Jasmine Yale was amused by his childish words and coaxed, "Your dad loves Little Chale the most; the little baby can only be second."
"The little baby can be first. I’m the older brother, so I have to let the little baby co first," Chale Cheney replied, looking very sensible.
Jasmine Yale couldn’t help but ruffle his little head, "Little Chale has grown up and beco more sensible."
Chale Cheney covered his face, feeling shy.
Chale Cheney strolled around his room with Jasmine Yale for a long ti, having a possessive affection for her and especially enjoying being alone with her.
He loved showing Jasmine Yale all his things, especially his best things.
Jasmine Yale also had Butler Santana bring the gifts over, arranging them one by one for him.
"Little Chale, these are cookies that Jasy made by hand. Want so?" Jasmine Yale picked up a sealed jar and shook it.
"Eat, eat! I want to eat!"
Jasmine Yale opened it.
These little cookies were specially made by her for Chale Cheney. Each one was very small, mixed with all kinds of dried fruits, including raisins, almonds, cranberries...
Chale Cheney gobbled them up happily.
Jasmine Yale sat on the sofa while Little Chale Cheney kept running back and forth around her.
"Co, Little Chale, have so orange juice," Jasmine Yale coaxed.
Chale Cheney listened to Jasmine Yale unequivocally, doing whatever she said.
"Little guy, are you hot? Your cheeks are all red," Jasmine Yale observed as he kept bouncing up and down.
"The redness is because I saw Jasy, feeling shy," Chale Cheney covered his face.
"Sweet talker," Jasmine Yale ruffled his hair.
The father and son were cut from the sa cloth, speaking in the sa tone and always knowing how to make her happy.
Both the big and the small, she cherished them like treasures.
Chale Cheney had a great ti playing with Jasmine Yale, and he should have been extrely happy since seeing her.
After jumping around for a while, Chale Cheney climbed down from the sofa like a little monkey.
"Jasy, wait for a mont," he said as he dashed off.
Jasmine Yale didn’t know what he was going to do, so she looked at him indulgently and picked up the textbooks and howork on the table.
The little guy’s handwriting was beautiful, and he also had a habit of writing a diary!
"Today is sunny, I miss Dad, miss Jasy, and also miss the kindergarten and breakfast in Landon."
"Today is cloudy, I was caught daydreaming in class by the teacher."
Jasmine Yale casually flipped through it and smiled.
The little guy had a lot on his mind, both delicate and tender. Like who? Sylvan Cheney? No, no, Sylvan Cheney doesn’t have such sentints.
Before Chale Cheney returned, she set down his diary and looked at the howork and test paper.
The test paper had two pages, but the little guy only did one side, leaving the second page completely blank.
Where did he learn this bad habit? No wonder he didn’t test well.
"Jasy, look, this is a welco gift for you." Chale Cheney ca running from the garden with a rose covered in dewdrops, "Do you like it?"
Jasmine Yale was taken aback and quickly took it, "It’s very beautiful. Did you cut it yourself?"
"I cut it from the greenhouse. This is the rose Master likes; I snuck it. If he scolds , Jasy, you have to protect ."
"Little Devil."
Jasmine Yale ruffled his little head and accepted his rose.
SENDING a rose at such a young age, who knows what he’ll do when he grows up.
Chale Cheney obediently sat next to Jasmine Yale, lying down on her lap, reading comic books together with her.
Sotis, he would even touch Jasmine Yale’s stomach with his little hands.
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