Sweetheart, I’ll Spoil You

(From here on the second volume)

Two years later. J City International Airport.

early spring. Warm sun and warmth. Melt down. It seemed like the thick mist on my heart was suddenly pulled away. See the bright moon.

Inside the departure hall. The ground is clear. The squares were illuminated by countless shaking figures.

Countless family and friends who came to pick up the plane held the sign in their hands. His face was full of excitement and anxiety, or the joy of seeing his loved ones and partners. In the countless throbbing heads and shouts. A pair of smart clear eyes have been watching all this. There was a loss in her eyes that she could not understand.

This strange world. With her full of hope. Slowly unfold in memory

Kasama faintly returned to the time when he left the city in a hurry. Alone. No one was notified. Just left alone. Then I went to another city. Goodbye now. I want to contact people who have been in the past. She suddenly noticed. I don't know who to contact. apart from

"Mother-in-law." A small hand tugged at the beige skirt of the woman who was meditating. The immature voice was crisp and loud. Therefore, some passersby passing by could not help but cast their curious eyes on this weird combination. When the gaze reached the boy's innocent face. The curious gaze was gradually bubbling up. Even worse, the girl even clenched her fist on her chin with uncontrolled hands. Screamed. "so cute."

so cute. This is probably the only voice in everyone's mind.

The little boy who was standing beside the woman's calf and held by the woman's tender palm. Has a pink and white face. Although immature, it is exquisitely small and exquisite. Even worse. Except for the almost pure eyes, black grape-like dark. His hair was actually blond. Golden. This fact made those aunts and peepers peeping. I was almost there to say hi to the kidnapper. Nima. I have never seen such a cute child in my life.

"..." Seeing everyone taking a sip of air-conditioning or even eyeballs frantic. Wearing a long beige dress. A green cashmere sweater was worn on the upper body. The woman with a beige solid scarf on her white neck rolled her eyes with a big depression. Weakly stroked the forehead. The woman barked in her heart. Again. After she gave birth to this guy. She successfully transformed from a low-profile person to a high-profile person. She felt a sense of what it means to be ascended to the sky. I think of myself as a dog. The woman's complexion turned a little darker. It really can't stop for a moment.

I scratched my temples with headache. The woman turned around. Squatting down and touched the little boy's face. Beginning with uniform teachings. "Baby. Mommy has told you many times. It's called Mommy. It can't be mother-in-law. You make others feel weird like this." A slight smile on this face. It looked a little tired. The woman who is teaching to the only son who is also a son who has been born to death is Xia Duo.

Staring at her height and her calf, she had short curly blond hair wearing cute bib pants. He was staring at his son with those black grape-like flickering eyes. Xia Duo's heart also succeeded in a pride. This is her son. She gave birth to her son. Although he is not yet two years old. But even many old professors with high IQs are surprised. Think of the origin of this title. Xia Duo's face was rare. I remember it was 5 months for the little guy. At that time, a costume drama was being shown on TV. As a result, the male lead in the play just shouted a kiss. then. The little guy who was supposed to sleep in her arms suddenly jumped up. Almost startled Xia Duo. Seriously watching the picture on TV. Looking at the word 'mother-in-law'. The little guy spoke the first name in his life. "My dear." Ever since. This title is accompanied by Xia Duo. Never changed again. No matter how Xia Duo corrected. Failed to correct this title.

Thought of this. There was a look of frustration on Xia Duo's face. For this son. Xia Duo really failed to the extreme.

as expected. Although seeing Xia Duo was angry. Xia Bao still insisted on his own bottom line. He shook his head slowly and firmly. "No. Madam. This is a rule. The baby can't break the rules." I saw this adorable little guy in front of him who was like a New Year doll. That serious expression would be seen by outsiders. I think this is a very serious matter.

I scratched my temples with headache. The woman turned around. Squatting down and touched the little boy's face. Beginning with uniform teachings. "Baby. Mommy has told you many times. It's called Mommy. It can't be mother-in-law. You make others feel weird like this." A slight smile on this face. It looked a little tired. The woman who is teaching to the only son who is also a son who has been born to death is Xia Duo.

Staring at her height and her calf, she had short curly blond hair wearing cute bib pants. He was staring at his son with those black grape-like flickering eyes. Xia Duo's heart also succeeded in a pride. This is her son. She gave birth to her son. Although he is not yet two years old. But even many old professors with high IQs are surprised. Think of the origin of this title. Xia Duo's face was rare. I remember it was 5 months for the little guy. At that time, a costume drama was being shown on TV. As a result, the male lead in the play just shouted a kiss. then. The little guy who was supposed to sleep in her arms suddenly jumped up. Almost startled Xia Duo. Seriously watching the picture on TV. Looking at the word 'mother-in-law'. The little guy spoke the first name in his life. "My dear." Ever since. This title is accompanied by Xia Duo. Never changed again. No matter how Xia Duo corrected. Failed to correct this title.

Thought of this. There was a look of frustration on Xia Duo's face. For this son. Xia Duo really failed to the extreme.

as expected. Although seeing Xia Duo was angry. Xia Bao still insisted on his own bottom line. He shook his head slowly and firmly. "No. Madam. This is a rule. The baby can't break the rules." I saw this adorable little guy in front of him who was like a New Year doll. That serious expression would be seen by outsiders. I think this is a very serious matter.