Rebirth, the character of Baifumei cannot fall

Song Jiajun saw the little girl's frown getting tighter and tighter, and knew that she was about to wake up.

In less than two minutes, the little girl suddenly stretched out her hand from the quilt and waved it towards him.

Song Jiajun dodged instantly, and his dodging posture was so skillful that it made people feel distressed.

"Baby, Chunsheng is back, it's time for us to eat."

Lin Wanyue finally opened her eyes in a daze, her hair was messy and scattered on the pillow, only half of her face was exposed, and her eyes were full of confusion.

Song Jiajun reached out and pulled the little girl up to lean against him, letting her slowly start her brain.

If she lay on the bed, the startup might fail, and she would fall asleep again in a short while.

"Anyone who has captured the prince's voice please send me a copy of the audio. This will be my wake-up ringtone from now on!"

"Hey, you evildoer! How dare you covet our son-in-law! Take him down and give him a slap!"

"The prince is so skilled, he dodged so quickly!"

"Prince: Well, there's nothing to say, you're just skilled."

"Who can stand this baby call!! Otherwise, how come Boss Zhu is in trouble!"

"The prince really doesn't treat us as outsiders, he kisses us without any hesitation!"

"What's the point of just kissing, do it!"

"Do what?" do what? I don't understand (shy face)"

"I need to take insulin to watch the video of these two people, it's so sweet that it chokes my throat."

"The prince's hands are really beautiful, white and slender with distinct joints, but it's a bit annoying to put them around my wife's waist."

"Boss Zhu's thin waist is very attractive, the prince can hold it with one hand."

"Sorry, my head is dry."

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After pausing for more than ten minutes, Lin Wanyue gradually received the signal in her head and slowly raised her head from Song Jiajun's shoulder.

"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" Song Jiajun kissed the little girl's red lips, and looked up to see that the strand of hair was still strong.

"I'm hungry and want to eat private dishes." Lin Wanyue nodded her little head, and the hair nodded up and down.

"How about toasting He Xuan?" Song Jiajun calmly reached out and pressed the strand of hair, but it returned to its original state as soon as he let go.

The man pursed his lips. Now the strand of hair was caused by sleeping, and it had nothing to do with him.

Lin Wanyue continued to nod, and Song Jiajun couldn't help laughing: "Baby, your hair is messed up."

Lin Wanyue held her head and hurried to the bathroom to tidy it up.

Song Jiajun lifted the little girl's butt with one hand, and Lin Wanyue naturally wrapped her legs around the man's waist.

"What's the hurry? You don't wear shoes. The ground is so cold." The man reached out and patted the little girl's butt, with an indescribable helplessness in his tone.

"Hurry up, hurry up, my head!" Lin Wanyue didn't listen to his muttering, shook her body, and signaled the man to hurry up.

"Okay, okay, don't move, don't fall."

Lin Wanyue used water to stroke her hair a few times in the bathroom, but there was no reaction. She had no choice but to tie her hair up.

"Brother Jun, where is my hair band?"

Song Jiajun took off the hair band from his wrist and tied the little girl's hair.

He knew that the little girl's hair band was thrown away every time.

Every time he came, he looked for hair bands. He bought a lot of hair bands and placed them in the office. He wore one on his wrist and took it whenever he needed it.

"Boss Zhu is very much like my father. At home, his wife is always here."

"The prince's hands are really not idle. One hand wears a bracelet, and the other hand wears a watch and a hair band."

"Song Prince brand carry-on backpack, you deserve it."

"I want to have it, but I don't deserve it!"

"Song Prince's hair tying technique is quite skillful."

Lin Wanyue just left the lounge, Chunsheng heard the voice, and quickly got up from the pile of toys and ran towards his sister.

"Sister, are you up? Did you sleep well?"

"I slept very well. I'll have dinner soon. Go put away the toys."

"Okay~"

Chunsheng put away all the toys obediently and put them back in place neatly.

When he returned to the sofa, he saw that the seat next to his sister had been taken. The little guy walked to his sister with a pout, trying to climb up the armrest of the sofa with his hands and feet.

Lin Wanyue moved towards Song Jiajun and hugged Chunsheng to sit next to her.

Chunsheng was satisfied to finally get to his sister, and his two little feet were dangling in the air.

The assistant took Jing Hexuan's food and placed it on the table. The color, fragrance and taste made people salivate.

"Three people eat six dishes, isn't it a bit wasteful?"

"It does feel a bit wasteful. Food is hard to come by!"

"I thought the fish and meat that the prince picked was for my little brother, but it turned out to be forLittle sister's."

"Little brother has grown up and doesn't need to be taken care of. Boss Zhu is still young."

"Don't worry about it. How many rich people don't waste money? You really think that everyone is the same!"

"Jing Hexuan has delivery now? ?"

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The three people didn't have a big appetite. After they were full, the dishes on the table only suffered superficial injuries.

The trolls on the barrage saw this scene and denounced it.

But before they could say a few words, they were slapped in the face by Lin Wanyue's words.

"It's just enough for another meal in the evening. Tell Lin Ping that he doesn't need to cook in the evening. "

After finishing their meal, Lin Wanyue and Song Jiajun naturally closed their lunch boxes and put them back into the lunch boxes.

Song Jiajun didn't have the habit of packing food before. It was only after being with Lin Wanyue that he began to have the concept of packing food.

The morning shots were shot at Shengjiang Group, and the afternoon shots were shot at Lin Wanyue's Yunfeng Group.

After Chunsheng was sent to class, the two of them came to Yunfeng Group again with the live broadcast camera.

As soon as they arrived at the elevator door, they met Zhao Dongyuan, who wrapped himself tightly and seemed to have just returned.

"Hello, boss, hello, Mr. Song."

"How do you feel about your work recently? "Lin Wanyue nodded in response to Zhao Dongyuan's greeting, and Song Jiajun put his arm around the girl's waist and nodded slightly.

Even if the whole world knew that the two were together, Zhao Dongyuan had repeatedly reminded himself in his heart to abide by his duties.

But when he saw the other party's action of asserting sovereignty, his eyes dimmed.

Song Jiajun knew that the girl had no interest in Zhao Dongyuan, but this did not stop him from making small moves. The survival rules of the main wife must not be forgotten for a moment.

Anyone with eyes can see Zhao Dongyuan's thoughts. It is normal for such an excellent girl to have suitors, but no matter who the other party is, there will be no chance.

"Work is going well, and the agent is also taking good care of me." Zhao Dongyuan was very depressed, but his face did not show the slightest abnormality.