"Hmm." Song Jinze had just come out of the bathroom after washing up, his handsome face showing no emotion.
He glanced indifferently at the still undressed and barefooted little guy, "Go get dressed."
"Oh." Song Yuchen's face lit up with a smile. He walked to the door, turned his head, and said to Ye Zhenzhen, "Ye Zhenzhen, my dad took care of you all night yesterday."
The little guy said this not for any other reason but to hope that Ye Zhenzhen would remember his dad's kindness and not divorce him.
Ye Zhenzhen: ...
This plastic husband took care of her all night?
Why does it feel a bit unbelievable?
Song Jinze poured a cup of water and placed it on the bedside table, "Did you sleep well?"
Ye Zhenzhen: ?
This sudden question, is it concern? No, clearly it isn't. Looking at that expression, it's more like an interrogation…
"Not bad."
It's just that the bed is a bit small, and the mattress is somewhat uncomfortable, leaving my back feeling sore.