"What seafood restaurant?"
Fu Jinghen was feeling tense, but unexpectedly, he heard Wen Qiao ask such a question that made him laugh and cry.
His little girl always managed to focus on the most novel things.
"Do you want to eat? I'll take you there in a bit."
"Okay." Wen Qiao turned to look at him and said, "Come here."
Fu Jinghen walked back to the bedside and sat down, looking down at Wen Qiao: "Did I wake you?"
Wen Qiao shook her head and said in a muffled voice, "No."
She raised her arms, looking at Fu Jinghen: "Hubby, I want a hug."
Fu Jinghen felt like a part of his heart suddenly collapsed. He moved over and sat down, leaning in, his arms reaching behind her, lifting her from the bed into his embrace.
"Why are you so clingy every time you wake up?"
"It's not like I'm clinging to someone else." Wen Qiao muttered and started playing with the buttons on his chest: "Are you fed up with me?"
"How could I be? I wish you would cling to me every second of every minute."
