Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

He knew he couldn't see it.

Does Su Xiaoqiao look like him? Ming An Sheng couldn't help but reach out and touched his face.

‘Oh, let ’s get married, will you marry me? ’

'it is good. ’

Ming Ansheng suddenly thought that the day he learned that Mei Duo returned with his child, he was with Su Shi.

That night ... that night he did nothing.

However, with Su Shi's simplicity at the time, she must have never thought of going to post-contraceptive measures.

Is it that time?

He hasn't decided yet, but he wants to get more excited. He can't wait to find Su Shi now, go to her house, and grab her and Su Xiaoqiao.

Su Xiaoqiao looks at how he is three years old this year.

At that time, Su Shi and Qiao Chen had just gone abroad. With Qiao Chen's body at the time, they couldn't ... couldn't be together.

Ming Ansheng thought, suddenly stood up, the action was too fierce, and the chairs behind him were knocked over by his legs.

He reached for the car key and hurried out.

Down the stairs, he ran straight towards the gate.

"An Sheng, are you going out so late?"

The voice of Ming Anyu suddenly came from the second floor.

Ming Ansheng stopped and turned to look at Ming Anyu coldly, "Isn't Brother on a business trip?"

Ming Anyu was wearing light gray silk pajamas with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

It seems polite, middle-class and long-term, and Ming Ansheng both inherited more father's genes.

As he went downstairs, he replied to Ming Ansheng, "It's back in time."

Ming Ansheng didn't say anything, turned and prepared to continue to walk towards the gate.

Ming Anyu's voice sounded behind him again, "Tomorrow there will be a parent-teacher meeting, do you know?"

Hearing, Ming Ansheng's eyes flashed a cold color. He didn't turn around and said coldly, "I know, my son, I will worry about it."

After speaking, he lifted his feet, walked to the door without looking back, changed his shoes and went out.

...

"Little Joe, sleep."

It's been almost a week since I came back. Su Xiaoqiao's jet lag hasn't reversed. He sleeps during the day and enjoys playing at night.

Su Shi hasn't slept well with her troubles these days, and she has no energy all day.

After drinking the milk, the little man was rejuvenated. He was jumping in joy on the bed, and Su Shi had a headache.

"Find a story with dad."

Hearing Su Shi's order to sleep, Su Xiaoqiao crawled out of bed angrily, and ran outside with bare feet.

"Su Xiaoqiao!" Su Yan raised his voice and hurried to catch up.

This little **** is amazing now.

Qiao Chen watched TV on the sofa. Su Xiaoqiao went over, crawled onto him, nestled in his arms, "Daddy, tell a story."

"Okay." Qiao Chen nodded with a smile and agreed. He reached for his remote control and turned off the TV.

Then he hugged Su Xiaoqiao, let him lie on the sofa, he lay beside her and began to tell stories to him.

"Hmm ..." Su Shi frowned at Qiao Chen, and saw Su Xiaoqiao calm down, she sighed, and muttered quietly: "You spoil her like this, she's going to heaven, and now she's getting less and less sensible."

She opened her mouth and yawned. "Then I'll go to bed first."

Su Shi greeted Qiao Chen, then turned around and dragged back to the room.

She went to the bed and immediately got down and reached out to turn off the lights.

Su Xiaoqiao must not have come to sleep at night.

...

Downstairs, the man leaned against a thin, poor green tree.

His long fingers caught a lighted cigarette, and he looked up at the twelfth floor of the unit in front of him.

The originally lit lamp in the master bedroom went out.