"In a few days, your brother Haojie will be back, go to sleep," Ai Zhiyin coaxed.

Han Haojie let out a milky "um", rolled over from Ai Zhiyin's arms, and obediently climbed into the quilt.

He looks very much like Han Ji, especially his dark eyes, his black eyes are like two black beans, his eyes are blinking, looking at his parents beside the bed.

This is a rare situation where his parents are by Han Haoxuan's side, so he can't help but want to take a few more looks, and he is reluctant to sleep at all.

Ai Zhiyin gently stroked Han Haoxuan's forehead and asked gently, "Not sleeping?" Why are your eyes still open? ”

Han Haoxuan: "Dad is here." ”

He didn't explain it too clearly, but Ai Zhiyin still understood what Han Haoxuan meant.

With Han Ji here, Han Haoxuan is not used to sleeping.

"You go out," Ai Zhiyin said as he turned to Han Ji.

Han Ji was stunned for a moment.

I probably didn't expect that my son was sleeping, and I couldn't watch from the side.

He didn't say anything, just pulled the corners of his lips awkwardly and walked out the door.

Wait for Han Ji to leave.

Han Haoxuan looked at Ai Zhiyin, "Mom, why is Dad here?" ”

The implication was that Han Ji's appearance before he went to bed was something that Han Haoxuan couldn't understand.

"Because he's a father," Ai said.

Han Haoxuan: "Why wasn't Dad there before?" ”

Ai Zhiyin couldn't explain for a while, so he could only smile and say: "Didn't you say it, Dad is too busy with work." ”

Han Haoxuan nodded as if he understood or not.

"Can you fall asleep?" Ai Zhiyin asked.

"Can't sleep." Han Haoxuan said.

"Tell you a story?"

"Don't," Han Haoxuan said, "I want to hear my mother sing." ”

"What do you want to hear?"

"Mom sings everything well."

Ai Zhiyin smiled contentedly, Han Haoxuan was really a little angel.

Ai Zhiyin casually picked a Russian country tune and sang it in a slow and soft voice.

For a child of Han Haoxuan's age, the lullaby is already too pediatric, and Han Haoxuan is tired of hearing it.

Ai Zhiyin's mother was born in an artistic family, and Ai Zhiyin has also been carefully cultivated by her mother since she was a child, and singing is not just ordinary singing.

She has won awards in China before.

Han Haoxuan listened to the unfamiliar words and beautiful tunes, and instantly felt comfortable, who doesn't like a good voice.

Not to mention his mother.

Finish singing a song.

Han Haoxuan took Ai Zhiyin's hand and said with a smile; "Mom, I love you."

"I love you too, kid," Ai Zhiyin leaned over and imprinted a kiss on Han Haoxuan's forehead.

"I'm sleepy," Han Haoxuan said, "I might be able to fall asleep after a while, and my mother should go to sleep too." ”

"Well," Ai Zhiyin said, "Mom still has some things to do, you can sleep by yourself." I had a nightmare just now, are you still scared? ”

Han Haoxuan nodded.

Ai Zhiyin, "Mom asked Sister Chunxiao to come over to accompany you?" I still have something to do, so I won't put you to sleep today, okay? ”

Han Haoxuan: "Hmm. ”

Ai Zhiyin smiled: "That's good." ”

I have to say that Han Haoxuan is really easy to bring, and he hasn't caused much trouble to Ai Zhiyin.

Such an obedient child, even Han Hongde said that he was not like a child of the Han family.

Han Hongde said that Han Ji's brothers are not well-behaved at all, they always cause trouble, and they always cause trouble in groups of brothers.

About everything Han Ji had before, Ai Zhiyin had heard it from other people's mouths.

The two don't communicate much, and the few "exchanges" are mostly in bed.

Han Ji is a gentle person, everywhere, and always with a smile, he doesn't quarrel with people, although he rarely goes home, he always gives her a bouquet of flowers every time he comes back.

Family background, appearance, personality, almost perfect man, who can not feel suitable for being a husband.

Ai Zhiyin is no exception.

Regarding the marriage with the Han family back then, Ai Zhiyin also considered it rationally, she didn't have anyone she liked, so she married if the conditions were right.

Han Chi or Han Ji, it doesn't matter.

It makes no difference to her, they are all sons of the Han family, and they have no feelings.

She is not stupid enough to live with people who are not familiar with each other and have no feelings.

People must know contentment, you can't be too greedy, take a fancy to the other party's family background, possess the marriage with the other party, and want the other party to love you to death.

Ai Zhiyin did not.

So she has always been very restrained.

Coming out of Han Haoxuan's room, raising his eyes and seeing the person standing at the door, Ai Zhiyin suddenly froze.

"Why are you—still here?"

Han Ji smiled softly, "Haoxuan is asleep?" ”

"Hmm."

Ai Zhiyin was a little embarrassed.

"If it's okay......"

"You Sing ......"

The two of them suddenly spoke at the same time.

Ai Zhiyin wanted to say that if he was fine, she still had something.

Han Ji said something she didn't understand.

Ai Zhiyin: "What do you want to say?" ”

Han Ji: "It's okay, I just want to say, you sing very well." ”

Ai Zhiyin curled his lips slightly, "I learned it before." It's too late, let's rest. ”

She didn't greet Han Ji again, and bypassed Han Ji to prepare to go downstairs.

Behind him, Han Ji suddenly asked, "You don't rest?" ”

Ai Zhiyin turned around, "The kitchen hasn't been cleaned up yet." ”

After that, he hurried downstairs.

She is also responsible for the aftermath of this kind of aftermath work.

Although she doesn't have to do it herself, she has to guide people on how to deal with leftover meals, garbage sorting, and breakfast the next day.

Especially if you don't drink alcohol tonight, it's especially important to have breakfast the next day.

The problem of feeding twenty people is not a small project.

She has to remember everyone's likes and dislikes so that she can prepare in advance.

For example, in order to ensure that the beans can be softer and the porridge can be more flavorful, the mung beans need to be soaked in advance.

Although the task of watching Zhang Luo's family eat is also quite heavy, fortunately, the aunts have already finished most of it.

Ai Zhiyin used his mobile phone to remember what he wanted to do, and then sent it to the hired housekeeper at home.

She thought that it was too late, and even if she got up early tomorrow morning, the mung beans would not be able to be soaked, so she did it herself.

As she rummaged through the kitchen for mung beans, she saw a figure suddenly appear.

Almost scared her.

"Why did you come down again?" Ai Zhiyin's heart is still pounding.

Han Ji: "What are you doing?" Why don't you let Sister-in-law Liu do it? ”

Ai Zhiyin: "At night, Sister-in-law Liu also needs to rest, and she has to get up early tomorrow morning." ”

Han Ji didn't say anything more.

Silent for a moment.

"Want help?"

"No," Ai Zhiyin: "It'll be right away." ”

She took some mung beans out of the bag, poured them into a small basin, and took the water again.

After that, I turned on the kitchen faucet and washed my hands briefly.

"I'm fine," Ai Zhiyin said hello, bypassing Han Ji and going upstairs.

Han Ji stood in place a little embarrassed for a while, and also went upstairs.

The room for two on this side is the largest bedroom on the third floor, and the bedroom also has a bathroom and cloakroom.

They moved in after they got married.

The room where Han Ji used to live was the room where Han Haoxuan slept now, and it was also on the third floor, but it was the innermost one on the third floor.