Feeling his daughter's comfort, Yan Jun came back to his senses and smiled palely, "Daddy is fine." ”

After that, he hugged the little puff and walked away quickly.

Looking at the backs of Yan Jun's father and daughter leaving, Wang Mang only let out a long sigh.

"Things are always unsatisfactory......," Wang Mang suddenly remembered something, and shouted loudly, "No! Since Zhao Chongbin and the pig-faced man are in the same group, he must know where his sister-in-law is now! Ershao, why aren't you in a hurry at all? ”

…… The answer to Wang Mang was naturally the dead silence of the room.

How would he know that Yan Jun already knew Xia Jinqi's exact location at this moment, otherwise he would definitely stay in the office at all times, refusing to leave a single step, and refusing to eat a mouthful of food.

Back at the town hall, it was already half an hour later.

As soon as she put the little puff to sleep and put her in the crib that was temporarily delivered, the secretary walked in with the phone and whispered, "Speaker, the president of the neighboring country is calling." ”

Hearing this, Yan Jun got up, took the phone, and walked out as he spoke, "Hello, I'm Yan Jun." Well, there's something I'd like to hear from you......"

The voice as cool as water was isolated from the door, and the little people in the house were sleeping comfortably.

Also taking a nap at the moment is Yan Yuhan, who was taken away by a fisherman couple.

At the foot of a remote mountain lives an ordinary family of fishermen who are almost isolated from the rest of the world.

There are several shelves in the stone yard.

Half of the shelves are hung with freshly caught fish, and half of the shelves are stocked with frozen radishes that have been made last week.

On the same stone fence is a dustpan containing several pieces of chopped tofu. After being placed outdoors for a long time, it has become a pure natural frozen tofu.

Behind the courtyard was a dilapidated thatched house, the door of which was a broken wooden plank.

Only then the plank was pushed, "Squeak! With a bang, a little boy of six or seven years old came out from behind the plank, wrapped in a thick bag, and rushed into the yard to get a fish and a dustpan of frozen tofu, and quickly returned to the house.

After another "squeak", the door was slammed shut.

The weather at the foot of the mountain is not warmer than in the city, and the conditions are relatively backward, so the warmth basically depends on the burning of the kang, and there is nothing else.

In the room with four walls of the house, the woman sat on the kang with a newborn girl baby, Yan Yuhan fell asleep next to the woman, and a boy about three years old was surrounded by the kang, holding a frozen radish strip in his hand, gnawing on it, and refusing to let go of the frozen mouth.

As soon as the boy with the fish entered the house, the woman on the kang shouted, "Big tree, stew the fish and tofu, and your father will be back in a moment!" ”

The boy quickly gathered his hands and feet around the stove in the house and began to cook, without complaining, and his movements were very skillful.

The children of poor families have long been in charge, and he is the eldest child in the family, don't look at the appearance of only six or seven years old, he can cook and do everything.

I don't know if it's because the woman's voice is too loud, or if the fire in the house is too dry, Yan Yuhan frowned and snorted uncomfortably.

The woman hurriedly put down the little daughter in her arms, hugged Yan Yuhan in her arms and coaxed softly, "Good doll, good baby, sleep ...... obediently"

What he was talking about was the little tune of the women in the village coaxing the children, the tone was very light, and the woman's voice was good, Yan Yuhan's frowning little brows slowly relaxed, and he continued to sleep.