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In the evening, Lin Xiaoman brought Jiang Yushu and Jiang Yuyan to the ward. Jiang Qingyue was sitting in a wheelchair watching the news on TV.
Compared to his sickly complexion in the morning, he now has a rosy complexion and looks full of energy.
Lin Xiaoman guessed that she had underestimated the recovery ability of her adopted son. She estimated that in a month or two, this guy would be able to jump around again.
As soon as they entered the door, the two little kids immediately rushed up with bright smiles and curious and cheerful expressions on their faces and started calling people.
"dad!"
"dad!"
The tender male and female voices seemed to be competing to see who could shout louder, each one higher than the other, like a unique chorus of male and female sopranos.
Although Jiang Qingyue was lying alone, the two little ones who were taken to the ward to play every now and then naturally knew their father.
Although they were young and didn't know the concept of "sickness", they were very happy to see their father, who usually didn't move, suddenly able to move.
Seeing the two little kids in person, Jiang Qingyue was filled with emotion. It was a natural affinity that came from his blood; he loved them the moment they arrived. Although the birth of this son and daughter was rather special, Jiang Qingyue had heard their voices and grown up with them.
Jiang Qingyue accepted his two children without any objection.
The whole family is happy.
After dinner, Lin Xiaoman stayed for a while and then took the child back. The ward became quiet.
In this silence, Jiang Qingyue suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something.
Forgot?
What was it?
Oops!
He actually forgot about Xiaoqing!
Xiaoqing, he actually forgot about Xiaoqing!
Jiang Qingyue quickly picked up the bedside phone and slowly dialed the number, but found that the number was no longer in service.
Frowning, Jiang Qingyue couldn't help but worry. His mother didn't know the situation and drove the people away. But Xiaoqing was pregnant at the time and she was alone. What should she do?
But it has been more than two years, and everything that should have happened should have happened. Xiaoqing should be okay, right?
Forget it, I’ll ask mom tomorrow.
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