Liang Junyan sat on the sofa and waited.

Soon, Yang Ping took out an envelope and handed it to Liang Junyan, "Here, I took the thousand yuan from home before. Now I'm going to return it, and this money is for you."

"What happened before, I was wrong. I did a lot of wrong things before. I'm sorry... I apologize to you." Yang Ping lowered her head and said to Liang Junyan.

Liang Junyan looked at the money and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

She always treated her brother and mother as the apple of her eyes. If there were any good things at home, she would not be willing to eat or wear them herself, and she would like to give them all to her brother and mother.

She went to work in the canning factory, not for the sake of the family or the children's well-being, but because she was thinking about her mother and brother and wanting to make money for them.

She was able to get the money back?

"Count and see if it's correct." Yang 냫ping said with a smile.

Liang Junyan took the bulging envelope, opened it, and took out the money inside.

Not a penny less.

A full thousand dollars.

"Why do you want this money back?" Liang Junyan knew that her mother and brother were not good people. To put it bluntly, those two vampires were very lucky not to ask Yang Ping for money, so how could they return the money to Yang Ping?

"This... Yang Dazhi killed the baby in my belly. I told her that if she doesn't return the money to me, I will sue Yang Dazhi and put him in jail for life." Yang Ping said.

Liang Junyan stared at Yang Ping in disbelief. It was difficult for him to reconcile the person in front of him with the person in his memory.

But soon, Liang Junyan figured it out.

Maybe Yang Ping was afraid that I would divorce her, so she asked for the money back first, expecting that when I relaxed my guard and were no longer ready to divorce, I would then give her mother and brother a large sum of money.

Many times, Liang Junyan felt that he should not marry Yang Ping, but Yang Ping's mother and younger brother.

"I don't care what you want to do or what you think. Anyway, I'm going to get a divorce." Liang Junyan said. He took out 1,500 yuan and handed it to Yang Ping. "This 1,000 yuan is our property after marriage. This half is yours."

"I don't want it." Yang Ping didn't take it. She took a few steps back. "Junyan, this money is all earned by you through hard work over the years. It has nothing to do with me. What's more, after getting married, I also took a lot of things from home to support Yang Dazhi and his mother. How can I have the nerve to take money from you again?"

"Junyan, I let you down in the past, and I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities as a wife." Yang Ping lowered her eyebrows and said, "Go and apply for a divorce. Once the report is approved, we will get divorced."

After saying this, Yang Ping went back to her bedroom and lay on her bed to continue embroidering the clothes.

Liang Junyan was silent for a moment. "You are still in confinement after childbirth. You should have a good rest instead of doing these needlework."

Yang Ping shook her head and continued to thread the needle, embroidering seriously.

"After you finish your confinement and recover, I will go and apply for the report." Liang Junyan said.

This incident dealt a heavy blow to Yang Ping.

He was worried that they would get divorced soon, and Yang Ping would be upset.

Let's wait until her physical and emotional state are stable before reporting the divorce.

"Okay, thank you." Yang Boping raised her eyes and glanced at Liang Junyan.

This man is tall, handsome, responsible and accountable.

He was a good man, but it was a pity that I had been a burden to him for so many years.

…

As the days passed, Shen Li finished her confinement.

I thought the confinement period was the hardest, but I didn't expect that the second month of Xiao An'an's growth would also be very difficult.

During the confinement period, little An An didn't cry much. She would only whimper and cry a few times when she was hungry and wanted to drink milk.

But in the second month, little An An often stared at his short legs and cried loudly and non-stop.

Duoduo and Minghui used the small bells and various gadgets in their children's books to tease him and distract him, but it was no use at all. He kept crying.

Little An An's face flushed red, he whimpered, twisted around on the bed, cried loudly, and his butt made unspeakable "puff" sounds.

"It stinks." Duoduo pinched her nose, "Brother, my brother farts a lot."

Puff, puff, puff.

Lu Minghui didn't know what was going on.

With such a small stature, could it be that his stomach is filled with ten kilograms of fart?

Lu Minghui went to find his father.

"Dad, my little brother farted a lot and kept crying. I just saw that my little brother didn't poop. I don't know what happened." Lu Minghui raised his little face with a serious expression.

Could it be that my brother drank too much milk and his stomach is having trouble digesting it?

But at this time, mom was sleeping in the bedroom. If his brother continued to cry so loudly, he was worried that his brother would wake mom up.

Mom is already very tired from breastfeeding every day.

"I'll go and take a look." At this time, Lu Jing had just finished drying his last urine in the small yard. He washed it and quickly returned to the house.

Du Lan was holding little An An and trying to comfort her. When little An An cried like that, she became extremely anxious and sweat broke out on her back.

She hasn't taken care of children for many years.

Before, the children in the family were all taken care of by a nanny.

Now on the island, Duran has to take care of her baby grandson from scratch. She doesn't know how to do many things and has to learn them slowly.

"Jing, this child is weird. He keeps crying when I hold him horizontally, but when I hold him vertically, he doesn't cry as much. Instead, he stops crying gradually." Duran was anxious and angry. "Hurry up and check what's going on."

"Hurry up and comfort him. Don't let him continue crying, or he might wake up Xiaoli."

"Let me take a look." Lu Jing walked forward, picked up the crying little boy vertically, let the little boy's small body lie on his broad shoulders, patted his back gently, and burped him, "He is crying now."

"February trouble? What does this mean?" Duran was confused.

"The child started crying in February because of gastrointestinal development problems that led to bloating and colic." Lu Jingxiao patted little An An's back as he walked.

Gradually, little An'an's crying became less noisy.

"In the future, burp him more after he finishes drinking milk and do more exercises for him." Lu Jing said. After seeing that little An'an's crying frequency had decreased a lot, he laid the whimpering little guy flat on the sofa, squatted down, held little An'an's left arm and one leg, lifted his chubby little leg, and let his left arm touch his leg.

"Hey, slow down!" Duran looked anxious, "How can such a small child train with you like a soldier?"