Song Yiyuan and Jiang Haixia immediately returned to Zhang Gong's private residence.

In the back seat, Jiang Haixia sat in the middle, with four soft-bodied babies playing on both sides of her.

On the left, Dabao Langlang was pulling the arm of Erbao Wenwen. Wenwen didn't even glance at his big brother, with a look on his face saying, "Big brother, stop it."

On the right, the third baby was sitting next to Jiang Haixia, and the fourth baby put his head in his sister's arms, wanting her to hug him. The baby didn't move, so Beibei directly pulled his sister's arm towards himself and forced her to hug him.

Jiang Haixia looked at the children gently, and when she saw that the four children looked about 70% like Qingqing, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

In a trance, she even wondered what her future children would look like.

As soon as this thought popped up, Jiang Haixia frowned and pursed her lips, and all thoughts disappeared in an instant.

It is impossible for them to get married with their status.

She raised her hand and touched the child's head, and unconsciously raised the corners of her lips.

Half an hour later, the car drove steadily into Zhang Gong's yard.

Two adults carried the four children out of the car, put them on the ground and held them by the hand.

Two soldiers came up immediately and examined the children with a smile.

When Dabao saw a stranger touching him, he pushed the soldier's arm with his little hand and frowned tightly.

He looked up at Song Yiyuan and pointed at the soldier.

It means "Daddy, he touched me."

Song Yiyuan squatted down and said with a smile: "This is a routine checkup. You can see your mother after the checkup."

"Mother?"

Sibao tilted his head and looked at Song Yiyuan.

Grandma and Dad teach them to call mom every day.

But what is a mother?

Song Yiyuan was touched by Sibao's tilted head and innocent look.

He smiled but said nothing.

The four children were quickly checked, and next was the body search of Song Yiyuan and Jiang Haixia.

The soldiers were afraid that the four children would get impatient waiting, so they checked them as quickly as possible and immediately let Song Yiyuan and his group pass.

"Come, go find your mother."

Song Yiyuan picked up Dabao and Erbao, Jiang Haixia picked up Sanbao and Sibao, and they strode towards the backyard.

Lin Qingqing estimated the time and waited at the gate of the courtyard in advance. Suddenly, she heard the baby's babbling sound. She turned sideways and saw that it was her husband and child.

She turned her gaze and looked at the four children intently.

They say children grow up with time. I haven't seen him for two months and he has changed a lot.

All of his facial features have grown a little, and he can already foresee what he will look like when he grows up.

Their hair has grown longer, and Bao Bao and Bei Bei have tied their hair into little buns, which makes them even more cute.

The way a child looks at his or her surroundings can also reveal his or her personality.

The eldest brother's head and eyes turned around, he was almost too busy to handle it. This guy will definitely be a troublemaker when he grows up.

The second brother just looked around calmly without turning his head, and seemed to be a calm person.

The third baby held Haixia's neck with his two little hands, blinking his big eyes as he looked around. He had a well-behaved personality.

The fourth child, Beibei, tilted his head against Haixia's neck, his eyes rolling around, his little mouth laughing non-stop, his hands tugging at his sister's clothes, looking very cunning.

Lin Qingqing stepped out of the door and called out to the children who were getting closer and closer: "My dears, Mommy is back."

After she finished speaking, her throat seemed to be blocked by something and became swollen.

She quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief and stared at the children.

She was really afraid that the child would no longer recognize her as his mother.

Two months is enough time for a one-year-old child to completely lose his memory.

She had just entered the space, taken a shower, and changed into the clothes she usually wore at home.

"Lang Lang, look, that's mom."

Song Yiyuan pointed at Lin Qingqing and showed it to Dabao.

He put the child directly on the ground and said, "Langlang, Wenwen, go find your mother."

"Mother."

Dabao Langlang shouted subconsciously.

Seeing the beautiful woman in front of me, I blinked my eyes. She looked familiar... familiar, but I just couldn't remember where she was.