Back at the Jun family home, Tang Hai saw the two holding hands tightly, and his old face beamed with joy.
Oh, look, it's done!
"Second Master and Second Mistress, the meal is ready."
"Hmm," Junchen replied calmly.
After dinner, the two watched TV in the living room, with Bei Jing nestled in Jun Chen's arms.
While watching the popular TV series with ease, Second Master Jun held his wife in his arms, burying his head on Bei Jing's shoulder.
His dark brown eyes were full of smiles, and his eyes and brows were filled with doting affection.
Tang Hai, who was passing by, said: "Look, what a heartwarming scene! Come on, let him take a picture and send it to the old lady."
The phone rang. Bei Jing glanced at the caller ID and exclaimed, "Hey? Bro!"
"Hey, bro?" The voice was cheerful.
Junchen: "..." Sigh, I'm jealous.
"Little sister, you still remember I'm your brother? You haven't called me for days, I'm so heartbroken!"
A mournful complaint came from the other end of the phone, and Bei Jing awkwardly pinched his nose.
Yes, it's all Junchen's fault for disturbing my mind these past few days. I've been so distracted that I've even forgotten about my brother.
"Sorry, bro, how's your project going? When are you coming back?"
When facing his older brother, Bei Jing's tone involuntarily became a little coquettish.
Beifeng felt a little comforted, knowing that his younger sister was still thinking of him!
"Everything is going well for me here. In a few days, I might be able to go back and see my darling Jingjing."
"My dear Jingjing, have you eaten? Have you lost weight recently?"
The thought of his younger sister's pitiful few ounces of flesh possibly shrinking again sent shivers down Beifeng's spine.
"No. I think I've even gained weight. Junchen's cooking is delicious, and I've been eating well."
Bei Jing subconsciously reached out and touched the flesh on his face. Hmm, he had indeed gained quite a bit of weight.
"Really?" Bei Feng was a little skeptical; he knew his younger sister's appetite all too well.
"Really." Feeling a bit chilly, Bei Jing snuggled closer to Jun Chen.
Mmm, so warm.
"That's good, that's good. Wait a minute, what did you just say? Junchen is cooking for you?"
Beifeng, who was completely focused on his younger sister, finally noticed the key point in Beijing's drawing!
Holy crap, Junchen, that big ice block, is cooking for his own sister?!
The north wind, far away overseas, made the body leaning back in the chair shiver.
Tsk tsk tsk, just thinking about this scene is terrifying!
Bei Jing didn't notice the strangeness in his older brother's words, and his fingers were being held by Jun Chen.
Their fingers intertwined, a soft touch on the back of their hands, Junchen's rose petal lips were imprinted on the back of their hands.
Bei Jing stared intently at the man with a wide, upturned smile in his eyes.
Bro, are you a kissing maniac?
Junchen chuckled softly, gently patting his wife's head as if he were soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.
"Jingjing?" Beifeng asked again, puzzled, after not hearing a reply from his younger sister for a long time.
"Huh? Brother, what did you just say?" She hadn't been paying attention...
She gave Jun Chen a coquettish glare with her bright black eyes. It's all this guy's fault!
"You just said that Junchen cooked for you? What's going on?"
No matter how he thought about it, he felt something was wrong, based on his understanding of his brother.
Even if I asked him to take care of Jingjing, he shouldn't have gone to this extent.
Who is Jun Chen? He's the man at the very top of the pyramid in the capital, a man whose every sneeze makes the whole country tremble!
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