Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Ye Mubai stared blankly, a little hot.

On the one hand, Xiao Ye Fen's cuteness, and on the other hand, because Wen Yuan hasn't put on clothes.

It's wide open, holding the little guy and can't buckle it up, but if the night fennel is put down at this time, it will be... even more unbearable.

Wen Yuan pursed his lower lip and looked at Ye Mubai: "You hold Ye Xiu over."

Ye Mubai's voice was hoarse, "I'm afraid she will cry again."

"She won't cry anymore." Wen Yuan increased his tone, then bit his lip: "You hold her over."

But his eyes were still looking eagerly, reluctant to move away, and Wen Yuan became a little angry: "Ye Mubai!"

He just smiled, and carefully held Ye Wei in his hand, and Wen Yuan immediately buttoned it up.

After buckling, she raised her eyes and bumped into his eyes.

Ye Mubai didn't look any further, and actually couldn't see it anymore. He carefully carried the little guy onto the crib.

It's not the same when you are full, his little face is pink, his eyes are lightly closed, and he is surprised to find that Xiao Ye Hui's eyelashes are so long and long, which is like him.

Xiang Nan, he remembered it was not so long.

His gaze remained on Ye Hui's face, and he asked Wen Yuan softly, "Do you think Nan was so cute when he was born?"

Wen Yuan thought for a while: "Girls are always more delicate."

He didn't say any more, he just kept looking at Xiao Ye Xiu, only to think it was very beautiful, not inferior to the old man's Bai An.

Ye Mubai watched it for a long time, and then said again: "I'd better take a shower and change a suit, don't smoke her."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and squeezed the little guy's face: "It's so squeamish."

Wen Yuan watched him enter the bathroom, thinking that he looked very happy, as if he felt a lot more relaxed after having night fennel, except for the moment he went to smoke.

She hugged the quilt, looked at Ye Xiu, and then thought--

That's it. It's unrealistic for an older woman to fantasize about love and affection, and they have two children to raise, no matter who they follow, they are missing.

This kind of thought of Wen Yuan is actually not surrendering, but will.

It means to have passed away, just to miss Nan and Ye Xiu.

Ye Mubai didn't know in his heart, but he was, and she would be her.

Because it couldn't, it asked too much.

Ye Mubai finished the bath very quickly, and it was refreshing all at once, and after seeing Xiao Ye Fen, he was going to take a rest for a while.

Wen Yuan said that she was not tired and wanted to sit for a while, but he agreed. Then he cut a piece of fruit for her and cut it into small pieces so that it wouldn't be too cold to eat.

Wen Yuan took a small bite. He stretched out his hand to caress her hair and suddenly asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Wen Yuan almost choked out and looked at him.

His expression was a little unfathomable, he still looked at her, and then took her hand and asked again: "Wen Yuan, is it still painful?"

She shook her head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Then she was relatively speechless. She always felt a little uncomfortable talking about this kind of privacy, but Ye Mubai would not feel uncomfortable. Wen Yuan was uncomfortable because she didn't put him in an intimate relationship in her heart. So she resisted and instinctively rejected him.

Ye Mubai's gaze fell on her face for a long time, did not say anything, just motioned to her to lie down, he helped her cover the quilt, and then whispered: "I will go to see Xiangnan, I will have surgery in these two days. Up."