I even thought that when I had a child in the future, I might be able to ease my relationship with the child, but I didn’t expect that this day would come so early.

He Xiuyu is the son of Brother Shanzi and Meng Siqi.

She couldn't tell him something wrong, but it was always embarrassing to think of meeting Meng Siqi and He Shan one day.

However, all of this was relieved by Wu Xiukai's words of a few words.

Then He Xiuyu shouted naturally with a smile on his face, "Mom and Dad."

Fortunately, Wu Xiukai asked the two of them to prepare in advance, so Qiao Zhicai took out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it to He Xiuyu. In the north, this was a change of money. He changed his words and called his parents. That was the real family. He Xiuyu took the red envelope and put it in his pocket, and finally let go of his heart.

However, I was still a little worried. Will his mother shudder Qiao Qingyu when she returns to the imperial capital in a few days?

This may not be possible. He does not want Qiao Qingyu to be wronged.

Qiao Qingyu handed the box containing the bracelet to Wu Xiukai.

Wu Xiukai took it and looked at it, with anger in his expression, but he still held it back and sneered, "That bastard is still a thief, and he stole the box together."

As he said that, he opened the box and took out the jade bracelet inside. After looking for a while, he sighed, with a sad expression, but he quickly covered it up. He even gave the box with the jade bracelet to Wu Qianyun, "Where is Ayun, this is your mother who accidentally got a piece of jade when you were two years old. She said that this jade would be a dowry for my Ayun. The jade made two bracelets and a jade pendant..."

Wu Qianyun has no impression of her mother.

But I can always feel the love her mother had for her back then.

She looked at the bracelet and lowered her head.

Wu Xiukai was busy and laughed, "Let's go, look, it's yours, it's yours, isn't you taking it back? This bitch gave birth to a smart son."

After saying that, he changed the subject and pointed to the basket that Qiao Qingyu took, "This is what you are talking about in the spirit grass."

"Yes." Qiao Qingyu opened the basket. Secretary Chang quickly took two flower pots, opened the plastic cloth, soil and flowers, and put the health grass in the flower pot.

The flower pot is very delicate, enamel, with blue peony flowers painted.

Qiao Qingyu placed the flower pot in front of Wu Xiukai's bedside table in front of Wu Xiukai's bedroom and said to Wu Xiukai who was standing behind him, "Grandpa, if you succeed, you will never harm you."

Wu Xiukai smiled, he didn't care about it, but his granddaughter traveled thousands of miles to get him two pots of nourishing grass, which was of course very touched.

But what Wu Xiukai never expected was that he had been insomnia for several months and slept well that night.

People with good sleep will never understand the pain of insomnia.

Seriously, it’s really hard to close your eyes, but you can’t sleep, and you’re so uncomfortable that you can’t want to go crazy.

Although Wu Xiukai did not have enough, he had been insomnia for decades and tortured him for a long time. This is an old problem. It started from the year when Wu Qianyun was lost. He was able to survive until now, one was because God had eyes, and the other was because he was supported by faith.

In addition, some drugs were treated, but the effect was not good. In the end, he became resistant to sleeping pills.

Wu Xiukai woke up at about seven o'clock in the morning. He thought about it and it was probably ten o'clock when he slept last night.

After thinking carefully, he did not toss and turn. He read the book for a while, then closed his eyes and then opened it to the present time.

He stared blankly at the two pots of green and shiny health grass placed on the bedside table.

The old man also has a life secretary around him, who is from Country M. He is in his thirties and is safe and has a similar personality to that of a regular secretary.

In the past, the old man would start to tossing around at around two o'clock.

But it doesn't get up, just turn on the desk lamp to look at the book and the documents.

And he would serve the old man a cup of warm calming soup.

Let him have a rest before dawn comes.

But from yesterday's old man fell asleep until six o'clock this morning, the lights in the bedroom were not turned on. He even looked at it quietly and found that the old man was still sleeping soundly.

So Secretary Liang was very shocked and surprised.

But at the same time, it is also happy.

At this time, he heard something in the room and hurried in. Wu Xiukai murmured, "Xiao Liang, I actually fell asleep last night."

"Old man, it's really great. It's very good to look at your complexion in the morning."

"Okay, okay." The old man said several times, and said happily, "Today is New Year's Eve, this is our first reunion festival."

The old man stood up happily, and then Wu Qianyun also walked in.

Wu Xiukai pointed to the health care grass placed on the bedside, "Take good care, Ayun, this is a good thing. I slept until now last night. Oh, I haven't felt like this for many years. I'm so happy."

So these two pots of spiritual herbs become treasures.

Qiao Zhicai is a big-hearted person. His heart is not deep and shallow. He pretends to be a wife and daughter, and he is almost full, so Qiao Zhicai doesn't know what insomnia is.

Han Xianglan has been thinking a lot recently, so she transplanted a few of them from the flower pot and placed them on the bedside.

Qiao Qingyu planted more than 50 plants in these two pots of sacred grass. When they grow up a little, they will be moved out.

Qiao Qingyu was also very happy.

The seeds produced in the laboratory are indeed extraordinary.

These pots of spiritual nourishing grass have become the most important thing in the Wu family. It is no exaggeration to say that since then, Wu Xiukai has never suffered from insomnia.

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Speaking of which, this is Qiao Qingyu's second Spring Festival in this world.

The atmosphere of the Spring Festival in Yuncheng is also very strong. Red lanterns are hung on the streets and alleys, and every household is pasted with red couplets and words of blessing.

It is not prohibited to set off fireworks and firecrackers yet, so the crackling sounds are also coming one after another.

However, some customs are different from those in the north, but Wu Xiukai all came according to the customs of the north, and the old man was happy. From the loss of Wu Qianyun to the death of Lin Wanjun, he had never had a real happiness.

At this time, he felt that it was perfect.

After the New Year’s Eve dinner, Doudou and Feifei took Rongrong to watch the lanterns.

I wouldn't run far away, right at my doorstep, and then Secretary Chang and Wu Tai were outside, following them like children to set off firecrackers. Last year, I also celebrated the New Year here, but it was deserted and didn't even set off firecrackers, so this year the Wu family gate was particularly lively.

Taking advantage of the break, He Xiuyu checked Qiao Shengbao's study.

Qiao Qingyu followed the dough and mixed dumpling fillings and prepared to make dumplings at night.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, it was already dark and a car parked at the door.
Chapter completed!