When xiajun Zixi heard that it was time to eat, he climbed down from xiajun Zihao's arms happily and held his hand.""It's time to eat, brother. There must be something you like on the table. "
Xiajun Zihao was dazed for a moment as he looked at his hand. When Yan 'er was young, he had held her hand like this and walked many, many roads.
At that time, he was willing to give the best to Yan 'er.
It was strange. Although he was young back then, he knew what he wanted.
Xiajun Zihao was pulled forward by xiajun Zixi. He smiled, squatted down, and tapped xiajun Zixi's nose."There's also something you like to eat. Eat more and don't be picky."
During lunch, the four of them had a happy and harmonious time. The family was very warm.
Xiajun Zihao thought of his hard-working biological father.
As expected, a family environment and atmosphere would be different if one had a virtuous wife.
