My Third Gentleman

Chapter 439 Sending Invitation Cards (3)

Mu Jinchen sighed lowly, walked over, rubbed her little head condescendingly, "You have always been Mr. Mu's princess."

Wushuang's fair and beautiful face raised a gentle smile. In this pink dreamy world, the muscles and the picturesque brows of the woman are gentle and gentle for Mu Jinchen throughout the years to come, yes, she will always be him Princess.

Wushuang pulled out a big album of her childhood photo album from the bedside table, and raised it to Mu Jinchen, with a sly smile on her lips, patted her side, "My photo album when I was a child, I want Just come and sit down."

Mu Jinchen rubbed his forehead with his slender fingers. He laughed a little helplessly, but he sat down on the princess bed obediently, and the little woman was happy.

Thinking of this, he sat down beside her and opened her happiest childhood with her.

The photo album is very thick, ranging from a wrinkled dough dumpling at birth to photos of a slim girl. The photos are the most before the age of six. There are singles and group photos. Almost every one is accompanied by a sentence, one It is Jing Hongyuan's handwriting, vigorous, strong, resolute and righteous, but every stroke is filled with Tiehan's tenderness.

After reading Mu Jinchen, he felt a lot of feelings, saying that his father’s love is like a mountain, and his mother’s love is like water, but Jing Hongyuan’s love for Wushuang is both. Let her be the same for twenty years.

"Father is an amazing person, I can see that he loves you and mother very much."

Wushuang's picturesque eyebrows were softer, and he tilted his head to answer with a proud face, "That's natural. My mother and I are both father's princesses. He naturally loves us, but my mother..."

"It'll get better, trust me." Mu Jinchen rubbed Wushuang's shoulders, dropped a kiss in her hair, and pointed at one of the photos to instantly divert her attention, "I can't tell you were naughty when you were a kid , Is this swing made by my father?"

Wushuang in the photo is about four or five years old, wearing a white princess costume, showing fat calves, bare feet, and swinging to the commanding heights with his hands on the swing. His long hair is flying freely with the wind. Raising her head to meet the sun, smiling very brightly, that was her happiest childhood, holy as a little angel.

Below is a sentence written by Jing Hongyuan, "My little angel, you must always laugh like this at the commanding heights of happiness."

Oh, she was originally a little angel.

He thought, if he was there at the time, he would have heard her happy smile like a silver bell.

Mu Jinchen's worries that Wushuang had just raised were dissipated again, and he nodded and replied, "Naturally yes, there is also such a swing summer park, which is a copy of this one."

The man stretched out his hand and rubbed her hair again, "I will make one for you at Huijingwan and the twenty-ninth floor."

"I don't like to ride on the swing now."

"Then make one for our child."

...

When the couple went downstairs after reading the album, Jing Beitang also woke up. Jing Beitang looked at a pair of bi people coming down the stairs holding hands, and smiling cheerfully like Maitreya Buddha with their moustaches.

"You are back, why don't you wake up grandfather earlier? Did you ask the kitchen to cook for you at night?"

"Grandpa..." Wushuang broke free of Mu Jinchen's hand, smiling and holding Jing Beitang's arm.

"Grandpa." Mu Jinchen also called respectfully.

The remaining three shifts are made up at one time before get off work. If you have something to go out at noon, please forgive me.

(End of this chapter)