Chapter 1259

Don't want to let Jiaoyang distraction, return to the matter, Tang wanwan didn't tell Jiaoyang, just before boarding the plane, to wanxiuzhen made a phone call.

When I got off the plane, before I saw anyone, I heard a childish voice calling out, "late, late, Mommy!"

Then, a small guy came running all the way.

"Little Arnold!"

When we got off the plane, it was the afternoon of the imperial capital. Wan Xiuzhen took little Arnold to pick up the plane.

I haven't seen him for a few days. It's obvious that little Arnold has gained a lot of weight before. His face is bulging with a healthy blush.

"Late, late, Mommy! You're back at last. Little Arnold misses you so much

As he said this, the little guy hugged Tang wanwan's thigh tightly. He couldn't be intimate.

Then Wan Xiuzhen and uncle Fu came to Tang wanwan.

"As soon as he heard that you were coming back, he had to come to pick you up. Therefore, he promised your father that he would recite two more Tang poems in exchange for this afternoon's rest."

Hearing Wan Xiuzhen's complaint, little Arnold raised his head and pointed at Tang wanwan's grievance.

"Mom, I'm a good girl. Besides Tang poetry, I'm learning Song Ci now."

Looking at the child with careful and flattering eyes, Tang wanwan felt sad.

It is precisely because he has experienced the poverty in the past and the life and death of his parents and relatives that little Arnold has a mature age that does not belong to him.

No sense of security, so that he had a panic from the bottom of his heart, afraid of all this in front of him, because his performance is not good enough, and be taken away.

This kind of fear and uneasiness has been deeply engraved in his blood and bone. No matter how Tang wanwan, Jiao Yang, Wan Xiuzhen and Tang Wenshan sincerely treat him, I'm afraid they can't eliminate this kind of uneasiness in a period of time.

Tang wanwan raised his hand and rubbed it on little Arnold's head. His voice was unconsciously soft.

"Good boy."

On the other side, Wan Xiuzhen looked at little Arnold, and her eyes also showed her heartache.

She raised her hand, took the little guy to her body, full of love pinched the child's slightly bulging cheek, and then turned her eyes to Tang wanwan.

"I'm afraid your father is tired, so I didn't let him come here. Jiao Yang is still in the hospital at the moment. He came back for lunch and went there with Xiao Shu. He said that the examination results will come out this afternoon. You can go back to have a rest and take dinner with Uncle Fu later to go to the hospital."

In the past few years, Tang wanwan has been used to everything on her own. As soon as she returns home, Wan Xiuzhen helps her arrange everything in order, which makes Tang wanwan feel relieved and nervous for such a long time.

After several hours of flying, Tang wanwan felt a little tired. When he got into the car and leaned back in the chair, little Arnold sat close to her, with her head on her. Unconsciously, he felt sleepy.

When you open your eyes again, the car has entered the Tang villa.

It's just time for dinner. As soon as I enter the villa gate, the smell of fragrance comes to my nostrils. Hearing the movement of the door, Tang Wenshan, who used to sit on the sofa and read a book, gets up and greets me.

"Dad, I'm back."

"Grandfather!"

With a sweet voice, little Arnold ran from Tang wanwan to Tang Wenshan.

"Well, go upstairs and have a rest. I'll call you after dinner."

Tang Wenshan answered, but his eyes had moved to little Arnold's body, "let you go to pick up Mommy, and then it's time to recite the ancient poems for external skill?"

"Oh..."

Obviously, we can see that the little guy's excitement has gone down a lot. But when we look at Tang wanwan and Tang Wenshan, the little guy raises his head and says, "I'll recite the poem obediently. Can I go to the hospital with my late mother later?"

Afraid of Tang Wenshan's refusal, the little guy added, "I miss Jiao Yang's father. I want to see him."

These days, Jiao Yang and Yan Xiaoshu are taking care of her in the hospital. Yan Xiaoshu is still better. As Jiao Wenshu's own son, Jiao Yang is almost at her bedside day and night, and has not been back to the Tang family for several days.

Little Arnold and his father Jiao Yang have a good relationship. They haven't seen each other for several days. No wonder the children miss him.

"Yes, but the premise is to recite the ancient poems well."

With Tang Wenshan's permission, the little guy cracked his mouth and showed a very bright smile. Don't worry about the late Tang, take Tang Wenshan's hand, will go to the study.

"Grandfather, hurry up, tell me the story of those two ancient poems, so that I can remember them quickly!"

I saw Tang Wenshan's wrinkles piled up in the corner of his eyes. He said busily, "OK, OK, grandfather will tell you."

Looking at the warm picture of the old and young running to the study, Tang wanwan's heart seems to have a warm current flowing slowly.She can't help but remember that not long ago, Jiao Wenshu once held her hand and talked. She first told Jiao Yang to treat Tang wanwan well, and then told him what was wrong in his daily life. Just teach him a lesson. Later, she took them by the hand and told them that "running a family needs not only love, but also tolerance and understanding". She told them that fate is hard won and they should know how to cherish it .

She also mentioned little Arnold and told them that since they had decided to adopt him, they would take him as their own.

Although she didn't say a word about her grandson, from her manner and expression, Tang wanwan could see her future.

At her age, she has tasted the prosperity and loneliness of the world. The only thing she cares about is her children and grandchildren. Although she doesn't say it, how can she not yearn for her future grandchildren?

In her heart, she must be looking forward to one day reporting the scene of her grandson, family and harmony, right?

However, before that day came, she fell ill and lay in the cold room of the intensive care unit.

"Well, go back to your room and have a rest. I'll call you when I have dinner."

Seeing her daughter's deep feelings, Wan Xiuzhen came forward and patted her shoulder comfortingly, which brought back Tang wanwan's thoughts.

She nodded, turned and went upstairs.

The body is tired, can wait to lie down on the bed, but no sleepiness.

She lay there quietly, staring at the ceiling in a daze, and those messy things in her mind rushed in.

She had doubts about her previous decision.

Working hard and stabilizing your career before considering the issue of having children, is this a right or wrong decision?