The wicked wife is pregnant again and again, and she takes her whole family flying with her spatial

Just as Yu Lian was wondering what to say, the phone rang. She abruptly stood up and answered it, her murky face immediately turning serious.

After explaining some things in detail to the person on the other end of the phone, she immediately made another call, asking Jasmine to arrange his travel tickets.

She quickly packed a couple of clothes upstairs and rushed back down. Seeing her daughter-in-law's hurried manner, Li Ying quickly went up to ask what was wrong.

Yu Lian glanced at the man sitting upright on the living room sofa, her heart sank, and she smiled at her mother-in-law, saying, "Mom, don't worry, it's just that there are some problems with the project in Yuncheng, and I need to go there in person to resolve them."

Oh, and could you please take the child to stay with us for a while? Also, please bring some cotton and candy.

Everyone else mentioned it, but no one mentioned He Lin.

The two elderly people anxiously watched their daughter-in-law's movements. Only after she drove away did they realize that their son had been sitting on the sofa the whole time, motionless and silent, like a wisp of air.

Enraged, Li Ying untied her apron, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the ground. She quickly bent down to pick it up, then swung it at her son's head as soon as she entered the room: "You heartless bastard! Your wife is in trouble and you don't even ask about her? What are you trying to do? Are you even going to live with me anymore?"

He Jianguo stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him with exasperation: "You and your wife are fighting again? Seriously, can't you change that weird temper? Besides Xiao Lian, what other woman in this world would dare to want you?"

Half an hour later, He Xinglan brought her nephew and niece in and saw a scene that left everyone speechless: her parents, one on each side, were pulling her brother's ears and scolding him word by word.

"No, no, come on, Auntie will take you to get ice cream!" She quickly turned around and led the children into the yard.

"Auntie, didn't you say you'd take us to get ice cream? Why are you sitting in the yard? I'm so hot." He Xinglan glanced at her niece and said, "Bear with it for now, wait a little while. When it's time, I'll take you there. Find a shady spot to wait for a bit." After saying that, she quietly walked to the door by herself.

After listening for less than two minutes, she realized why she had felt uneasy.

Where did your mother go?

"Auntie, I don't know, didn't we just get back?" He Ningxi looked at her aunt with a pitiful expression. They were at the doorstep but couldn't go inside; it was so hot she was sweating. The little one looked listlessly at her aunt, her throat dry: "Auntie, please go inside, my sister isn't feeling well."

He Xinglan turned her head and glanced at her little niece's flushed face, startled. "Come on, come on, Auntie didn't notice, I'm sorry." She led the child into the house, using the excuse that Manman was unwell to attract her parents' attention: "Mom and Dad, quickly give Manman some water, she seems to have heatstroke."

Li Ying thought back for a moment. The weather was quite cool today, so how could she have heatstroke? She touched her forehead and cried out, "He Xinglan! If you get brain damage from this fever, I'll never forgive you!" He Xinglan had no idea that her lively little niece could suddenly develop a fever. However, she was quick-witted and remembered that Yu Lian had mentioned where the medicine was kept at home. "Mom, let me find the medicine. My sister-in-law said the medicine for children is here." She squatted down and opened the drawer, and sure enough, she found the medicine box. "Give my niece some according to the instructions my sister-in-law wrote." The group hurriedly gave He Ningxi the fever-reducing medicine. Afterwards, Li Ying took her granddaughter upstairs to rest.

"Where is Mommy?"

"Your mother went to visit your maternal grandparents. She has some work to take care of and will be back in a couple of days."

He Ningchuan didn't react much, but He Ningze pulled his brother aside and said, "Brother, do you think Mom won't come back? Will she abandon us like before? I knew it. It was Dad's fault before; he drove Mom away."

He Ning'an's expression was complicated. After a long while, she comforted her indignant younger brother, "Don't worry, Mom will be back in a couple of days. If she doesn't come back, we can go to Grandpa and Grandma's house when we have another holiday, right?"

"Okay, I'd like to call my mom and ask."

"Not yet. If Mom leaves after we leave today, we'll have to wait another day or two before we can call Grandpa and Grandma's house."

"Okay, then wait two days... no, one day, could you just make the call for me?"

He Ning'an looked at his younger brother and thought he was usually the quietest of the three. Ever since video game consoles became popular, he had often become engrossed in them and had little interest in anything else. Now, he also seemed to be the most sensitive of the three, but he was always reserved and only expressed his thoughts when things were urgent.

"Okay, I'll ask Grandpa and Grandma for their contact information as soon as you wake up tomorrow morning. You can be the first to speak then."

He Ningze thought for a moment and decided to let his older brother speak first: "Big brother, you go ahead and ask. I'll just ask and not say anything else."

"Okay, I understand. Go eat cake with your brother and wipe away your tears."

Then, He Ning'an walked to the living room, stood in front of his grandfather He Jianguo and father He Lin, and said by name, "I want to talk to you, Mr. He Lin."

He Jianguo paused for a second before realizing that his grandson was also joining the fray: "An'an, I've already told your dad. Go do your homework." The father-son relationship was already so-so, so He Jianguo was a little anxious.

"Grandpa, I've finished writing, and I've also previewed tomorrow's lessons. I've already self-studied the middle school curriculum, so for now..."

"Alright, alright, you two go to the backyard to talk, your grandpa's going to watch TV, okay?"

He Ning'an nodded and went ahead.

"Just tell me what you want."

Looking at her indifferent father, He Ning'an felt that the only mistake her mother had ever made in her life wasn't abandoning her four children, but choosing to marry the man in front of her: "If you don't cherish her, my mother has plenty of others who will. I think Uncle Li is quite good, what do you think?"

He Lin had never wanted to beat his own son as much as he did at this moment: "He Ning'an, don't think that just because your mother is there, I won't dare to hit you. Now that the emperor is far away, let's see if I dare to hit you. The fact that you can say such things to my face means that your Uncle Li has put on quite a show in front of you."

He Ning'an looked at her conflicted father with disappointment and shook her head slightly: "You don't need to create imaginary enemies for yourself. Look, Uncle Li didn't do anything. Mom cares about you a lot, but I don't know why you're always so insecure."

When He Ning'an uttered the word "inferiority complex," even he himself was confused. In his memory, this word had almost nothing to do with his father.

He Lin suddenly laughed: "I'm insecure? Where did you get that idea?"