Chief husband, strong love!

Night Shengting waited for her self justification.

Shen Enron's face was a little red.

Still cheeky, he picked up yexiaojiu and put it on his lap.

Yexiaojiu: "??"

The little steamed stuffed bun was injured all over his face, and the man was stunned.

"If you're ugly this time..." Shen Enron's face became serious, and the meaning of the warning was very obvious.

Yesheng Ting stiffened his face and looked at her. "This is a gift?"

Shen Enron's face was not red and his heart did not jump. "Do you dislike it?"

"... No."

"Ugly?"

"... No."

She put her heart down and looked at her son held by him on her lap. The scene was gratifying. "That's good. During the time I left, this intimate little cotton padded jacket will take good care of you, and you should take good care of him."

Night Xiaojiu reminded, "Mommy, that's how to describe a girl. You'd better give birth to a little cotton padded jacket."

Ye Shengting tapped him on the head with his fingers, "your mommy said you were, you were."

Night Xiaojiu touched his head and couldn't refute it.

In any case, his abandoned clay figurine was forcibly accepted by his father.

In the evening, after sending yexiaojiu into the room to coax him to sleep, Shen Enron just closed the stairs and saw the man waiting for her against the wall in the corridor.

She stuck out her tongue and lost her son. She knew she couldn't fool her anymore.

Night Sheng Ting looked at her lazily with black eyes. He didn't speak or signal her to go back to the bedroom.

When he saw the woman coming to him actively and skillfully, he stretched out his arm and circled her into the bend of his arm. His low voice was clear in her ear, "give you another chance."

Shen Enron felt wronged, held his waist, raised his head, tiptoed, rubbed his red lips from his chin, and kissed him on his thin lips, "happy birthday..."

"That's it?"

She rubbed his face and thought that she would be separated from him for a period of time in a few days.

His hand moved from the man's waist to his neck and looked up at him. "I wanted to celebrate your birthday there. I accidentally forgot it these two days. Xiao Jiu didn't remind me... I'm sorry."

"Well..." he lowered his head and gently removed his voice, "continue."

"If Xiao Jiu is not enough, I'll send you another daughter."

Yesheng raised his eyebrows. "Last time he said it was his daughter. Why was it different?"

"Well, it's man who makes plans and God who makes things happen. This time it's my daughter." When she finished, she was cruel again, hooked his neck and said in his ear, "if not, there will be future..."

Night Shengting's heart flashed over the pain and risk of her daughter and woman's childbirth, "it's not necessary. You like everything you have. There's no future."

"But..."

"You think I'm selfish!"

She bit her lips and looked at the determination flashing in the man's eyes. Finally, she didn't say anything.

"As for gifts." He reached out and gently lifted the hair in her ear. "In the last few hours, you don't have to rack your brains. It's better for me to want what I want most."

"What do you want?"

His thin lips gently spit out words and sounds, "of course it's you."

Nothing in the world is more important to him than her.

He never had the habit of having a birthday, but if he had to, as long as she was there.

She has been the best gift since she was here.

Shen Enron's face suddenly turned red and angry, "you... You know now, you can't now..."

Yesheng Ting: "

"Just, just once... Do you hear me, just this time..."

Yesheng Ting: "

What did he say?