Rong Luchi's thin lips curled up into an intoxicating arc.
I didn't work overtime today, so I went to bed early in the morning.
But I still can't sleep.
…
Because of the time difference, it was late at night here, but it was afternoon over there.
After she decided to return home, her heart seemed to fly directly to Rong Luchi.
Xiaorong and Naihu walked over and lay down on the bed, watching their mommy packing her luggage: "Mommy, are we going back to China to see handsome daddy?"
"Hmm?" Song Wanwan looked up from packing her luggage and looked at her precious daughter tenderly.
Xiao Rongyu stood up straight, wearing a white T-shirt, on which was reflected the handsome Rong Luchi, who was wearing a well-ironed suit.
"Pfft! Was this custom-made for you by your godmother?"
Song Wanwan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
This funny behavior must have been done by that guy Mianmian.
"Yeah, my little godmother made them for me. There are so many, more than a dozen pieces. I want to wear them every day."
The little baby's voice is as soft and tender as a dumpling.
"Okay, not bad." Song Wanwan gave his daughter a thumbs up.
She did not hide it from Xiao Rongyu. After she started to remember things at the age of three, she would ask her about her father, and she would tell him.
"Baby, if Daddy gets angry and says I haven't visited him, will you help Mommy?"
"Yes, baby will always be mommy's little cotton-padded jacket~"
"Baby, you are the best." With this little trump card in hand, she is not afraid of not being able to win over Rong Luchi, the arrogant man.
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