Mrs. Huo wants to have a second child

Huo Qihuai's self-blaming words hit Jiang Yuyao's heart directly, causing her to feel distressed. She hugged his neck and rubbed his cheek comfortingly.

"No need to apologize, it's not Ah Huai's fault. I know Ah Huai has tried very hard."

Jiang Yuyao knew about Huo Qihuai's mental illness in her previous life, but she didn't know the reason.

She had thought about getting the answer directly from him, but she couldn't bear to reopen his seemingly healed scars in the name of concern.

She knew that ever since she had the baby, her Ah Huai had been actively and diligently pursuing psychological treatment.

She knew that her Ah Huai worked very hard, and she also tried hard to believe in her Ah Huai, believing that he could overcome the demons in his heart.

Until the uninvited arrival of the Huo family from North City.

Although she felt uneasy, she decided to wait upstairs for him to finish his business before going to see him. She knew that Huo Qihuai didn't want her to have any contact with anyone from the Huo family.

But my daughter suddenly couldn't stop crying.

"Do you miss Dad?"

The little girl stopped sobbing.

They really are connected as father and daughter. As soon as she went downstairs, she felt that something was wrong with Huo Qihuai.

She put her daughter into his arms, hoping to divert his attention.

Zhenzhen also cooperated and curled up pitifully in her father's arms to attract his attention.

"Our Ah Huai has done very well."

Jiang Yuyao stood up and held his handsome face, rubbing her nose against his gently, and her lips lingeringly touched his.

"My Ah Huai is the best husband in the world to me, and I believe the little one also thinks Ah Huai is the best father in the world."

Zhenzhen, who was lying next to her, blowing bubbles and chewing her feet, also responded with two "ah~ah~" sounds at the right time, and her voice was a little hoarse from crying.

Jiang Yuyao then thought about her daughter's heart-wrenching cry just now.

She stood up, held the little guy in her arms, and sat down next to Huo Qihuai.

"Our little baby must be worried about his daddy, right? He's crying so pitifully."

The little guy raised his head with all his strength to look at Huo Qihuai, and responded with "Ah~Ah~" in a very formal manner, as if he was confirming what his mother said.

"Thank you." A clumsy way of expressing love.

Jiang Yuyao leaned in front of Huo Qihuai, took the little guy's hand and shook it, pretending to be a little kid, "Tell daddy you're welcome, right?"

Huo Qihuai was amused by her childish voice. He rested his head on her shoulder and said helplessly, "You!"

The little girl in his arms had already relaxed and fallen into a deep sleep, with even breathing sounds coming from her.

Jiang Yuyao listened to the sound of her little girl's breathing as she fell asleep, bent down and kissed her rosy, chubby little face: "Thank you for your hard work today, my baby."

Today, little Huo Qinzhu not only has to be the active little protagonist of the party, but also has to shoulder the heavy burden of traveling thousands of miles to save her father. It is really hard for her little body which is only 3 months old.

Huo Qihuai reached out and gently touched the child's cheek, his eyes filled with tenderness, "Good night, baby."

Jiang Yuyao suddenly remembered the banquet downstairs. She looked up at the man beside her and said with a smile, "The protagonist of the Hundred Days Banquet is fast asleep right now. Shouldn't the protagonist's father go downstairs to take charge of the situation?"

"Ah."

Huo Qihuai nodded, adjusted his mood and clothes, then reluctantly lowered his head and kissed Jiang Yuyao's lips.