"She has mental problems." Lang Ruoxian winked at the bodyguard.
The man with eyes panted and rushed away from the crowd: "Xiujuan, please return the child to me quickly. This is someone else's child."
"Shh..." The woman named Xiujuan's eyes widened and her index finger was placed on her mouth, "Keep your voice down, I'm going to sleep!"
Xiao Jiu'er was probably tired of crying, so she stretched out her hand towards Fei Ying. But the woman hugged her tightly, and the little guy looked at his mother pitifully.
Not to mention Fei Ying, even Yan Hua's heart was broken, and Gungun, who had been sleeping soundly, woke up and started crying when he saw Xiao Jiu'er crying.
"Mummy... Mummy!" He shouted to Xiao Jiuer.
The man with eyes was sweating profusely, and he hurriedly apologized to Fei Ying: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! My wife... My wife is mentally ill, and I hit her just now because of her illness."
"Why don't you send your wife to the hospital when she's in this situation?" Yan Hua asked accusingly, "Do you know this is very dangerous?"
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault, I know, I know!" The man looked sad, "But... But I can't bear to leave her alone in that place."
Yan Hua and Fei Ying looked at each other. They didn't believe it. When this man just beat his wife, his face was ferocious and he didn't want to let her go at all.
"This madam." Lang Ruoxian suddenly took a step forward, "There are too many people here. Do you want to take the child home?"
The woman was stunned and looked up at Lang Ruoxian: "Oh! That's right, go home, take my daughter home."
Just as she was about to turn around, two people rushed up from behind. One grabbed her arm, and the other snatched Xiao Jiuer away.
"Ah..." the woman screamed, "My child! My child!"
"Xiao Jiu'er!" Fei Ying took a few steps forward, took Xiao Jiu'er and held her tightly in her arms. The bodyguard quickly pulled her behind.
"Mom!" Xiao Jiuer returned to the familiar embrace and cried.
Fei Ying comforted her while wiping her tears. Gungun leaned over in Yanhua's arms and reached out to touch Xiao Jiuer's face.
"Mom! Mom..."
Xiao Jiuer still had tears in her eyes. She curled her lips and corrected him: "It's sister, sister!"
Seeing that she was fine so quickly, Fei Ying breathed a sigh of relief, and saw Fei Yi running over from the corner of her eye, with panic in her eyes.
"It's okay, it's okay." She couldn't help crying again, and she went up to him and was hugged by the man.
Xiao Jiuer was very happy to see Dao Feiyi and put her arms around his neck to hug him.
"Don't be afraid, dad is here." Fei Yi kissed his daughter, then kissed Fei Ying, and then looked coldly at the man who was pleading with the bodyguard.
"She means no harm. Please let her go. Don't send her to the police station." The man grabbed the bodyguard tightly, while the woman sat on the ground blankly and remained silent.
"Did you call the police?" Fei Yi asked.
A bodyguard immediately said: "Reported."
"Let's go home."
Yan Hua and Lang Ruoxian returned to Lang's house, and the woman's grief-stricken face was seen all the way.
"Why, I feel sorry for that woman." Lang Ruoxian looked at the rearview mirror.
Yanhua was wearing a lavender sweater, a milky white cashmere skirt underneath, and two furry balls on her red flat boots. Her hair was pulled back loosely with a fluffy hairpin.
He didn't know what the fashion was like, but he just thought that this woman was very good at dressing up and looked good no matter what she wore.
"The poor person must be hateful. I will not plead for her. After all, her existence is not conducive to social security."
Yan Hua said in a calm tone: "Fortunately, there are many people in the shopping mall this time. If she had snatched someone else's child and ran away on the street, she might not be able to catch her back."
"I just feel a little strange." Yan Hua told Lang Ruoxian about the previous beating by the woman's husband, "Tell me, if you really care about your wife, why would you beat her so hard?"
Lang Ruoxian turned the steering wheel: "You have this time to care about others, so why not worry about yourself."
"What's wrong with me?"
"Lang Hongyue is moving back tomorrow."
Yan Hua: “…”
Lang Hongyue used the excuse that the company was on holiday, and Yan Hua and Lang Ruoxian, two juniors in the old house, said hello to the old man and moved back to celebrate the New Year.
"It's the Chinese New Year, so there are more people and it's more lively." She sat on the sofa in the living room and laughed, "Lang Jia will come back before the New Year, and she hasn't seen Gungun yet!"
Yan Hua feels that she will not have a good life this year. Lang Hongyue is enough trouble, plus her daughter...
"I heard that you have a good relationship with the Fei family member?" Lang Hongyue suddenly asked.
Gungun's eyes lit up when he heard the word "Fei". He dropped the little dinosaur in his hand and grabbed Yanhua's hand and pointed at the door.
"Mom! Mom!"
"Does Gungun want to find the little sister?" Yan Hua could accurately determine the person his son really wanted to call when he called her Mom.
Lang Hongyue looked at the fat dumpling she hadn't seen for more than a month. Apart from being a little bigger, he was still so stupid. He could only call mother and couldn't stand up yet.
Her eyes passed over the rolling legs. If there was something wrong with this child's legs...
"My little sister is sick. Let's wait until she recovers to visit her, okay!" Yan Hua took Gungun back and asked her aunt to make rice cereal.
Xiao Jiuer was still frightened. She had a high fever when she went home last night. Fei Ying called from the hospital early in the morning.
"You must not bring Gungun here. The hospital is not a good place." Fei Ying told her specifically, "You can come here after Xiao Jiuer comes home from the hospital."
"Yanhua." Lang Hongyue picked up an orange and looked at her while peeling it, "Do you want Gungun to be examined?"
"Why do you need a check-up if you're not sick?" Yan Hua frowned.
Lang Hongyue's red nails split the orange into two parts: "It's not like I haven't given birth to a child before. Lang Jia was not like this when she was a child."
"Each baby's development is different. Some babies don't speak until they are two years old." Yan Hua glanced at her son. Xiao Gungun gave her a cute smile, and then continued to lower his head and struggle in confusion.
"You'll be one year old in two months, right?" Lang Hongyue wiped her hands clean, "He can't even stand, especially if there is something wrong with his legs..."
"You're talking nonsense!" Yanhua interrupted her and said rudely, "Gungun is my son. I know better than anyone whether he has any problems."
"Mom?" Gungun was affected by Yanhua's mood and timidly threw himself into her arms.
All the confusion on his face was transferred to Yan Hua.
Yan Hua twitched the corner of her mouth, and the anger she had just felt disappeared instantly.
"Mom, it's okay, be good, Gungun!" Fat Tuanzi smiled when he saw Mama, and sat down for a while to continue eating rice cereal.
Lang Hongyue felt that everything Gungun was eating was too disgusting. She didn't bother to look at him and glared: "Is this how you talk to me? You forgot who brought you back to the Lang family and who made you a member of the Lang family. Young mistress’s.”
"I didn't do it voluntarily." Yan Hua didn't mind breaking up with her. Ever since she designed herself, she had no intention of being used by Lang Hongyue again.
Obviously... Lang Hongyue hasn't realized this yet. In her eyes, Yan Hua is a helpless widow who can be flattened or rounded by her.
"Don't forget what you promised me back then!" Lang Hongyue was also angry, "What? Just because the old man is in pain now, do you think you can go against me?"
"I never want to go against you, it's because you can't tolerate me." Yanhua straightened her back and looked at her, "You don't want to think about driving me out of the Lang family. Gungun is still so young. You are too impatient. My Good aunt!"
Lang Hongyue covered her chest: "You... you are going to make me mad!"
"It's best if you want to live in peace with me. You don't want me to take Gungun to live with the old man in the worst case. Just like you said, I just rely on the old man to hurt Gungun!"
Yan Hua picked up Gungun who was full and said, "Come on, son! Let's go take a bath."
Watching her go upstairs, Lang Hongyue picked up an orange and threw it out: "Damn girl!"
"What's wrong with you?" Tian Bocheng came back just in time. Seeing her trembling with anger, he walked over and helped her, "Who are you angry with?"
"That bitch Yan Hua." Lang Hongyue glared at him, "What have you been doing?"
Tian Bocheng took off his coat and sat down: "Didn't I tell you when I went out in the morning? My sister is moving today, and I will see her off."
"Your sister moved back to your parents' place?"
Tian Bocheng's younger sister was recently divorced. I heard that her husband had a mistress outside.
"No, she doesn't want to go back. She rented a house outside."
Lang Hongyue sneered: "It sounds so nice, you gave me the money, right? Give it back to yourself..."
"Hey, look...she is in this situation, I, the eldest brother, can't arrange it, okay?"
Tian Bocheng rubbed Lang Hongyue's shoulders: "She is only in her thirties and has no job. I wonder if I can arrange to go to your place?"
"What will she do?" Lang Hongyue glanced at him, "Ever since we got married, your family has relied on you to support her. She hasn't worked since she graduated from school. You want her to work in my company? Be a cleaner?"
Tian Bocheng paused, then pressed her a few more times as if nothing was wrong: "You can learn from it! You can wait until after the New Year to see if it doesn't work. If it doesn't work, just go to my company!"
Because she had to be with Lang Hongyue's family during the Chinese New Year, Yan Hua suddenly lost interest. It was already the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, and she heard from her aunt early in the morning that Lang Jia would be back today.
She didn't even want to go downstairs, but Feiying called to say that Xiao Jiuer was discharged from the hospital and asked her to take Gungun there to play.
"Is Xiao Jiuer okay?" When they arrived at Fei's house, Yanhua took out a doll.
Xiao Jiuer kissed her, hugged the doll and called her aunt.
"Mommy! Mommy!" Gungun wanted to kiss him too, and Xiao Jiuer called him brother again and kissed him too.
Feiying asked everyone to sit in the living room: "It's okay, it's just a normal fever."
"That's good, but don't leave any sequelae." Yan Hua touched Xiao Jiu'er's head, and when Gungun saw her, she quickly rubbed her head against hers.
Yan Hua also touched his head, and then the little guy was satisfied and went to play with Xiao Jiu'er.
"Do you know about that woman?" Fei Ying suddenly lowered her voice, "It's so pitiful."