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"Wife, is Lin Yao thanking you?"
Kyoto, Wang Manling's home.
Xiao Lin held the sleeping child in his arms and whispered to Wang Manling beside him.
He found that his wife did not respond, turned around and looked at her, and was surprised.
"Wife, why are you crying?"
"Who, who is crying?" Wang Manling tilted her head and wiped the corner of her eyes, saying stubbornly:
"I just had some sand in my eyes. This little girl deserves my teaching..."
Xiao Lin observed his wife carefully and suddenly smiled: "I haven't seen you so happy as today in a long time."
"What are you so happy about?" Wang Manling glared at him and said angrily:
"I'm worried that this girl will eventually surpass me. By then, I won't be able to make it, and you'll have to support me!"
Xiao Lin hugged his wife, who was still holding on, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll support you. How about we have two more children?"
"Damn it! The child is still here."
"Then shall I take the child in?"
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Half an hour later.
"Congratulations, my diva wife!"
Jiang Rong, Lanheng Garden.
After the Best Female Singer award ceremony, the Best Male Singer award ceremony was held, and then this year's Silver Dragon Awards came to an end.
Fang Xiaole estimated the time and thought Lin Yao should be back in the car or in the locker room, so he sent her a message of congratulations.
"Hee, thanks, hubby. Did you see me accept the award? Did I look good tonight?"
Lin Yao quickly replied with a voice message, her voice full of playfulness and ease.
Fang Xiaole smiled, sent the photo he took of Lin Yao receiving the award on the TV screen, and said:
"I plan to set the photo of my wife receiving the award as my phone wallpaper, and kiss her every morning when I wake up and every night before I go to bed."
"Oh, no, this feels weird." Lin Yao couldn't bear it anymore and said embarrassedly.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Go to bed early tonight. We'll be able to meet in a few days."
Fang Xiaole stopped teasing her and spoke gently.
"Oh, by the way, husband, have you eaten?"
Lin Yao suddenly asked.
"Not yet. I had a late lunch and I'm not too hungry. If I get hungry later, I'll order takeout."
Fang Xiaole didn't care and answered casually.
"Okay, husband, I'll go back to the hotel first. Bye."
Lin Yao replied and stopped talking.
"This girl... maybe she's too excited?"
Fang Xiaole vaguely felt that Lin Yao seemed a little strange today, but thinking that she was just too happy, he didn't think about it anymore.
At this time, the phone rang. It was my mother Song Yan calling.
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