Chapter 887: Are There Any Guests?

A children's playground in Mingcheng. It is very lively here on weekends, with a huge crowd of people.

Almost every playground is full of children and parents.

He Xiyan took Yuanyuan to a bumper car.

Yuanyuan was very excited, and she was laughing excitedly, holding the steering wheel tightly in front of her.

"Mom, let's go bump into them." Yuanyuan kept turning the steering wheel in his hand, bumping one car after another, and he excitedly said "ah" twice every time he bumped into one.

This is the fifth project that He Xiyan has been playing with her child. When this little guy plays, he is simply going to turn the world upside down, tireless, and completely unable to resist his usual image of a good baby.

After a while, the music stopped, He Xiyan got out of the bumper car, and then reached out to pull Yuanyuan.

Yuanyuan acted coquettishly, "Mom, let's play again, okay, just once." Yuanyuan raised an index finger and said aggrievedly.

He Xiyan directly carried Yuanyuan out. If they continued to play, it would be dark.

"Yuanyuan, we are going back." He Xiyan took Yuanyuan to the gate of the amusement park.

She took a breath, her face was a little tired. She didn't sleep well these days, and she didn't have much appetite, so she was naturally not in a good mood. Today, she really reluctantly took the child out to play.

Yuanyuan saw that her mother seemed very tired, so she didn't clamor to continue playing, but just kept looking back, looking reluctant to leave.

It was already late in the evening when she got home.

He Xiyan took out the key to open the door of the house, and soon, she smelled a fragrance, the smell of vegetables, which should be the smell of beef.

He Xiyan looked at the shoe cabinet and found a pair of familiar boots there.

It was Jiahang who came back.

He actually came back a day earlier.

Yuanyuan was already growling with hunger. After changing his shoes, he ran into the house to drink water, and then ate a small cake on the table.

He Xiyan walked to the kitchen and saw Chen Jiahang cooking. Jiahang skillfully stir-fried the beef in the pot, and then shook the pot several times. Soon, a bowl of stir-fried beef was ready.

He Xiyan stood at the door and watched. Seeing her familiar figure, she pursed her lips and suddenly some tears flashed in her eyes.

"Jiahang..." she called out.

Chen Jiahang turned around and saw He Xiyan with a faint smile on his face. He took the stir-fried dishes in his hands and walked towards the dining room.

"Yanyan, you must be hungry. Come and eat." Chen Jiahang put the dishes on the table and served He Xiyan a bowl of rice.

He Xiyan went to the cupboard to get a pair of chopsticks and a bowl.

"What's wrong? Are there any guests?" Chen Jiahang was puzzled. He had just come back for a while and went to the kitchen to cook.

He Xiyan shook her head, and at this time, Yuanyuan came out of the bathroom and wiped her hands with a small towel.

Chen Jiahang suddenly frowned and looked at the small figure not far away.

It was that child, Yuanyuan.

Yuanyuan turned around and looked at his mother and the uncle who couldn't talk. He blinked his shiny black eyes, grinned, and called out sweetly:

"Uncle Chen..."

Chen Jiahang paused for two seconds as if he didn't react. After a while, he curved his mouth and smiled faintly.

"Yuanyuan, it's time to eat." Chen Jiahang said lightly.