"What's the matter?" Song Yunyun's heart skipped a beat.
Jiang Yaojing picked up food for her and put it in her bowl, "I need to go on a trip, it takes a little longer."
"How long?" Song Yunyun asked.
"Half a month." Jiang Yaojing looked at her, "I have asked Chen Yue to find the servant and will come tomorrow..."
"Don't worry, go."
Song Yunyun looked at Han Xin, and finally his eyes fell on Jiang Yaojing, "I have resigned, I will take good care of my family."
Jiang Yaojing's expression stiffened slightly, and then stared at her deeply.
Without waiting for Jiang Yaojing to say anything, she said first, "I think I have too little companionship with my children, and I want to return to my family."
She always knew in her heart that Jiang Yaojing was accommodating her.
Many work is processed online.
It took so long this time, and it must be that there was a lot of backlog of things, so he had to go through it.
"I can't help you at work. From now on, I will take good care of my family so that you will have no worries."
Jiang Yaojing gently lowered his eyes.
But he said nothing.
I knew in my heart that she had sacrificed her career.
Song Yunyun actually doesn't feel regretful now.
A family always has to have one person, taking care of the family.
Han Xin also supported Song Yunyun to work before.
Now she made the decision.
She still supports it.
Such a big home.
She and Jiang Yaojing both went out early and came back late.
Home is also less warm.
She patted her daughter on the shoulder, "From now, I'll leave it to you."
After all, Song Yunyun is the mother.
She has been absent from Shuangshuang's infancy, so she should not even be absent from Xiaobao. Although she sees Xiaobao every day, she does not take care of herself.
Song Yunyun nodded, "Thank you, mom, thank you for your hard work."
It’s not Han Xin, she has no way 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, "Will you miss me if you haven't seen me for half a month?"
Jiang Yaojing nodded lightly.
Song Yunyun turned around and tiptoed to hook his neck, grinding in his ear, "I don't believe it."
Jiang Yaojing held her slender waist, "Then how do you want me to prove it?"
"Well..." Song Yunyun pondered.
Before she could think about it, Jiang Yaojing picked her up in the waist and put her on the bed.
Her body was trapped in the soft quilt.
He unbuttoned her pajamas and kissed her lips.
The shoulder straps slid down and she felt a little cold.
Immediately afterwards, his strong body and warm body temperature came over.
His hands seemed to have magic, and the place he wandered by, stirring up waves of tremors.
She gasped slightly.
"Will you miss me?" Jiang Yaojing leaned into her ear.
His slender and distinctive fingers stroked her legs.
The fingertips are full, soft, and warm, and wander upwards.
Song Yunyun turned her head and buried her neck with her face, which was very light and soft, "Yeah."
The clothes are gone, and the emotions are lingering.
At the last moment, Jiang Yaojing suddenly stopped and looked down at her, "Will it hurt you?"
Song Yunyun opened her eyes and saw that the redness in his eyes was still forcibly restrained.
Her brain was chaotic for a moment.
It was only gradually clear what he meant.
No matter which one, she is considered a miscarriage.
He was afraid that he would hurt her body.
Song Yunyun also woke up.
She just got fascinated and forgot about this.
It was the same as a miscarriage, but it was too short.
In fact, it is a miscarriage.
It also needs rest.
She touched his face, "Yeah."
Her black hair, like seaweed, was spread out, her delicate face nestled in it, and her cheeks were scorching.
The lips are pink, and the blurred look has not completely disappeared from the eyes.