The fragrant grass is shining brightly

Chapter 657 Uncle Only Likes Me
Yan Xiaojie took a nap with the two little ones at noon, saw them falling asleep, and stretched out her head to look out the window. Qian Ya was sitting blankly on the stone chair in the yard, and was also looking into the house.

Seeing his mother's lost look, Yan Xiaojie's heart ached again, and he hurriedly stood up and walked out of the yard.

Seeing him coming out, Qian Ya hurriedly sat down and said with a smile, "I missed your lunch break."

"It's okay, I never take a lunch break."

Yan Xiaojie was used to marching and fighting, and never took a lunch break.

Qian Ya's mood was extremely complicated. Facing her son whom she had missed for five years, she couldn't open her mouth to recognize her.

"Are you okay?" Yan Xiaojie's voice was hoarse.

"Well, very good." Qian Ya stared at his face firmly, trying to see the clue.

In fact, his outline hasn't changed, and his eyes can't be covered, but the skin on his face is smooth, and he doesn't look like a Northwest soldier who is coming and going in the wind and rain, so he didn't recognize him all at once.

"Sir... have you got married yet?" Qian Ya asked cautiously.

If they get married again, it is understandable for her not to recognize Shu Yin, mother and son, but if that is the case, she will not recognize Yan Xiaojie as her son.

Her son would not be so heartless!
The two little guys in the room, the moment Yan Xiaojie went out, got up together, looked at each other, and quietly climbed to the window with a tacit understanding, looked outside, and pricked up their ears to listen.

"No." Yan Xiaojie answered carefully, seeing Qian Ya's seriousness, she couldn't help but added, "My family has a lovely wife and a couple of children. I love them so much that it is impossible to remarry."

When Qian Ya heard this, her heart sank in suspense.

Yan Xiaojie was talking about Shu Yin and the two children.

His eyes were still the same as that of Yan Xiaojie back then, that good boy.

"Ah, Hanhan, it can't be done, Mr. has a wife and children." Xingze's eyes widened.

Xinghan was confused, "Huh?"

Xingze nodded her head angrily, "It's because there are children like us in Mr.'s family."

"Ah!" Xing Han jumped up, before Xing Ze could hold him back, the short-handed and short-legged little man quickly slipped out of bed, and rushed out in no time.

Hugging Yan Xiaojie's thigh, "Uncle, Hanhan is the cutest."

Yan Xiaojie looked inexplicably at the disheveled hair, and her little face was flushed because she came out of the quilt, and her face was cute, very cute.

Hugging her hurriedly, "I don't wear clothes when I get out of the quilt, I'll be freezing in a while."

Xinghan seized the opportunity to hug his neck, and kissed him hard on the cheek, "Uncle wants Hanhan."

Yan Xiaojie dotingly protected her with her warm chest, "Of course, uncle likes Hanhan the most."

"Yeah." Xinghan proudly pointed at Xingze who came out of the house after getting dressed, "Uncle likes me the most."

Xingze rolled his eyes like an adult, "Uncle likes the little baby at home more."

Yan Xiaojie was taken aback.

Qian Ya reacted quickly, and hurriedly glanced at Yan Xiaojie.

Yan Xiaojie also came to his senses immediately, feeling a little helpless towards his precocious son, and pulled Xingze away with a smile, "Uncle only likes Xingze and Xinghan."

Xingze had a puzzled look on his face, he hadn't figured it out yet.

"Okay, okay, if you don't want to sleep, get ready to go to private school." Qian Ya hurriedly pulled Xinghan into her arms to change her clothes.

Looking at his precious son, Yan Xiaojie couldn't help but push him over, "Xingze is so smart. You have to treat your mother well."

Xingze nodded, "I am a man, and I will protect my mother."

Yan Xiaojie felt happy and sad for a while.

"Then Xingze study hard, sir will teach you to read an English poem, and when your mother comes back, read it to your mother, okay?"

"Okay. That mother will definitely praise me." Xingze applauded excitedly.

"Yes." After scratching his little nose, Yan Xiaojie held his son in his arms.

He doesn't want to let go, but...

(End of this chapter)