"Want a second child?"
Que Xingye looked up from the document and looked at the man with his legs crossed on the sofa.
The man's name is Wei Heng, his legal partner of five years of marriage, and his sworn enemy from college to the shopping mall.
"My son is four years old, and you just think of this now?" Que Xingye raised his eyebrows.
Wei Heng put down the tablet, walked slowly to his side, and pointed her finger at the family photo on his desk.
In the photo, there is a small white and tender dumpling sandwiched between the two of them.
"Que Xiaoheng needs a companion. I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a partner." Wei Heng's fingertips traced the side of Que Xingye's face.
Que Xingye pinched his wrist and pulled him into his arms: "Follow your responsibilities? I think you are itchy."
Wei Heng sat on his lap, put her arms around his neck, and blew into his ear.
"Mr. Que, do you want to discuss this in depth?"
Que Xingye's Adam's apple rolled.
He admitted that he was moved.
Intention: Love yourself