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Chapter 1959

Yuan Qingling hugged her from behind, put his hands around her waist, and couldn't help but shed tears, "Mom, I'm sorry."

Yuan's mother could no longer suppress the pretense of falling apart. The moment her tears fell, she turned around and hugged her. A sob escaped from her lips, and she said in a burning and vague way: "I miss my mom so much, I miss my mom so much."

Yuan Qingling felt a sharp pain in her heart. Her mother's words were like a knife stabbing into her heart. As a parent, she only knows this kind of heart-piercing pain when parting from life or death. In the past four years, homesickness and homesickness have been everywhere.

The depression completely collapsed in my mother's tears.

Yu Wenhao stood up cautiously and wanted to say hello to his father-in-law, but when he heard heart-wrenching crying coming from inside, he ran in with a quick stride. Seeing the mother and daughter crying uncontrollably, he slowly

Withdrew.

When he turned around, he saw the deep pain in his father-in-law's eyes. If he had no feelings for this family before, but now these people have settled in his heart emotionally. When he opened his mouth, he felt as if his throat was blocked by cotton balls, and his voice

Hoarse and choked with sobs, he cupped his hands and bowed down, "My son-in-law pays homage to my father-in-law!"

Professor Yuan looked at him and couldn't hold back his tears. This young man had supported his daughter in everything in a foreign land and time. He was grateful to him. He held Yu Wenhao's hand and sighed deeply, "Thank you.

Come back."

Brother Yuan came over to persuade them to leave, and the dim sum people also ran in and hugged grandma. Mother Yuan looked at the real triplets, crying and laughing with joy, and then hurriedly went to see Erbao. Erbao was the calmest one in the room.

Until now, whether you cry or laugh, it seems that it has nothing to do with them.

Brother Yuan, everyone was so excited that he stopped cooking. He ordered takeout and asked everyone to sit down and talk.

Yu Wenhao took out the gifts he had received from the Queen Mother and distributed them one by one, feeling a little guilty and ashamed, "Because I knew that by the time I could come back, it would be too late to buy gifts, so I could only simply pick some existing ones.

I hope you don’t dislike it.”

Mother Yuan looked at him softly, "I like everything you gave me."

I thought it was not something expensive, but when I opened it, I found that each item was of astonishing value. Mother Yuan's eyes widened, "This...how much money does this cost?"

"It doesn't cost anything." Yu Wenhao murmured and handed the sword to Brother Yuan, "Yuan said that your sword skills are exquisite, but he couldn't find the sword, so he could only bring you a sword."

Brother Yuan was really happy. After thanking him, he took it with an open sword and sighed: "It's amazing. You can't buy this sword even if you have money. Brother-in-law, your thoughts are too good for me."

Which young man has never dreamed of martial arts? He really liked it.

Seeing that everyone really liked it, Yu Wenhao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was not too rude.

He suddenly remembered something and said to Yuan Qing in astonishment: "Yuan, I didn't bring the wet nurse. What will happen to the second treasure?"

Yuan's mother's eyes were still very red and swollen, but she said with a smile: "Don't worry, there is milk powder, let Erbao drink the milk powder first."

Brother Yuan held Ding Ding Erbao in his arms and teased him for a while, then raised his head and asked Yuan Qingling, "Sister, how long can you stay here?"

Professor Yuan and Mother Yuan didn't dare to ask about this, and Yuan Qingling didn't dare to mention it first. Suddenly, when brother Yuan asked, everyone was silent for a moment, and their expressions changed slightly.

Yu Wenhao also noticed that the atmosphere was not good, but he always had to say this, so he said: "Three days, we have to leave in three days."

"It's only been three days!" Yuan's mother murmured, her eyes turning red again. She steeled herself, forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and held Yuan Qingling's hand, "Three days is fine, mother doesn't expect too much."
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