Jiang Chi, you really remind me of my older brother back in the day, always acting like a jerk!
My brother just suddenly went crazy over here for no reason.
[Thank goodness Chaochao has a good temper, sob sob sob]
I really want to pinch Chaochao's cheeks, they look so soft and cuddly.
[I'm just a passerby (really), and Jiang Chi doesn't seem to have a bad temper.]
[Upstairs, a long-time fan says that the brother's bad temper is only directed at certain people!]
After eating her fill, Chaochao started to feel sleepy.
My upper and lower eyelids are drooping.
Jiang Chi carried her to the bed, and Chaochao's head was bobbing up and down like a chick pecking at rice.
Once the shoes were off, the little dumpling immediately rolled into the bed.
She clung to the last vestiges of consciousness, her eyes half-closed, her small hands groping haphazardly up and down the bed.
The quilt...
Otherwise I'll get diarrhea...
After cleaning up the mess, Jiang Chi turned around and saw—
Asleep, Chaochao lay peacefully on the bed, breathing deeply and evenly. Her excessively long eyelashes fluttered occasionally. Her gaze drifted down to see a square tissue covering her lower abdomen, rising and falling with her breath.
Jiang Chi: "..."
The DNA of the Chinese people has been violently activated!!
[I've remembered this since I was little: always cover your stomach when you sleep! Hahahaha]
[A single napkin was Chaochao's last act of defiance, haha]
[Confirmed, Chaochao is a purebred Chinese lackey! (Just kidding)]
When Jiang Chi lay down next to Chaochao.
The sleepy little dumpling gently grasped his finger.
Jiang Chi plays musical instruments year-round; his fingers are long and slender, covered with thin calluses.
Hochin has no calluses.
Chaochao, whose mind was a complete mess, realized this.
It's not poop...
With his hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling, Jiang Chi, wide awake, heard the faint, intermittent baby voice of Chaochao beside him.
"Brother...when...when...will we...bring Daddy over..."
At this moment, the man who was watching the live broadcast and reviewing documents in front of the screen paused, his fingers holding the pen.
First, let's ignore the little dumpling's tone about bringing her elderly parents, who are living alone, to live with her so she can enjoy a comfortable retirement.
Should we bring my uncle over?
Jiang Chi thought so.
My uncle will probably demolish and rebuild this dilapidated house first.
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