She was envious that her son could get Mengmeng's love. She was jealous that even if an accident happened, Mengmeng did not seem to forget her feelings for the children.
He was so jealous that he had three little kids to fight for his wife.
On the other hand, she was touched because no matter how time changed or how chaotic the outside world was, their family would always be together.
"His name is little chongchong, which one is he?"
When he saw ruan Mengmeng's bright and adorable smile at his son, li junyu subconsciously began to want to understand these three little fellows who were in his way.
He moved closer to his little wife, and using the opportunity to ask questions, his large palm naturally wrapped around ruan Mengmeng's soft waist, pulling her and their son, who was in his wife's arms, over.
Ruan Mengmeng, who was disgusted by other people's contact, did not realize that there was something wrong with li junyu's approach.
