Su Juan said unhappily. At this moment, she was wearing an extremely eye-catching wine-red cheongsam, which accentuated her already voluptuous figure.
"What's the rush? It won't make a difference if we wait a little longer."
"Hey! I've been busy since early this morning, how can I not be anxious!" Su Juan said, hands on her hips, cheeks puffed out.
"No, I have an exam today. What have you been busy with?"
Su Juan didn't say anything, but turned around with a confident smile. The wine-red cheongsam was of perfect quality, with lace trim, perfectly showcasing her graceful figure. Even Wen Yiquan, who was standing to the side smoking, couldn't help but steal a glance.
"What, you have to sneak around looking at your own wife? If you want to look, then look boldly!" Su Juan was amused and playfully rubbed his face with both hands.
"I wasn't looking at you," Wen Yiquan stubbornly turned his head away.
"Okay, okay, you didn't look at me, so you didn't look at me."
After she calmed down a bit, Su Juan continued to look at the two little ones in front of her.
Although Xia Lian is a bit short, her cheongsam is still very eye-catching, especially the girlish purity and shy blush, which are the finishing touches.
"Don't say your mom doesn't love you. Just for today, I specially picked out the most expensive outfit to wear! I even cut the slits on both sides a lot! I also picked out the one that best suits Lianbao's figure. You tell me how thoughtful your mom is."
"Fine, fine, if it hurts so much, I might as well just wear two curtains over my head and come out." Wen Mo rolled her eyes, amused by the situation.
As the time drew closer, he realized it was time to go in. After taking a deep breath, he gently pushed Xia Lian in front of Su Juan.
"I'm leaving."
"Do your best on the exam! I believe in you!"
Su Juan cupped her hands into a megaphone shape and shouted with a smile.
Wen Yiquan put down his cigarette, his gaze complex, lost in thought. Father and son didn't need much communication; a single glance was enough for them to understand each other. After seeing him nod, they both knew what the other was thinking.
Xia Lian was held in Su Juan's arms, her petite frame nestled against her voluptuous figure. Watching Wen Mo's receding figure, she clenched her hands tightly before he disappeared around the corner, as if silently responding to her lover's feelings.
come on.
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