Chapter 890

Warlord's wheelchair stopped under the tower, and he just meditated for a moment, then turned around and walked back.

Ye Feng was surprised, "President, aren't you going to visit the old lady?" ”

Zhan Hanjue said: "No, when I finish dealing with the things at hand, I will move back to Tourmaline to live." ”

......

Yan Zhengling received a text message from Zhan Hanjue: "Come to the Calendar Garden." ”

is a simple sentence, but it makes Yan Zhengling want to be dirty.

He needs her to solve his psychological needs, right?

When Yan Zhengling hesitated how to reply to the text message, Han Bao suddenly ran in, smashed into Mommy's arms, and said coquettishly: "Mommy, Uncle has booked a plane at one o'clock today, and we are leaving Yancheng." Mommy, I'm going to miss you. ”

"Hmm." Han Bao nodded.

Yan Zheng hurriedly walked in and urged: "Hanbao, it's too late, let's go." ”

Yan Zhengling stood up and sent Han Bao downstairs.

Yan Zhengling hugged Han Bao and smiled gently, "Son, Mommy can't go with you to the competition." But Mommy believes in you, you have never let Mommy down, you are the best. ”

Han Bao's peach blossom eyes bloomed with confidence, "Hmm." Mommy, I won't let you down. I will defeat all opponents. Let them all submit to me. ”

"Winning or losing matters. But your life is more important. Remember Mommy's words. ”

"Mommy." Han Bao's tears burst out of his eyes in an instant.

Yan Zheng hugged Han Bao tighter.

It wasn't until the Yan family's compound was thrown far behind that Han Bao sat down obediently.

Yan Zheng hugged Hanbao and got into the car.

I was reluctant to put Hanbao down.

Hanbao lay on the back of the seat in the back of the car, and saw Mommy stuck there like a stump, and the wind couldn't blow.

"Hmm." Yan Zheng bit his lip. Gaze said.

Han Bao heard that his voice was a little abnormal, and turned his head to look at him, "Uncle." Are you crying? ”

"I didn't cry." Yan Zheng said.

"Uncle, I forgot to say goodbye to Tong Bao."

Yan Zheng slightly, "Then you...... Do you want to go back and say goodbye to her? ”

Hanbao shook his head, "Forget it, Mommy was crying when I left." I'll go back and mess with Mommy what to do! Anyway, the game was over quickly. I can meet Tong Bao. ”

Han Bao sighed, "Every time my dad thinks about Mommy, that face is like coming out of an ice cellar, and it's so cold that it snows in June. We didn't dare talk to him. And you cry when you think about your daughter-in-law. ”

Han Bao shook his head, "It's terrible to get married. I don't want to be swoony and lose myself when I grow up. ”

Yan Zheng suddenly felt that this was a very bad start. So he persuaded Han Bao bitterly, "It's good to get married, someone warms the bed when it's cold." ”

Han Bao handed his head in front of him, and the eyes of the two little milk dogs stared at Yan Zheng deadly.

"You're crying."

Yan Zheng wiped his tears casually, "Crying is crying, I can't bear my daughter-in-law." ”

"Isn't it better to turn on the electric blanket if you want, turn it off when you want." Han Bao pouted.

Yan Zheng said: "......"