"Stop pretending to be pitiful."
Taking advantage of him being unguarded, Lu Meng pinched his waist and whispered, "Wait to be scolded by Mom!"
Just as she was about to step back, Song Yunchi pulled her into his arms, "Wife, this is murdering your husband."
"Murdering, indeed it's you." Lu Meng stood on tiptoe and bit his chin, huffing, "You keep bullying me."
"Heaven and earth as my witness," Song Yunchi laughed lowly, gently patting her head, "It's good enough that you don't trouble me, how dare I bully my little ancestor?"
Mrs. Song watched them flirt with each other and secretly chuckled. She lowered her head, looking at Little Jingxing in her arms, and gave him a kiss, "Baobei, your parents are still very much in love. Let's go have breakfast with Grandma."
His little hand, soft and pale, clutched Mrs. Song's collar, and he giggled happily.
......
In the morning, the first rays of the sun pierced through the clouds.
