isn't your wife pregnant yet?"
Song Xiang heard this and looked over here.
He gave his biological father a stern look and said, "Have a baby just after getting married. That's what you did back then. What happened? Will you be able to raise a child?"
Yan Zhicheng: "..."
Having said that, he still feels guilty for giving birth to Shun Han too early, but not knowing how to educate him, which makes the relationship between father and son now inexplicable.
Seeing that their father and son had become cold again, Song Xiang wanted to lighten the atmosphere, so he took An Xuyue to look at the photos every year.
"I met this little baby. She was so cute that day in the hospital."
"Right?" When he mentioned Nian Nian, Song Xiang's eyes lit up and he went over to share it with An Xuyue.
Yan Han couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he saw that she liked children so much.
Fortunately, she is fine and they will have a child soon.