Until the night, before the three children went to bed, Li Qiaomu, who was a mother, looked for her second son again and confirmed the matter with him again and again.

Lu Shuliang called the next day and asked them to prepare, and three days later he picked up Xiaoyu and left the house.

After Li Qiaomu received this call, he began to be reluctant to give up his second son.

In the past, the second son was the most naughty and least worry-free in the family, and he was also the kind of person who hated dogs at home.

Now that she knew that this naughty son was leaving home, and that it would take an estimated year to see her after this departure, she felt a little reluctant in her heart.

During the meal, Li Qiaomu reluctantly put a chicken leg in the bowl of his second son who was about to leave home, and his tone was also rare and gentle, "Good, eat more, tell your mother what you want to eat, and your mother will make it for you." ”

Jian Qingyu looked at the sudden extra chicken leg in his bowl, and then raised his eyes at his mother who was holding the chicken leg for himself, feeling that today's mother was more gentle to him than before, and the gentleness made him think that his mother had changed it.

"Mom, I know you are reluctant to me, but can we not be so gentle, you suddenly Song Zi is so gentle with me, I really can't stand it, I still like you to be fierce to me." Jian Qingyu bit her chopsticks and said with a scared face.

I was reluctant to give up on this son in my heart, but when I suddenly heard his unappreciative words, Li Qiaomu's face immediately lengthened, and he raised his hand to set it on the top of his head, "What do you say, stinky boy, why am I not used to being so gentle with you, I think you just owe a beating, don't you?" ”

"Yes, yes, is this the mother I know, Mom, I know you can't bear me, but we really don't have to be so gentle, you still treat me the same as before, so I'm more used to it." Jian Qingyu touched the top of her beaten head and said with a smile.

Li Qiaomu was angry, and turned his head to complain to Jian Haotian who was sitting next to him, "Jian Haotian, look at your son, you don't care about him, he is about to anger your daughter-in-law to death, let me tell you, if I am angry to death, you will have no daughter-in-law." ”

Jian Haotian smiled and quickly reached out and patted her on the back gently, and said comfortingly, "Good, don't be angry, I will definitely clean him up, don't worry." ”

Although this son doesn't accept his love, Li Qiaomu still wants to hurt this son in the past few days.

For the next two or three days, she put everything on her hands, and she wanted to leave all these few days to her youngest son.

Because they don't know what province they are going to study where the project will stay, and they don't know if the weather is hot or cold there.

After thinking about it, Li Qiaomu decided to make a summer and winter clothes for his youngest son.

For this matter, she also specially found a master who specializes in making clothes and studied for a long time.

When he went to bed at night, Jian Haotian found that his daughter-in-law didn't read anymore, but was sewing and mending clothes on her hands.

Looking at the color of the clothes, which was the color he liked, he walked over with a happy face, "Daughter-in-law, are you making this dress for me?" ”

Li Qiaomu glanced at him, "You think too much, you usually wear your work clothes, where do you need other clothes, I made these clothes for Xiaoyu, look at what I do?" ”

(End of chapter)