"What's going on?" Song Yunyun's heart skipped a beat.
Jiang Yaojing picked up some vegetables for her and put them in her bowl, "I need to go on a business trip and it will take a little longer."
"How long?" Song Yunyun asked.
"Half a month." Jiang Yaojing looked at her, "I have asked Chen Yue to find a servant, and he will be here tomorrow..."
"You can go ahead with peace of mind."
Song Yunyun looked at Han Xin, and finally his eyes fell on Jiang Yaojing, "I resigned. I will take care of my family."
Jiang Yaojing's expression stiffened slightly, and then he stared at her deeply.
Without waiting for Jiang Yaojing to say anything, she said first, "I feel that I spend too little time with my children. I want to return to my family."
She always knew in her heart that Jiang Yaojing was accommodating her.
A lot of work is done online.
It took so long this time. There must be a backlog of things and he had to go.
"I can't help you with anything at work. From now on, I will take care of your family so that you have no worries."
Jiang Yaojing gently lowered his eyes.
But said nothing.
She knew in her heart that she had sacrificed her career.
Song Yunyun actually doesn't feel any regret now.
In a family, there must always be one person who cares about the family.
Han Xin also supported Song Yunyun's work before.
Now she has made the decision.
She still supports it.
Such a big home.
She and Jiang Yaojing both went out early and came back late.
Home also lacks the warmth of home.
She patted her daughter on the shoulder and said, "From now on, I will leave both of them to you."
After all, Song Yunyun is the mother.
She has already been absent from Shuangshuang's infancy, let alone Xiaobao's. Although she sees Xiaobao every day, she does not take care of him herself.
Song Yunyun nodded, "Thank you, Mom, for your hard work."
If it weren't for Han Xin, she wouldn't be able to go to work.
Taking care of Shuangshuang and Xiaobao, such a young child, must be very hard.
She knew it in her heart.
Full of gratitude.
night.
Jiang Yaojing hugged her.
Song Yunyun asked him, "If you don't see me for half a month, will you miss me?"
Jiang Yaojing snorted lightly.
Song Yunyun turned around, stood up on tiptoes and hooked his neck, whispering in his ear, "I don't believe it."
Jiang Yaojing held her slender waist, "Then how do you want me to prove it?"
"Hmm..." Song Yunyun pondered.
Before she could think about it, Jiang Yaojing picked her up and put her on the bed.
Her body sank into the soft quilt.
He unbuttoned her pajamas and kissed her lips.
The shoulder strap slipped off and she felt a little bit of coolness.
Immediately afterwards, his strong body and warm body temperature covered him.
His hand seemed to be carrying magic, causing waves of tremors wherever it traveled.
She panted slightly.
"Will you miss me?" Jiang Yaojing leaned into her ear.
His long and well-defined fingers caressed her legs.
The fingertips are full, soft, and warm, moving upward.
Song Yunyun turned his head and buried his face in the crook of his neck, saying very softly, "Yeah."
All the clothes were off, and I was feeling miserable.
At the last moment, Jiang Yaojing suddenly stopped and looked down at her, "Will it hurt you?"
Song Yunyun opened his eyes and saw the intense redness in his eyes, but he was still restraining himself.
Her brain was confused for a moment.
Only then did it gradually become clear what he meant.
No matter what it was, it was considered a miscarriage for her.
He was afraid of hurting her body.
Song Yunyun also woke up.
She just fell in love and forgot about this.
Her miscarriage was the same as miscarriage, only it was too short-lived.
In fact, even if it is a miscarriage.
You also need to rest.
She touched his face and said, "Yeah."
Her black hair was spread like seaweed, and her delicate face was nestled in it, her cheeks flushed with crimson.
Her lips are pink, and the confusion in her eyes has not completely dissipated.