If we talk about being normal, then the families of Mo Hongying and Zhang Lanfang are relatively normal.
Both of them used to drink red wine, and Mo Hongying is particularly good with alcohol, so a bit of cold wind on the way back sobered them up.
However, Zhang Lanfang kept thinking about what Wang Peijun said.
Saying those things in front of his boss was like making a promise to her.
Yuanyuan was being held by his dad, sleeping soundly.
And when they got home, he was still sleeping sweetly.
"Wife."
As soon as Zhang Lanfang washed up and lay down on the bed, Wang Peijun moved closer.
With just that address, the two seemed to have a tacit understanding of what he wanted to do.
"The child's right here." Zhang Lanfang said.
Yuanyuan was sleeping in the crib they borrowed from the kindergarten, with a ten-yuan IOU note.
"Let's go to the next room." Wang Peijun kissed her earlobe and said.
That night, the two were unusually passionate.
