Chapter 181： How do you feel that your home has changed?

Chapter 181 Why does it feel like the family has changed?

In the night in the fenced courtyard, countless laughter and laughter can always be heard.

It looks more lively tonight.

Qi Qi was sitting on the bed in the room, holding her mobile phone and calling her grandparents, surrounded by gifts from Aunt Dong.

"Aunt Dong really bought a lot of gifts for Qiqi. I dare not move while sitting here. If I move, the gifts will fall down and bury Qiqi."

The little feet supported a doll that fell down, and Qiqi laughed loudly, "Grandpa, grandma, did you hear the laughter in the main room? It's very lively. If you were here, you would definitely Very happy!"

"Uncle and Aunt Dong became good friends as soon as they met, because one of them has yellow hair and the other has red hair. Aunt Dong said that next time I will invite my uncle to dye my hair green lol..."

"And Dad went to the hospital for a physical examination today, but it will take two days to know the results. I think Dad is in better health now. When he comes back tonight, he can actually carry a bucket of pig manure!"

On the other end of the phone, Yan Huai and Meng Jingxian were sitting on the sofa in the living room of the villa.

Xiao Waer was chattering on the phone, and the little mouth spoke so fast that the two of them could hardly get in the way.

But just listening to the soft voice of my little granddaughter, I can feel happy.

The spacious and deserted room seemed to have become much more lively.

Uncle Xiang stood by the sofa, and left with a smile after a while.

The scene of the chairman and his wife sitting together so warmly and peacefully has never been seen in my memory.

Now that the little lady has been found, the Yan family may usher in another scene in the future and become like a real home.

After half an hour of phone calls, Yan Huai and Meng Jingxian said goodbye to the baby only after the little baby said goodbye briskly.

"I used to hear people say that they are relatives in the next generation. At that time, I didn't take it seriously, but now I have to believe it." Just after hanging up the phone, the gentle smile in Yan Huai's eyes has not yet dissipated, "But Yan Xi still needs to take care of it. How can you dye your hair green? What is it like? Call him later and talk about it."

I don't know if it's because the man's expression is different from his usual gentleness, or because his tone sounds a bit soft when he speaks, Meng Jingxian suddenly became more courageous, and blurted back, "If you want to say it yourself, Yan Xi is not alone. son."

Yan Huai was stunned, "He will only deliberately oppose me when I say something, and he can dye his green hair as soon as he hangs up the phone!"

"Isn't it because you never have a good tone when talking to him? It's either an order or a lesson. How can young people be willing to listen? Anyway, I won't be this ugly person this time."

Used up her courage, afraid that the man would scold others later, Meng Jingxian got up quickly, and went upstairs with small steps.

Yan Huai frowned, with deep thought in his eyes.

How do you feel that your home has changed?

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This night, Dong Wangshu used his black history and history of blood and tears to make everyone in the small courtyard lean forward and back, even Yanxi laughed till his stomach ached.

In the middle of the night, the small courtyard was quiet, and Song Yueliang and Qi Qi were squeezed into a small bed, and she covered her mouth and cried sparingly.

"Don't cry, scare Qiqi." Song Yueliang was helpless.

Qi Qi hurriedly found out her little handkerchief, and wiped away the tears of those who were crying.

"At the beginning, I thought it was strange that you don't like to meddle in other people's business. It's so unusual for you to be so helpful that day." Dong Wangshu pulled Qi Qi into his arms, choking while talking, "Now I finally know the truth. , This is called a mother-daughter bond! When Aunt Li comes out, your family of three will be reunited, and you will never encounter bad things again!"

Qiqi was curious, "Aunt Dong, are you talking about my grandma?"

"Yes, your grandma will be back soon, Qiqi will have one more person who loves you, are you happy?"

"Happy!" Qiqi rolled her eyes.

She heard her mother mention grandma, and she heard everything her mother said outside the yard last night.

Grandma has suffered a lot and is still in prison.

"Auntie, what does my grandmother look like? Can you tell me about my grandmother?"

"Okay, but you have to call me godmother first!"

"Godmother!"

Song Yueliang looked at the woman's immediately contented appearance, feeling a little helpless.

She reached out and hugged her daughter, and patted her little head, "It's time, the baby should go to bed, I'll talk about it tomorrow if I have anything to say."

Dong Wangshu nodded heavily, "Yes, we'll talk about it tomorrow. Qiqi, Auntie is a little tired today, shall we continue talking tomorrow?"

Qiqi was held down to sleep by two adults, always feeling like she was being tricked.

Auntie accused her of calling her godmother, but didn't tell her about her grandmother.

Adults are so cunning.

The lights in the room were turned off, and Qi Qi had developed a habit of working and resting, and soon fell asleep.

Wait until the baby's breathing became long and slow to make sure that she was fast asleep. Dong Wangshu, who could not sleep with his eyes open, lowered his volume and said, "Yueyue, have you told Aunt Li about Qiqi?"

Song Yueliang was silent for a while, "I have no chance to say."

"... Aunt Li still refuses to see you?"

"Ok."

Dong Wangshu didn't know what to say for a moment.

Whatever you say to comfort her seems empty and perfunctory.

"Go to sleep. She will come out in a few days, and it will be the same when the time comes." Song Yueliang didn't want to talk too much, so she ended the chat with these words.

Turned over gently in the dark, half embraced her sleeping daughter in her arms, Song Yueliang's eyes were deep.

In the past few years, she visited the prison several times. Except for the first time, she was refused to meet each time after that.

The only time we met, the mother only said a cold word to the daughter, "Don't come here in the future, just treat me as dead."

Song Yueliang searched all over her memory, and the relationship between her and that woman seemed to have always been so cold and indifferent, and there was no time when she got close.

Later, when I heard about the woman, it was the prison guard who informed her that her hand bones were broken and her face was disfigured in prison.

The weekend of the following day.

Because her mother didn't have to go to work, Qiqi slept in for a while, and it was already eight o'clock when she woke up.

The little baby walked out of the main room with her hair covered, rubbing her eyes, and the morning sun was just right.

There is sweet potato aroma in the air, and there are whispers of laughter in the kitchen.

Under the loquat tree in the yard, a young man with curly yellow hair was listening to the phone in a daze.

Qiqi couldn't help being curious and walked over, squatting at the man's feet, staring at him with her cheeks in her hands.

Adults can't interrupt when talking on the phone, so Qiqi didn't make a sound.

Yan Xi was so focused that she didn't realize there was a small ball at her feet for a while. She didn't know what the person on the other end said. The young man was awkward, "Aren't you busy with everything? I don't care what color I dye my hair. ?”

"I know, I know, I'll think about it, and I don't necessarily listen to you."

Qiqi tilted her head, feeling that her uncle was really strange.

Talking so impatiently, but smiling like a flower blooming on his face.

My lord is so complicated.