Finally, Gu Weiwei told Xiao Yuanbao about the bedtime story and finally fell asleep.
I thought that there was a boyfriend who needed to be jealous in the study room, and I sighed with sigh.
She covered the quilt for Xiaoyuanbao, left the bedroom with a light hand, went downstairs to hold the porridge left in the bowl, and sent it to the study.
"You should have not eaten much for dinner, and I will leave it for you."
Fu Han glanced at it and continued to work hard.
Full of gas, do not eat.
"Angry?"
"No."
Fu Hanyu flipped through the file and said that he was not angry. His face was full of words that I was angry.
Gu Weiwei is very angry and funny. A person who is almost 30 years old is jealous and angry with a three-year-old child.
She wraps around his chair and hugs his neck, rubbing his face.
"Is it really?"
Fu Hanyu looked at her and looked at her. "Mother let you pick it up?"
When the marriage was not finished, it changed the way to urge them to have children.
Gu Weiwei's chin rested on his shoulder and asked in a sullen mood.
"This is not to let us experience the feeling of being a parent in advance. You are not waiting to see Xiaoyuanbao now, and you are not going to see our children in the future?"
"Don't care about the idea of the family, it is our business to marry and have children." Fu Hanxi said.
He didn't want to, because the family urged to have children, they quickly gave birth to one.
I didn’t expect it before. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the children affected the feelings between them.
He hopes that as in the present, she only has one in her heart.
To have a little extra thing, when her heart is more important, is the child or him, who knows?
"Uncle Fu, whether you have children or not, my favorite is not all of you?"
These words made Fu Hanqi, who was depressed for more than an hour, feel better.