Femme Fatale
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
"Husband, I personally cooked your favorite spirit chicken noodles today. I've already scooped a bowl for you and placed it on the dining table. Hurry up and eat. Otherwise, the noodles will expand and the taste will not be good if you leave it for too long."
Song Huaying walked out of the house with a virtuous expression.
As she spoke, she walked in front of Chen An and stopped. She opened her hands and said to Chen Yuejian, who was in his arms,
"Little Yuejian, come to Mother. Daddy is going to eat breakfast."
"No, no, no, no!"
Chen Yuejian shook her head like a rattle drum. She wrapped her arms around her father's neck and leaned on his shoulder, refusing to leave his arms.
Upon seeing this, Song Huaying frowned slightly. She wanted to reprimand this disobedient daughter.
Chen An doted on his daughter more and smiled.
"It's fine. It's the same if I carry her in to eat."
"Husband, you'll spoil the child like this!"