Vol 2 Chapter 4961:

Chapter 4961
The two met each other for the first time in a quiet room, holding hands, pillowing shoulders, putting a small alarm clock on the desk, the two sitting on the bed whispered, waiting for the New Year.
In Jingli, Xiajia’s old house is full of enthusiasm. Even the old man and the old lady are very spirited. They sit in the thick chair of the Taishi chair, smiling and watching the younger generations.
This summer, Ivy and Hou Han returned to the old house for the New Year, along with a pair of twins who could run around the yard faster than rabbits.
Hou Han, who washes his hands in the golden basin, can’t see the suffocation on the mixed road that year. Every night, except for socializing, he will return home later. The rest of the time will come back early to accompany his wife and children.
In his words, his unfamily orphan has never had a home, and now he has a home, and he will be thundered by the blessings.
Outside is a world of flowers and flowers, Hou Yi, who is worth billions of dollars, has swam in the world of flowers and flowers early, tired and tired, and finally knows how to return home.
After waiting for his ten years, Xia Yiwei finally dared to whistle to her when she was a teenager, and she was bold enough to chase her wanderer and hope to return home.
Although tired, resentful, and even about to give up, it is too much to tie up when I was young. Even if I am tired and then blame each other, I can’t live without each other. Now the family of four lives a happy and happy life, and both husband and wife are especially cherished. I didn’t even have a mouthful.
Suddenly there was a cry from the outside of the child. The Hou Han, who had been talking with the uncle for the past second, changed his face and said "sorry" and quickly got up and ran to the yard.
On the other hand, the big aunt told Xia Yiwei: "The big treasure is crying outside, it is Xiaobao and bullying the big treasure. You, go see."
The aunt is still holding a baby in her hand. The oldest son of Xia Yuxi in the family is the son of Xia Yiwei’s brother, who is just one year old. He is still a strolling, unstable baby.
The baby baby has already fallen asleep, and she is comfortably seated in the arms of her grandmother. The little mouth is muttering from time to time. The pink and pink face is clear and beautiful, especially the eyelashes, the roots are thick and curled, it is very beautiful. Little boy.
Big aunt holding one in her hand, naturally inconvenient to take care of another, see the prostitute Xia Yiwei did not start, thought that did not hear, they smiled and reminded.
Xia Yiwei, who was blinded by the eyes, smiled and said: "Without me, Hou Han will take care of you."
Although the summer home of the Chinese New Year is lively, the old couple Xia Yuqi and his wife did not return home due to work problems. They only sent the baby baby back to the old house. The third child was also absent from Xia, and the daughter-in-law returned to the old with her six-year-old son. House, plus the old six summer and today, this year's Xiajia old house is missing four people.
Wen Yan, the aunt laughed, very elegant, even a slight smile, they all showed a dignified temperament, "You, hard work, or good, it is time for them to take care of the children, the children are much closer to Dad, do things later It will be more powerful."
Xia Yiwei put the black hair before the forehead to the ear, showing a soft smile. "You can rest assured that since you were born with Dabao and Xiaobao, Hou Yu hated not to accompany the two children at home every day. Sometimes I am worried. Push him out to work."
"They are all in their forties, and they can play with them when they play with them. Sometimes I think I have another child at home."
Speaking of the boss Xia Lingqi, the second wife Xia Yiting's daughter-in-law have laughed a little, the little aunt's mouth is abandoning, but the face, ah, there is disgust, only satisfied.
Hard work, the front is not a bit of bitterness, or the family, not afraid to say the bitterness, today's sweetness is to make up for the bitterness of the year.
(End of this chapter)