Wen Chuxiao had always thought that Hua Chen, who had been a widow for two lifetimes, was a man of few emotions and desires, but she didn't know that he had a deep love for her for two lifetimes, loved her as much as his life, doted on her to the top of his heart, and was a maniac who doted on his wife. She just took the initiative a little bit, and he made her unable to get up the next day.
The cute little bun stood at the door holding a small pillow, blinking his big eyes, and asked the man who occupied his mother: "Dad, I am afraid of the dark, and I want to sleep with my mother."
After a moment, the little bun was lifted up with his pillow, but in the blink of an eye, he was carried back to the children's room and lay down on his little bed.
"A manly man cannot be afraid of the dark and sleep by himself."
Little Baozi hugged the pillow tightly, biting a corner of the pillow in grievance, and silently retorted in his heart: Dad, I am only three years old, and I am far from a man.
