Holding the five hundred yuan, Yun Jin had mixed feelings. Mother He was indeed a good mother-in-law, and she was lucky to be a daughter-in-law in the He family.

After calculating the time, Yun Jin made a phone call to He's mother after she arrived home. He's mother chatted happily with her for a while, and after hearing Xiao Niangao call her "Grandma," she hung up the phone only after confirming that they were safe.

Back in Beijing, Mr. He looked at his wife, who was noticeably tanned and seemed ten years younger, and clicked his tongue twice: "You know you're back? Anyone who didn't know better would think you were going to retire at the military base."

"What's so great about this place that you'd rather stay here than leave?" Father He said sarcastically.

Mother He laughed and said, "With your daughter-in-law and Little Niangao, old man, you should come along. It's a lot of fun over there. Look at the photos we took, Little Niangao is so well-behaved."

Mr. He, holding his reading glasses, looked at the four people and one dog in the photo and frowned: "Why is there a dog too?"

"It's a little mongrel that my daughter-in-law and her husband raise. It's named Doubao. It's so smart, well-behaved, and cute. I've never seen such a good dog. It makes me want to get one myself." Mrs. He had the idea of ​​bringing the dog back to Beijing.

It was just a thought, knowing that Yun Jin couldn't bear to part with it.

She also knew that Xiaodoubao wouldn't go with her. Xiaodoubao was only close to her two masters, and she would only give face to others.

Dogs are very smart!

Mr. He: "......"

So heartbreaking!

Even the dogs can take photos together, but he's absent.

Thinking of something, Mother He asked, "When will the third son finish his mission? What kind of mission was it? He's been gone for almost two months, leaving his wife and children at the base?"

"It's all because of Yun Jin. If it were anyone else, they would have left the post long ago." Mother He complained, "Your son is so domineering. Since he's not at the post himself, he won't even let his wife and daughter come to Beijing. Wouldn't it be more lively if we took care of them?"

Mr. He: "......"

When her son smells sweet, he is her son.

When a son is disobedient, immature, or unruly, he is his son.

Mr. He felt wronged, but he didn't say anything.