You have the right not to speak.

Haihua hummed a little tune as he walked into the bathroom. The warm water sprinkled on his body made him feel extremely comfortable. He recalled this wonderful experience with a lot of emotion in his heart. After taking a bath, Haihua changed into clean clothes and felt much more energetic.

The bandage got a little wet, so he simply applied medicated oil again, wrapped it with clean gauze a few more times, and hung a new bandage around his neck. The wound healed a little and was not as hideous anymore. It would probably leave a scar, but as a rough man, he didn't care.

"Ring, ring, ring" the phone in the study rang

"Hello, who is this?" Haihua answered the phone.

"Haihua? This is my big brother Wen Qiang." A deep baritone voice sounded on the other end of the line, a little unhappy.

Haihua's heart skipped a beat. When did his invisible elder brother learn how to make phone calls? "Brother, you..."

As if he could sense something was wrong with him, his eldest brother Wen Qiang immediately said, "Everyone is fine. It's... it's Xiao Chenmo who misses his fourth uncle. He's been making a fuss these past two days. Xiao Hai, are you still in Cuiyuan? I asked Lao Chen to send the two little ones over. We have a batch of goods to produce tonight, so we may not be able to get off work until 9 o'clock."

Wen Qiang now understands that in this day and age, military force can still achieve success. When encountering a little unrest, intellectuals are just embroidered pillows and grasshoppers on the frying pan, and can be manipulated by others. As southerners, a group of strangers, they can temporarily live in Kyoto in peace because their grandfather is a retired veteran with outstanding military achievements, and all parties can still give him some face. He dare not imagine how many enemies will raise their fangs and eat him alive after his grandfather passes away. The hand holding the phone shook unconsciously.

A security guard came back and said that Cuiyuan was surrounded by gangs. He was worried and scared when he talked about how handsome his brother looked when he showed off his criminal police photo and how the uncle and nephew were fighting against a group of rabble.

By the time he realized the truth, he was already past the age of martial arts. No wonder this little brother is only close to his cousin Zhiwen and uncle Chen Di, it's all because his brothers are too weak. Learning martial arts starts from childhood. When he heard his younger brother's voice, he had plans to have a third child. You can't blame him for overreacting. With many brothers and sisters, there will always be one who can become a dragon. This idea is completely inherited from his father Chen Ziye's child-rearing ideas.

People cannot teach others, but things can teach them, and they will learn it immediately.

"Brother, can you please send the two little ones over here? I haven't seen them for a few days?" Haihua returned.

The eldest brother Wen Qiang was also happy, and taught him a lesson: "Today is the 8th, Haihua, it's only been a few days, and I heard from mom that you were stabbed. You are still young and an intern, don't always rush forward to be the first, protect yourself and don't get hurt. It's really a worrying day."

"No, it's not serious and will be gone in two days." Haihua replied

Wen Qiang snorted, "Mom said you had a bandage hanging around your neck. Do you think the doctor is easy to fool? There is no hatred or old grudges. The wound is not deep, so I just put a bandage on you. You can't fight, so you run away. How can you be more stupid than me?" "I know. Thanks for the reminder, big brother."

Wen Qiang lowered his voice and said, "I have to get busy too. I'll trouble you to take care of the two-hour dinner."

Haihua laughed: "Don't worry, brother, if I eat, they will eat, too."

Wen Qiang replied, "Okay, I'll ask driver Chen to take them there. By the way, Haihua, you should also be more careful and stop being so reckless."

"I'm not reckless at all." Haihua replied with a smile: "I know, brother, I will be careful."

Not long after, the driver, Lao Chen, brought the two kids to Haihua, and then drove to the dock to pick up customers. When the two kids saw Haihua, they rushed over excitedly, shouting, "Uncle!"

Haihua squatted down and hugged the two little guys tightly in his arms, his face filled with happiness and joy, and said happily: "Oh, my little darlings, uncle misses you so much too!"

The eldest nephew Chen Chenmo is 6 years old this year, smart, lively and cute; while the youngest niece Chen Yingshi is only 4 years old, innocent, well-behaved and sensible. They are the apple of the Chen family's eye and the most cherished family members of Haihua.

"I'll take you to my second uncle's house. He has a shooting range there which is quite fun. Do you want to go?" When the two kids heard that there was something fun to do, they nodded immediately.

Chen Chenmo asked in a baby voice: "Uncle, after practicing shooting, can I be as good as you?"

Haihua scratched his nose and said, "Little brat, you definitely can't do that. No one can become a god in one day. The key to practicing martial arts is persistence." "Oh, I know."

"Yingshi, are you hungry? If you are, uncle will go find you something to eat." Haihua shook her pigtails lovingly, staring at the little princess's face with his eyes like stars: "My little princess is so pretty." The little princess shook her head: "Uncle, I'm not hungry."

Chen Chenmo asked hurriedly: "Uncle, what about me? Do I look good?" "Yes, both of them look good."

"Giggle, giggle" the two little ones jumped and jumped, so cute. Seeing the housekeeper Zhu Jiang watering the flowers: "Uncle Zhu, I will help you water the flowers." Chen Chenmo obediently took a small spoon to scoop out half a shell of water, and skillfully moved it to a bougainvillea.

Haihua nodded: "They are at the age where they love to study. Uncle Zhu, let them do it." Yingshi couldn't find the spoon and stamped her feet anxiously, just like a hungry Dahuihui. "Brother, brother, I want to sprinkle Huahua too."

Butler Zhu Jiang chuckled: "Okay, Chen Mo, take care of your little sister, don't get your clothes wet."

Haihua asked casually: "Uncle Zhu, have you seen Dahuihui? I haven't seen him at noon these two days. I wonder where he went." "Yes, Uncle Zhu, we will help you water the flowers. Now go and call Fumanlou to order four dishes for me, three meat dishes and one vegetable dish. Come over at 4:5."

Butler Zhu Jiang nodded: "Do the young masters have any favorite dishes?"

The two kids shook their heads: "We'll listen to our uncle."

Haihua pretended to be unhappy and said seriously: "We in the Chen family are not like those rats who have no opinions and only follow the crowd. If you suppress your true feelings, won't you be bullied in the future? At that time, the adults will not be able to protect you all the time."

Xiao Chenmo understood and could not be bullied, so he said in a baby voice, "Uncle Zhu, my sister and I both like to eat braised tofu. Mom said that this dish is not expensive and goes well with rice. It's okay if we don't have braised eggplant." "Okay, I'll make the call now."

The two little ones were showering the flowers. Haihua had just escaped from the three-dimensional space, with a bandage still on his left hand. He was sweating from working and had no intention of participating. "Fatty Huihui, come out quickly and have dinner." Haihua tried to shout. He was really a little worried about Fatty Huihui. The two little ones also shouted in their baby voices.