Wife, You Can’t Discriminate

Should I ...

wrap as a bun or a dumpling?

Ten minutes later.

The car started and left. Jiang Tingxu finally came back to her senses.

She lowered her head and looked at the sleeping little man who was stuffed into her arms. He was really wrapped up by his father's blanket, yet he hadn't woken up from the beginning until the end?

Mo Boyuan looked in the rearview mirror, and the corners of his lips immediately curled up:

"Didn't you say you wanted to bring him along?"

Jiang Tingxu's lips twitched, but she didn't say anything.

The man once again smiled and teased:

"Don't worry, he won't freeze."

This day, there was no need to worry about this problem, right?

He might as well worry more about whether or not he would be too covered up.

Cough.

"How are we going to bring him back later?"

"Little Five has already gone ahead."