"Wen Xin, what happened? Where’s dad?" Luo Zhenggang got ho from work and found that Wen Xin hadn’t gone to the kitchen to help Li Xiaojun, but was sitting in the living room, downcast.
"Nothing’s wrong, dad was called away by Uncle Song." Wen Xin pulled her husband into the bedroom, and after closing the door, she looked annoyed: "Rember when Ye’er had surgery and I went to Sha City? I ended up giving Ye Xuan her childhood photo album, but... but I forgot to remove the pictures of Ye’er bare."
"Bare?" Luo Zhenggang repeated, then realized, "You’re talking about Ye’er’s hundred days celebration photo, what’s wrong with that."
Wen Xin waved her hands anxiously: "Not just the hundred days, but also the one when she was three years old, the one taken during her bath."
"That one..." Luo Zhenggang pondered for a mont: "It’s no big deal, she was just three, it doesn’t matter. After all, Ye Xuan is set to marry our Ye’er, it’s fine."
"Ah, Ye’er is at Ye Xuan’s place, what worries is, if these two kids look at the album together, with Ye Xuan being at the pri of his youth..."
"He wouldn’t dare!" Luo Zhenggang burst out before Wen Xin could finish, then couldn’t help laughing: "I’ve realized we’re both a bit on edge. Those hundred days and three-year-old pictures have nothing to do with what you’re worried about."
Wen Xin thought it over and started to laugh too.
"Actually, it’s because we feel guilty for not having taken good care of our daughter in the past, and before we could make it up to her, she’s already beco soone else’s family mber, oh, my heart..." Luo Zhenggang pointed to his chest: "Unavoidably feels tight."
Wen Xin leaned on his shoulder, murmuring: "To have a daughter is to be destined for this, isn’t it? As parents, we claim to worry about this and that, but it’s more like we’re jealous of the son-in-law for taking away our daughter.
Thinking about the future, the most important thing in our daughter’s heart will be her husband, then later, it will be the grandchildren, boy or girl. It’s hard to describe what this feelings is like.
We look forward to her happiness, yet can’t bear to let her go, wanting to hold our grandchildren, yet also feeling pain because our daughter is still a child."
"Wen Xin, the engagent is just set, the marriage is still far off, don’t overthink it..." Luo Zhenggang comforted her: "Ye Xuan is not bad. Looking around, with his age and character, it will be hard to find anyone better. Settling this early is also good."
"What do you an?" Wen Xin gave her husband a sidelong glance: "Our Ye’er is the one who’s hard to find with a lantern, if Ye Xuan dares to have a wandering eye, our Ye’er will imdiately find soone better than him!"
"Yes, yes, yes, Ye’er is the best, Ye Xuan marrying our Ye’er is the blessing of his eight lifetis. Only we have the right to reject him, there’s no reason for him to wrong our Ye’er..."
Wen Xin cut off Luo Zhenggang: "That’s not what I an. Once they are engaged, Ye’er can’t do anything to wrong Xiao Xuan."
Luo Zhenggang quickly surrendered: "Wife, everything you say is right."
"Of course." Wen Xin poked her chest proudly: "Don’t you feel that marrying is also the fortune you’ve cultivated over eight lifetis?"
"Of course." Luo Zhenggang looked at her seriously: "Wen Xin, the greatest luck of my life is marrying you."
"Secretary Luo, you’re getting better at talking." Wen Xin’s eyes were full of laughter: "In the past, even if a knife was held to your throat, you wouldn’t say such things."
"People always need to change, right? They are also influenced by others. Looking at how Old Song and Wang Qi get along, it’s quite embarrassing. I need to learn from him!"
"Speaking of Old Song, it reminds of their little chubby Hao Hao. I really hope Feng’er gets married sooner and also has a baby for to hold, their soft little faces and backside, one can’t help but want to touch them..." Seeing Wen Xin’s yearning expression getting more and more impractical, Luo Zhenggang quickly interrupted her: "Stop, stop, stop. Feng’er doesn’t even have a girlfriend yet, aren’t you being a bit premature?"
Wen Xin slapped her forehead: "Speaking of this, I just rembered sothing. A while ago, I went shopping with Wang Qi and saw Feng’er eating with a beautiful girl.
Afterward, I wanted to ask him, but worried he’d be annoyed. I thought about telling you, but then I thought you’d say I’m worrying too much. Should we ask Feng’er?"
"No need..." Luo Zhenggang hadn’t finished speaking when there was a knock on the door. He quickly sat up with Wen Xin and called out: "Co in."
"Dad, Mom..." Luo Feng entered, lowering his voice: "Sister Luo Ping seems out of sorts, I asked her, and she keeps saying it’s nothing, Mom, please talk to her when you have ti."
"Our Feng’er is becoming more considerate." Wen Xin stood up and fondly touched her son’s forehead: "Feng’er, Ye’er is about to get engaged, what do you think?"
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