Fu Nancheng curled his lips, his gaze carrying a hint of fondness.
Looking at the three figures, one big and two small, he suddenly felt that maybe this was happiness.
The family of four sat at the table, ready to have dinner.
Chenchen furrowed his delicate little eyebrows, seriously staring at Qiao Mo, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
Qiao Mo softly said, "What’s wrong? Is there sothing on Mommy’s face?"
Chenchen worriedly asked, "Mommy, your face is so red! Are you sick?"
Qiao Mo was slightly taken aback, then her face turned even redder, quickly putting down her chopsticks and went to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water.
Fu Nancheng’s eye twitched slightly, this little guy, ran off in such a panic! Isn’t this admitting without being beaten?
After a while, Qiao Mo returned, but her face was still a bit rosy.
"Let’s eat." Qiao Mo pretended to be calm.
Chenchen nodded and picked up his chopsticks, but Qiqi didn’t move, his gaze stayed on Qiao Mo’s neck and shoulders, not speaking, but unwilling to eat.
Qiao Mo obviously realized sothing was wrong too, and followed his gaze, looking down. She discovered that in this short ti, her body was covered in patches of pink, like a sprig of red plum blossoms, blooming everywhere.
Qiao Mo wanted to explain, holding back for a long ti before saying, "Mommy’s okay, mosquito bites."
Fu Nancheng glanced at her indifferently, his gaze a bit aningful.
Chenchen angrily furrowed his brows, "Damn bad mosquito! Dare to bite Mommy! Once Chenchen’s full, I’ll smash them!"
Qiao Mo curled her lips, glancing at Fu Nancheng, with a hint of secret satisfaction.
Fu Nancheng casually said, "No talking during als, let’s eat."
For a mont, the dining table quieted down, Fu Nancheng obviously didn’t take Chenchen’s words to heart.
But he clearly didn’t expect the two little ones to beco increasingly difficult to manage.
...
That night, Qiao Mo, as usual, told stories to the two children, while Fu Nancheng was busy handling business.
Since soone in the family always had to work, Qiao Mo felt he was more efficient than herself, so she simply handed over many of her company’s matters to him.
Furthermore, she felt that the tales he told were fine to hear once a week; she was worried that if they listened too much, the children might get influenced and cause trouble in the future.
Near ten-thirty, the two kids gradually fell asleep in the warm light of the lamp, Qiao Mo tucked them in before quietly exiting the room.
Back in the bedroom, Fu Nancheng asked in a deep voice, "Are they asleep?"
"Yes."
Qiao Mo poured him a glass of water, only to be pulled onto his lap again.
"Stay with for a while." He encircled her from behind, starting to go through the files in his hands.
Qiao Mo nestled in his arms, enjoying the rare leisure, lowering her eyes, she softly said, "Did you know... I never dread that Qiqi would still be here."
He put his pen down, holding her, "Looks like I need to work harder, maybe add a little sister for the two little ones."
Qiao Mo pushed his handso face aside, "It’s no use now... How long have I been taking the dicine?"
Speaking of which, Qiao Mo had been consistently taking herbal dicine to regulate her body, and compared to before, she had almost gotten used to the bitter taste. Though she still found it hard to drink, at least she wouldn’t vomit right after drinking anymore.
"Hard work pays off, haven’t you heard?" Saying this, Fu Nancheng picked her up and headed towards the bed.
But just as they stood up, a loud crying ca from the room next door. Chenchen, dressed in his pajamas, climbed out of bed, standing barefoot on the floor, looking at the pitch-black room, rubbing his eyes, and started to sob loudly.
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