The interest in chatting suddenly disappeared, and after a few calm words, he hung up the phone.

The little guy is very talkative, babbling in baby talk that only he can understand.

"Little thing, who did you take this chatterbox from? Your father is so talkative that he can't even get a fart out of you, but you start talking to anyone you meet, and you never stop." Yu Jingyan took the little guy's hand and shook it gently.

The little guy's fingers are pink and tender, as if they are new buds just sprouting in spring, and people have to be careful when touching them.

The little fellow grinned and babbled in response.

That serious and cute look melted the heart of Yu Jingyan, a tough guy.

"Sister-in-law, let me make a deal for you!" Yu Jingyan raised his eyes to look at Shen Zhihuan who was bending over to clean the house not far away, and there was a hint of flattery in his voice.

"She's too young. You can't coax her at night." Shen Zhihuan said without even raising his head.

After a pause, she continued, "I really want a child. Hurry up and find a partner and have one. Then you can play with it however you want. It would be great."

"Did you give birth to a child just for fun?" Yu Jingyan was speechless.

"Not entirely. When he grows up, he can help us with work and take care of us in our old age. One child can do multiple things without delaying anything." Shen Zhihuan's mouth couldn't help but rise.

"My dear, did you hear me? Your mother gave birth to you just to enslave you." Yu Jingyan lowered his head to tease the little guy.

The little fellow responded with "babbling" with his little mouth open.

Yu Jingyan was itching to touch the cute little thing.

I really want to touch...

But when she thought of Su Ziyu's warning, the itch on her fingertips disappeared instantly.

"What do you mean by enslaving him? I raised him when he was young, and he took care of me when I was old. Isn't this natural? If he didn't take care of me in my old age, why would I give birth to him? He is no better than an egg. He can be boiled and braised." Shen Zhihuan sneered.

"Can the eggs still be braised?" Yu Jingyan blinked his peach blossom eyes.

Shen Zhihuan: “…”

Are they talking about braised eggs? After a pause, he continued, "Do you braise the eggs with or without the shell? Can you braise them with the shell?"

“Crack the eggshells a little before cooking so that it will have flavor when cooked. If you like spicy food, you can put a few dried chilies in it when cooking.” Sun Sijun, who was sitting on a double sofa and packing diapers, looked up.

"Grandma Sun, can you braise it?" Yu Jingyan's eyes lit up.

"Yes! This is what I am best at. We have a lot of eggs at home, so I'll braise some. You can bring some back later for your grandfather to try." Sun Sijun put the folded diapers into the baby's room and hurried back.

Old Master Zhao took a sip of tea and smiled at his wife who was a talkative wife. It was not until Sun Sijun's back disappeared at the gate of the courtyard that he turned his head to look at Yu Jingyan who was teasing the little guy with his head down.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

"Bang!" The sound of an iron box falling to the ground was heard.

The two people in the living room subconsciously turned their heads to look inside the house.

"Sister-in-law, are you okay?" Yu Jingyan asked.

"It's okay, the biscuit box fell down." Shen Zhihuan bent down and picked up the box. Just as she was about to put it back, she suddenly felt something was wrong. After eating the biscuits, she threw the box away immediately. She would not keep it to take up space and collect dust.

She weighed the box and felt it was empty.

If you shake it, there will be a noise, which means there is something inside.

For some reason, she subconsciously rejected this box.

It's like what you're holding in your hand is not a cookie box, but a Pandora's box.

She hesitated for a while, but finally unscrewed the lid of the biscuit box.

Passbook, letter...

Shen Zhihuan didn't look at the passbook, but picked up the letter first.

Written by Shen Zhihuan himself.

It’s Su Ziyu’s name.

Shen Zhihuan felt inexplicably panicked.

She placed the biscuit box on the low cabinet beside her and took out the letter paper inside.

Not much, just one piece, which was the letterhead she used to write manuscripts on a daily basis.

When you see this letter...

Five hundred words in total.

After reading it quickly, Shen Zhihuan laughed angrily.

This time, the mission is to marry another woman. She won't be back for a while, so let her find another one...

The son is left to his parents and brother and sister-in-law. They will take good care of him and tell her not to worry...

Give her the money and the baby to the Su family, so that she won't be delayed from remarrying...

Picking up the passbook and taking another look at it, Shen Zhihuan's smile became even brighter.

I originally thought he was just a poor soldier, but I didn't expect he was such a big shot.

Good!

Shen Zhihuan threw the passbook into the resort and didn't even clean up the house.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

I opened the closet and prepared to pack my luggage...

The son was conceived by her and born by her, why should she give him to the Su family? !

As for the money, she would regard it as his "legacy" to her and their son.

He is a scumbag, but money is not a scumbag, so why should she go against money?

With that kind of money, what kind of eight-pack abs can't she find?!

But when her hands touched the clothes, tears began to flow from her eyes...

She curled up on the edge of the bed, her body shaking uncontrollably, tears wet her cheeks, one tear after another silently sliding down. She seemed to be trying hard to control herself, but the sadness seemed to have enveloped her entire body and she couldn't get rid of it.

Su Ziyu, you bastard...

You must come back alive! Come back and see how I deal with you!

She raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face, closed the closet door, put the letter and passbook back into the biscuit box, and put the biscuit box back to its original place.

Not knowing what he was thinking of, Shen Zhihuan took out the passbook again.

She was really curious...

I wonder what the expression on that bastard's face would be when he found out that the letter was there but the passbook was gone? Panic, regret, annoyance...

Give yourself a few more slaps.

Tsk tsk!

Just thinking about it makes me feel satisfied! Shen Zhihuan picked up the fallen rag and started working again.

In the living room, an old man and a young boy were still teasing the little guy.

The little fellow responded with “babbling”.

I don’t know if he was shy or afraid, but Zhang Xiaoming kept hiding at the door of the living room and didn’t dare to go into the house.

Seeing that he was staring at the little guy, Mr. Zhao waved at him.

Zhang Xiaoming grabbed the corner of his clothes and was silent for a while before moving forward one step at a time.

Mr. Zhao didn't urge him, he just watched with a smile.

When he came over, Mr. Zhao grabbed a handful of candies from the candy box on the coffee table and stuffed them into his pocket.

Zhang Xiaoming stood there stiffly, and after a long while he finally said, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome!" Mr. Zhao smiled and rubbed his head.

Seeing that he kept stealing glances at the little one babbling in Yu Jingyan's arms, Mr. Zhao smiled.

"You like little brothers?"

Zhang Xiaoming nodded hurriedly.

"He's still too young. When he's older and can run around like you, he can play with you." Old Master Zhao said softly. (End of this chapter)