"Xiaobao, come here." Xiao Qing waved her over.
"No, Xiaobao wants to play with handsome daddy. Mommy, you go cook quickly, we are all hungry."
Xiao Qing: "..."
It is said that daughters are like little quilted jackets close to your heart, and until today, she believed it. Now, this little jacket was not warming her heart, but hurting it.
She looked deeply at Xiaobao, then silently turned and walked into the kitchen.
In the living room, Xiaobao pulled Lu Jinyang to sit on the sofa, then climbed onto him, staring into his eyes, "Can you see with your eyes today, too?"
"Mm, I'll be able to see from now on."
Xiaobao grinned and giggled for a while. Suddenly, she stood up and took Lu Jinyang toward the bedroom, "Handsome daddy, I'll take you to my room, I share a room with brother."
In the bedroom, Dabao heard footsteps approaching and rolled his eyes several times with a stern face.
