Jiang family’s old house!
Mr. Jiang's funeral has been completed.
The next step is to deal with Jiang Yaotian.
Chen Yue knew that Jiang Yaotian was the mastermind behind this, so he vented all the suppressed anger and annoyance on him.
Jiang Yaojing's phone rang.
He took out his cell phone and picked it up.
At this time, Chen Yue punched Jiang Yaotian on the bridge of his nose.
The bridge of the nose is broken.
He screamed in pain.
Song Yunyun happened to hear it.
Jiang Yaojing walked outside to answer the phone!
"Um."
Song Yunyun breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Jiang Yaojing's response, "What happened just now?"
"Chen Yue is venting his anger." He said calmly.
Song Yunyun quickly understood what was going on.
She didn't ask further questions.
"I may go back very late today," he said.
Song Yunyun responded, "Well, I'm calling you just to tell you that no one is home today and we are all outside."
"Well, go back early."
"good."
After a moment of silence, Jiang Yaojing said, "Have I hung up the phone?"
Song Yunyun responded well.
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"Mom, I'm so happy," they said as they got off the car, holding Song Yunyun's hands and walking into the house.
Song Yunyun looked down at him, "Is it true that you will be happy if I take you out to play?"
"Yes." They both nodded, "It would be great if you could lead me to play like this more often."
Song Yunyun held his son's hand tightly and said, "I will."
They were both so happy that they were jumping along the aisle.
Seeing his son's happy look, Song Yunyun raised the corners of his lips slightly.
Maybe it's not so bad to take care of your husband and raise your children at home.
At least the two children will be happy, right?
Today she was responsible for bathing the two children and putting them to sleep.
It was past nine o'clock when I finished all this.
Both of them were wearing bear pajamas, sitting on the bed, playing with the windmill they bought at the amusement park today.
He blew air through his mouth to make the windmill turn.
Song Yunyun asked him to go to bed, "It's almost ten o'clock. It's time to go to bed. We'll play again tomorrow morning."
They both lay down reluctantly, still holding the windmill in their hands.
Song Yunyun covered him with a quilt, lowered his head and kissed his forehead gently, "Both be good."
They both smiled happily and closed their eyes obediently.
Song Yunyun coaxed him to sleep before going upstairs.
She took a shower at about ten o'clock.
Jiang Yaojing hasn't come back yet.
She couldn't sleep either.
I found a book to read.
But I can't see it in my heart.
My mind can't calm down.
Then he went downstairs, took out a bottle of foreign wine from the wine cabinet, and poured half a glass.
She is standing on the balcony.
He put his arms on the railing and shook the wine in his hand.
The light yellow liquid is swaying in the wine glass.
She took a sip.
His brows furrowed slightly.
She doesn't drink much and is not used to this taste.
A car drove up not far away.
Although the light was dim, Song Yunyun could not see clearly what the car looked like.
But she was certain that Jiang Yaojing was back.
Soon, the car drove in.
The headlights went out.
The car door opened, and a tall figure came out!
Under the streetlight, his shadow was reflected on the ground, dragging very long...
Song Yunyun raised her lips and called him, "Jiang Yaojing."
Jiang Yaojing looked up.
Seeing the people on the balcony, he asked, "Aren't you asleep yet?"
Song Yunyun said, "Waiting for you."
Jiang Yaojing smiled.
His eyebrows were stretched and his pupils were deep, "Have you been drinking?"
"Yeah." Song Yunyun swung the glass and drank the rest.
"Did you drink a lot?" Jiang Yaojing asked.
Song Yunyun said, "I may be a little drunk."
She put the wine glass on the railing, looked at Jiang Yaojing with charming eyes, pulled off the ties of her pajamas, and asked, "Can you catch it?"
Following her words, the lace in her hand was also dropped.
The light silk dances in the air and falls leisurely.
It happened to fall on Jiang Yaojing's shoulder.
His eyes became darker and darker, looking at her like a bottomless lake, and asked in a low tone, "Is there more?"
He raised his hand and pinched the belt with his long fingers.
Soft and soft black.
He held it in his hand and glanced down at it.
Song Yunyun's pajamas are all long-sleeved, pants and jackets, very conservative style.
Jiang Yaojing has never seen her pajamas before!
This chapter has been completed!