Song Chen suddenly felt that his son was quite good at coaxing, and both women in the family were made to smile by him.

The disciple surpasses the master.

They had dinner together as a family, and no one from the Song family was invited. Song Chen knew that Lin Lu didn't like crowds.

Each person gets a steak and can enjoy whatever dishes they like. It’s a great combination of Chinese and Western cuisine.

The cakes Lin Lu makes are not very big, just enough to ensure that everyone in the family has one.

Lin Jingbei had experience last time, so this time Song Chen insisted on asking her to make three wishes.

"Okay." Lin Lu blew out the candle.

"This one is for Mom."

"This one's for Dad."

"This one's for you."

"This is Abei's."

It's "Abei" again, the father and son, one is happy while the other has a heart attack.

He doesn't even have a name, and his son calls him Abei.

Lin Jingbei felt elated and surrounded by happiness. The word "Abei" filled the cracks in his childhood.

Song Chen: I only hear the laughter of new people, but not the crying of old people.

Li Xianglian and her husband both gave red envelopes, but Song Chen gave his gift only after they went to bed.

It was a pair of high heels that he had carefully selected.

The heels were actually not that high, only about two or three centimeters. He fell in love with them at first sight and thought she would look good in them.

It's so precious.

"Thank you."

Song Chen: "That's it?"

Lin Lu knew what this person was always thinking, so he kissed him on the face twice.

Song Chen was still not satisfied and repeated her words from that afternoon in a sarcastic tone:

"Thank you, Abei."

In his place, either he had no name or was called Song Chen or Song Lao Si. When had he ever called him so affectionately?

Even "husband" was forced upon her when they were doing that.

Lin Lu was speechless, watching the man sit with his arms folded angrily, "Are you jealous of your son?"

How shameless of you!