Brother Yuan hugged her and choked with sobs: "Okay, okay, okay!"
Yu Wenhao was a little surprised when he saw Lao Yuan suddenly hugging a man and crying bitterly. When he was about to step forward and pull away, he quickly realized that this man must be his brother-in-law, and immediately stopped.
Seeing the brother and sister hugging each other and crying, Yu Wenhao suddenly felt a sense of sadness in his chest, and his eyes felt a little hot.
The dim sum people walked over silently, tugged on the uncle's clothes, and shouted in unison: "Uncle!"
Only then did Brother Yuan let go of Yuan Qingling, with tears still in his eyes. He looked down at the three identical children and suddenly became happy. He picked up one in each hand and put down the glutinous rice balls again.
I've seen it in videos, but actually standing in front of it still makes Brother Yuan feel like he's in another world.
Putting down the buns and glutinous rice, he picked up the glutinous rice balls and kissed them hard, "Good boy."
Yuan Qingling nodded to Yu Wenhao, and Yu Wenhao gave her the second treasure, walked forward and handed her over, "Brother!"
Brother Yuan looked at him, and his first feeling was that he was very satisfied, especially the peace and warmth between his eyebrows, which moved him a little. He put down the glutinous rice balls and held Yu Wenhao's hand, "First time we meet!"
Yu Wenhao felt a little unnatural. The handshake between these two grown men was a little strange. However, he didn't show it too obviously. He just smiled and said, "I've admired you for a long time!"
Brother Yuan's phone rang. He let go of Yu Wenhao's hand and picked up the phone, "Mom, um, I saw... there are, there are, there are five children, it's okay, you don't need to come over,
If you can't sit down, I'll call you Didi. Well, you can go home first. Have you eaten? You must not have eaten. The children must be hungry. They have all taken the initiative to call uncle. Are they still hungry? Okay...
By the way, buy some clothes. Your daughter and son-in-law are wearing some weird clothes. How tall is your son-in-law? About 1.88 meters, right? How much does it weigh? I estimate it to be around 130. Anyway, you can figure it out..."
When Yu Wenhao saw him talking to himself in front of the photo box, he felt a little creepy and asked Yuan Qing Ling softly: "Is there something in my uncle's head..."
Yuan Qingling wiped her tears, and the atmosphere was immediately disturbed by him, so she hit him with a smile, "What are you talking nonsense about? That is a mobile phone. You can talk to people far away. Your uncle is a smart messenger, at least better than you.
Very useful."
"Oh, I see, it's voice transmission controlled by consciousness, right? Everyone here can do it?" Yu Wenhao marveled, but he was not convinced, "I've never been here, and I don't know what kind of things you use.
, how can you say that my brain is not working well? If you ask him to fight with me a few times, I will keep you saying that he is not working well."
Yu Wenhao could see that this uncle was not a master of the inner family, and his aura was disordered.
After Brother Yuan made the call, he came back and took them to the parking lot.
He drove a five-seater medium-sized SUV. Fortunately, two babies were held in his arms, and three children under the age of three could still squeeze in.
Yu Wenhao recognized that this was the iron carriage he had just seen, and he circled around the carriage in confusion. How could this thing move forward without any external force? And it was so fast.
He sat in the back seat. Because he had to hold his child, he unloaded the things he was carrying in the trunk of the car. He sat by the window, and three children sat in a row on his left side. The space was narrow, which made Yu Wenhao feel
It was extremely uncomfortable and had an unpleasant smell.
"Lao Yuan!" The moment the car started, he called out softly.
Yuan Qing fastened her seat belt, turned around and saw the confusion in his eyes, and felt guilty in her heart. How had she ever seen the high-spirited Prince of the Northern Tang Dynasty be so confused?
"Don't worry, it's okay. My brother's driving skills are very good!" Yuan Qingling said.
Yu Wenhao hugged Erbao tightly and said uneasily: "Who is pulling the cart? I didn't see it."
Yuan Qingling smiled and said, "I'll explain it to you later."
The car accelerated forward, and soon after turning out, we got onto the First Ring Expressway, which allowed us to avoid traffic jams, and then we arrived home in about ten minutes' walk.
The car went very fast on the first ring, faster than he was riding a horse. The scenery on both sides kept receding. Although the sound insulation of the car was good, the whistling wind could still be heard.
Yu Wenhao felt more and more uneasy in his heart. Who was pulling this car? He was pulling it so fast. He looked at the dim sum people and saw that they were calm and had no feeling of fear at all. He tried to adjust his expression so that he didn't look so nervous.
Otherwise it would be really embarrassing.
The first ring was monitored, slowing down, accelerating, two or three times in a row, which made Yu Wenhao's stomach tumble a little, and he felt dizzy, as if he was drunk. He leaned his head against the car window, and the car window shook his head, making him even more uncomfortable.
Comfortable.
Brother Yuan was startled when he saw his pale face in the rearview mirror of the car, "Brother-in-law, are you carsick?"