"As long as I live well, she will feel uncomfortable sooner or later."
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The next morning, Xiaobao was stuck in the soft quilt and didn't want to go out.
Jiang Ye leaned against the head of the bed, holding a book in his hand, reading intently, and didn't even notice that Xiaobao woke up.
Xiaobao carefully turned over in bed, then lay down on the bed with his limbs spread out, burying his increasingly round face in the soft pillow.
Take a deep breath and you can smell the scent of soapberries on the pillow.
Xiaobao thought with a smile that this was the new pillow that his mother washed for him with soap yesterday.
Mom, it’s great to be here!
With Xiaobao going through so much trouble, how could Jiang Ye still concentrate on reading?
He put the book next to the pillow and gently rubbed Xiaobao's hair.
"Xiaobao, are you awake?"
"Get up!"
Xiaobao resisted the temptation of the cute pillow and reluctantly stretched his hand out from under the quilt.
The moment his body was separated from the quilt, he shivered with cold.
He quietly went back in again.
The weather is getting colder and Xiaobao doesn't have any thick clothes.
Yao Qiuyue rummaged through a bunch of things at home, but forgot to add winter clothes for the father and son.
no way.
She still hasn't gotten used to the sudden appearance of her husband and child.
The sky outside was completely bright.
Xiaobao had never slept so late even when he was at the Jiang family.
Even when he was two years old, he still helped Jiang's mother with the work.
For example, every morning he had to help move firewood from the yard to the kitchen one by one.
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