On the way back, He Hanzhu was in a little depressed.

She had been there for more than half a year, and her son missed her very much. He was so excited that he told him that his mother could come back to celebrate his birthday, so he jumped up. He had been waiting for it for so long. Now if he suddenly told him that his mother would have to go back later and that he would not be able to catch up with his birthday, he would not know how sad he would be.

As for the reason for her late return, I can only say that it is a coincidence. The boat she returned to was stopped by an island country near the Nanyang Strait. The Queen Mother was seriously ill. The king heard that she was on this boat and was waiting for medical treatment in the port. She got off the boat and diagnosed that she was suspected of being infected with a virus. Moreover, this virus was not only very contagious, but also had a certain incubation period. After inquiring, it was indeed learned that a considerable number of people in the area had diseases similar to the Queen Mother. Among them, many overseas Chinese who traveled across the ocean to make a living for various reasons in the early years, immediately let the ship leave the port quickly, and all those who had already left the ship and could not return to the ship, including herself.

When she got off the boat, Helanxue and Ye Xianqi stayed on the boat because of something else. In this way, they were forced to go on the road first, and she was temporarily stuck in the area.

When she went abroad, Ding Chunshan and she walked with her and got off the boat, and the same was true. He Hanzhu quickly received the news, extremely anxious and worried about her safety. Although he wanted to fly away immediately, it was beyond the reach of the whip. He knew very well that in that kind of place, Fu Mingcheng's network of relationships would be more direct than himself. He immediately found Fu Mingcheng and asked him to help protect her. Last week, he learned about the progress of the situation. The local infectious diseases had been effectively controlled, and she was safe and sound. He was waiting for the next ship that was about to dock, and then he took it on and continued on his return journey.

Today he received the exact latest news, counting the day, no matter what, she couldn't return before her son's birthday.

The car stopped, and He Hanzhu immediately opened the door and got out of the car without waiting for the driver to open the door. The doorman had already opened the door to greet him. He walked in and rushed inside. When the manager and the old lady saw him return, they came to greet him one after another. He asked why he had returned earlier than usual today. He walked to the hall and asked his son. He was told that Honglian had just taken him back to the room, so he continued to go in. When he arrived outside his son's room, he had not yet entered, and heard Honglian's muttering voices: "...Your pants at the beginning of the year are now short. This set of clothes was just delivered by the tailor just a few days ago. It is rare to have dinner with your father. Are you going to wear them tonight, or will you wear them until your mother and aunt come back?"

"Wait until my mother and aunt come back to wear it." My son's tender voice came.

He Hanzhu stopped and looked in through the half-open door. He saw a small suit on the bed, with Honglian and the girl busying themselves.

"Okay, okay... Then let's wait for your mother and the others to come back to wear it. Oh, your mother came back in two days and saw it. She was so happy when she was not at home. She actually pulled up so much in a flash. She didn't know how happy she would be!"

Honglian asked the girl to put away her new clothes and put on her original clothes, and continued to mutter.

He Mingen broke free from Honglian's hand.

"Careful, come on, my aunt dresses you-"

"I can wear clothes myself, auntie. My mother said she would do her own things. And—"

A hint of shame appeared on He Mingen's little face, "Auntie, don't tell me to be careful anymore, okay? My father called me Mingen, and my mother called me Xiaoen."

"Nonsense! You are still so young, how can you do things by yourself? Your mother is wrong. When she comes back, my aunt will tell her! You are obedient and don't move! Also, you are so kind of care, why can't you scream?"

He Mingen struggled with his arms and legs a few times, but the protest was ineffective. In the end, he was still held down by Honglian as usual. Finally, he finally got relieved. He ran towards a wall beside the bed, ran to the front, raised one hand to the top of his head, carefully moved over, compared it with the position where he made several marks on his head, then turned his head and smiled brightly: "Really! I have grown taller again! I remember my mother's words and I have had a good meal-"

When he saw his father standing outside the door, his smile suddenly subsided, he called "Dad", then closed his mouth and looked at He Hanzhu silently.

He Hanzhu walked in with a smile and waved to him: "Is that so? He seems to be a little taller, but I don't know if he has grown fat. Come here, my father hug him and he will sink to the bottom."

He Mingen seemed unwilling to do so. Although he leaned against him according to his father's words, he was slow to go.

"Son-in-law, why did you come back so early today?" Honglian was a little surprised.

"Didn't you agree to have dinner with Ming'en? It's just right, so I'll go back early." He Hanzhu glanced at his son and said.

"That's great. The dinner is almost ready. If you're hungry, you can eat breakfast."

"I'm not hungry, follow Ming'en." He Hanzhu looked at his son who had not yet walked up to him for a long time. Honglian happily told him what the young master had said so much.

"Our young master is so smart! He has a good memory! He can say such a bunch of difficult words clearly! I think he doesn't know how to speak well as he does!" Honglian kept praising her vigorously.

He Hanzhu had very limited time to meet his son during the day, but at night, when he returned home, his son was often asleep. The impression his son gave him was obedient and quiet. Apart from the rush of being a father at the beginning, his son had almost nothing to worry about since he was born. When he was determined to speak, he was completely relieved. Sometimes Su Xuezhi felt that his son's desire to express himself was not as good as that of children of the same age, and he was quite worried. He didn't agree with it, saying that he could just let it go. He also said that he didn't like to talk when he was a child, and his son just let him go.

His son, who is usually "loving his words like gold" on weekdays, is so unusual today. He Hanzhu thought about the scene when he said he would leave his new clothes for his mother to wear them on her birthday. He probably hoped that the day was so great that he couldn't help but feel more and more upset, but he smiled and said, "Is that so? Then tell me."

Seeing that his father's attention turned and no longer wanted to hug him, He Mingen breathed a sigh of relief and immediately stopped in front of the man who was the tallest in the world in his eyes. His two little hands were hanging down sideways and drooped straight. His eyes looked at the corner of his clothes and said in a tone of memorization: "The San Gong said, there is no water ghost in the water, and the sound was emitted by the vortex in the water." After that, he closed his mouth again.

"It's not like this! Young Master, you obviously didn't say that just now! Hurry up, hurry up, just as you said just now, and tell it again to your father!"

When Honglian heard this, she became anxious and hurriedly reminded her, and then asked the girl and Lao Li to testify to her to prove that the young master had really said a long sentence just now, and it was definitely not her exaggerating it.

The old mother and the little girl nodded repeatedly, trying their best to prove it. He Mingen quietly glanced at his father. Although he had a smile on his face and his eyes were also looking at him, but with the child's natural sensitivity, he felt that what his father said to him was not really interested.

No matter how Honglian urged him, He Mingen stopped talking and stood still.

Seeing that He Hanzhu didn't say anything about his son, and because he had something to do, he stopped forcing him. He reached out and touched his furry head to show his reward for his performance today.

Honglian was extremely regretful. She felt distressed for a few seconds for my son-in-law to not be able to listen to the young master saying so much, and then said, "Son-in-law, have you received news from our lady recently? The young master is looking forward to his mother coming back to celebrate his birthday every day! And his sister-in-law and uncle. Speaking of which, I haven't seen our cousin for so many years. When he comes back, don't recognize me!"

While she was sighing, He Mingen kept looking at his father quietly through two rows of long eyelashes. He Hanzhu did not answer immediately, looked at his son, met his gaze, and asked him if he was hungry and had dinner together.

At the dining table, father and son sat opposite each other, one big and one small. He Hanzhu sat upright in front of his son.

His grandfather valued teaching by example and practice, and he educated him like this when he was young. He dared not boast about how outstanding he was, but if he had to say that he was not as good as the top in all aspects, he should not speak nonsense. Now it is my turn to be my son, so he naturally wanted to perform best in front of his son and did not dare to be too casual.

He Mingen sat on a high-legged chair specially made by Su Xuezhi, and naturally, his body was also straight. The chair between the two was Su Xuezhi, and it was now empty.

The father and son had a serious supper together, so the chef naturally tried his best to do it. The table was filled with vegetables. He Hanzhu served a bowl of rice for his son and put it in front of him. He Mingen took it with both hands and thanked him.

The dining table was silent, with only the slight sound of spoons and plates accidentally bumping into each other. He Hanzhu was a little ignorant of the taste, so he ate a bowl and put down the chopsticks. He Mingen glanced at his bowl, and quickly finished the rice in his bowl in a few bites. He also wanted to put the chopsticks, but He Hanzhu stopped him.

He served some more rice for his son and asked him to eat more. "Eat slowly, you don't have to hurry up. Dad is fine at night. If you don't go out, I'll be with you."

After he finished speaking in a warm voice, he also grabbed a chicken leg that he liked to eat into his son's bowl. He Mingen lowered his head and started eating again.

He Hanzhu kept looking at his son. When he finished eating again, he asked him if he wanted it. He shook his head and said he was full. He Hanzhu thought it was almost done, so he took his son into his study, carried him into a chair, then took out the prepared things, and handed them over with a smile.

This was a box, and he asked his son to open it himself. He Mingen opened the box and found that it was a pair of small pony boots with blunt-headed spurs on the heel. He couldn't help but raise his head in confusion.

"Didn't you just want to learn horse riding last year? Your mother didn't agree and said you were too young. This year you're one year older. When your father finds a suitable pony, he will take you there. These horse boots are made specifically for you. Then you can learn horse riding while wearing it. Are you happy?"

My son's bedroom is next to the two's bedrooms. After Su Xuezhi went abroad, He Hanzhu developed the habit of going to see his son before going to bed every night. As long as he was at home, he would do it. Tonight was no exception. He gently pushed open the door. As usual, Honglian and the others had gone back to their rooms to rest. The lights in the bedroom were turned off, and their son should have fallen asleep.

Taking advantage of the night, He Hanzhu tiptoed towards the bed. He seemed to hear some strange and slight strange sound from the other end of the bed, and disappeared the next moment. At first, he didn't care, thinking he had heard it wrong. He walked to the bed, turned on the desk lamp, looked at his son, and found that he was sleeping in the quilt.

His son curled up into a small ball under the quilt and did not move. He Hanzhu was afraid that he would be frustrated, so he raised his hand and pulled the head of the quilt, trying to pull it down a little, but found that the quilt could not be pulled, as if he had pressed it from inside.

He Hanzhu pulled it again, just pulled it down a little, revealing his son's little head with black hair. With a sneer, the quilt was quickly pulled back, covering the little head again.

He Hanzhu finally felt something was wrong, so he tried again, becoming more and more certain that his son was awake and was holding the quilt at this moment, not letting himself pull him down.

He finally lifted the quilt and found that his son was lying on the pillow. Although he couldn't see his face, his two small shoulders were slightly moving. When he looked again, he saw that not only was the pillow wet, but his head was also wet.

When the adults left, the son hid alone under the quilt in the room and cried secretly?

He Hanzhu was surprised and surprised, holding his son's soft little body, he easily turned him over.

Sure enough, my son was crying secretly, but now, probably because he came in, he tried his best to hold it in, so that his little face turned red and he was sobbing, and he was sobbing one after another. He looked so pitiful.

He Hanzhu suddenly realized.

"Do you miss your mom?" he asked.

He Mingen closed his eyes tightly, sobbing and shook his head vigorously. He Hanzhu felt his heart shrinking, and he ignored the image of a strict father at this moment and hugged his son's small body into his arms.

"Stop crying!"

He paused and changed his words, "Forget it! You can cry if you want to cry. It doesn't matter this time, you are allowed to cry."

He didn't want his son to cry at any time, but she believed that the child had the right to express his emotions by crying. Just for this, the two of them had quarrel before.

But now, it really doesn't matter anymore.

She had been there for so long, and finally finally came back. She had to postpone her return date when she was about to come. Not to mention her son, even he felt...

Alas! It's hard to describe in one word.

He Mingen couldn't help it anymore and cried out, crying while crying: "Woooo... I miss my mother... I want her to come back early..."

"You miss your mother, why don't you tell me at night? You hide alone and cry secretly?"

He Hanzhu discovered for the first time that his son was so stubborn. Who did he look like? He or her?

It would be fine if he didn't say it, but after saying that, He Mingen cried and sobbed.

"...You didn't like me at first...I don't want you to like me even more...Woooo..."

He Hanzhu was stunned and quickly coaxed him again. After a while, the villain finally calmed down slowly.
Chapter completed!