Xing Sijue actually stood in front of the cradle, using the light of his mobile phone’s flashlight to hold each other again?!
Jiang Song thought he was dreaming, but unexpectedly, when he rubbed his eyes, he saw Xing Sijue hugging Wan Wan and kissed him.
I can't bear it. Even in my dreams, I can't let this man kiss me!
Jiang Song sat up from the bed with a sudden jerk. When he realized that he was not dreaming, he became even more angry.
"You... didn't sleep?" Xing Sijue, who was discovered, was obviously a little embarrassed. He coughed and then spoke in a low voice.
There's nothing I can do about it, the thought of getting her back makes my heart itch, and I can't help but think about her even when I'm working.
As soon as I got home, I couldn't wait to come over, ready to take a look quietly.
But the moment I saw it, I couldn't help but want to hug him, and then...
A kiss.
Jiang Song couldn't help but step forward and hug Wan Wan away, "Why are you here?"
When I brought the baby over, fortunately Juanwan hadn't woken up yet, otherwise I would have just coaxed her in vain.
It was at this time that she smelled a strange fragrance on Wanwan's body.
The fragrance was very strong, probably because it was tainted with the fragrance of Xing Sijue.
Jiang Song frowned coldly, and subconsciously thought of the text message Lin Wanwan sent her this afternoon, the photo...
Does this scent belong to that girl?
She stopped herself from thinking any more and said calmly, "If you smell of perfume, don't hug me. The child can't stand this kind of stimulation."
She put Wanwan on the bed and found two clean clothes for Wanwan to change into.
The perfume stuck to her clothes. She didn't like the smell, and she didn't think her daughter would like it either.
Xing Sijue seemed to smell his own scent subconsciously, and then frowned, with a trace of impatience flashing across his brows.
He put his hands in his pockets and watched Jiang Song change the child's clothes and was about to turn on the headlights, but Jiang Song wouldn't let him.
"Don't turn on the big lights, a small light is enough. You will wake up Jianjian. Go out quickly. Jianjian will cry again when he sees you later."
Xing Sijue closed his handsome eyes and faintly glanced at the little man on the cradle.
He didn't pay attention, just sat next to Jiang Song, "Children are trouble."
Jiang Song rolled his eyes and repeated his words, "Children are trouble?"
Brother, you were holding on to me just now, wishing you could wake them up and let your children play with you.
Jiang Song didn't understand why Xing Sijue loved Wanwan so much but had no interest in Jianjian.
But Jianjian is also very similar to this man, and he also hates his biological father.
Xing Sijue hid the emotion in his eyes and observed Wanwan carefully.
The little princess slept sweetly, her little mouth was slightly open, her eyebrows were really perfect, and her skin was white and tender.
Xing Sijue only felt that somewhere in his heart seemed to soften a little, and even his voice became a little softer.
"Wouldn't it be annoying for you to stay with these two children every day?"
Jiang Song resolutely said, "Of course not."
Being accompanied by these two little angels is the happiest thing in her life.
These two little cuties are her only blood-related relatives in this world, how could she be bothered by them?
Especially when she thought about the possibility of being separated from her children in the future, she became even more reluctant to give up and wished she could stay with her babies 24 hours a day.
Jiang Song took off his Huanwan coat. The room was air-conditioned and very warm. As long as he changed his clothes quickly enough, nothing would happen.
Xing Sijue watched the scene in front of him with full concentration and curiosity.
He squeezed the little toes.
He really didn't expect that there would be such a small child in the world.
So soft and so cute.
It's actually not my own.
This made him very unhappy. He felt that if he and Jiang Song had a daughter, she would be as cute as Wan Wan.
No, his daughter must be the cutest cub in the world.
Jiang Song looked at this man's gaze, and the corners of his mouth curled up inexplicably.
Unexpectedly, the famous Jiu Ye also likes children.
Jiang Song, who realized this, suddenly felt a little disappointed.
Xing Sijue had clearly told her not to try to give birth to a child for her. She was not worthy and she was not qualified yet.
So, he actually likes the child, but he just doesn't want the child to be born to her.
Is the woman engaged to him the woman in the photo on his computer?
He will like the child that woman gives birth to, and he will be a good father, but not to her child.
Thinking of this, Jiang Song's face and aura were not very good.
She didn't understand why Xing Sijue tied her up since he didn't like her.
"Are you tired of staying with these two children every day?" Xing Sijue asked again.
Jiang Song was impatient, "Bugui, you have to ask me a few times."
"What about staying with me?"
The lights in the room were dim, Xing Sijue raised his handsome face, his eyes seemed to be shining, as if he was looking forward to her next answer.
Jiang Song, however, had no patience, "What do you think, Master Jiu, you are humiliating yourself."
After saying that, he gently put Wanwan back on the cradle.
Xing Sijue pursed his lips and looked at her little face, "What's wrong? Suddenly you're unhappy."
Jiang Song didn't say anything, just made a "please" gesture.
"Are you..." Xing Sijue said thoughtfully, "Are you jealous?"
Jiang Song's head was filled with questions, "Jealous?"
This man must be poisonous.
Xing Sijue touched his neck, stretched himself, and then sat directly on Jiang Song's bed.
I no longer have any intention of leaving.
What's more interesting is his expression at this moment, as if he doesn't want to talk anymore.
Woman, you are just jealous, I can already see it.
Jiang Song was funny, "Xing Sijue, if you're okay, just eat more plums. Please go out, I want to rest."
Xing Sijue stretched his long legs and propped himself up on Jiang Song's bed, "The perfume on my body does not belong to other women, but to me, Xing Ting."
What?
Is he explaining?
But why should I explain to her?
Jiang Song waved his hand, that's it, she didn't care.
"It's none of my business who owns this perfume. You can go out. I'm going to rest. If it's okay, don't come to the babies' room. And don't kiss secretly again next time."
Xing Sijue could pretend he didn't hear the first few, but he couldn't bear the last one.
"Why?" He was surprised and sat up straight.
He was really serious in discussing with Jiang Song and seemed to be dissatisfied.
Jiang Song subconsciously curled his lips, "What else could it be because of? The child's skin is so tender. What if your stubble injures the child?"
Xing Sijue touched his chin. It was impossible. He shaved every day, so it couldn't be possible.