Jian Qing stood up and turned around, and Xiya couldn't help but whistle, "Tsk tsk, Jian, if I were a man, I would definitely pursue you."
Such a seductive fairy, she almost turned her gay.
What a couple, the husband handsome, the wife beautiful.
Jian Luo glanced at Jian Qing and smiled, "Sis, you're awesome."
Jian Qing chuckled, stepping forward in her high heels just as Seventeen and Nineteen reached out their little hands toward her.
They wanted to be held, they wanted Mommy to hold them.
Jian Qing looked at the two little treasures, feeling a bit troubled.
If she picked up one, the other would cry.
Just as she was feeling melancholic, Quan Jingwu came over and scooped up Seventeen from across the way, "Here, Daddy will hold you."
Now Jian Qing didn't need to worry, and she reached out to pick up Nineteen.
"Nineteen, be good and stay with Uncle, Mommy will come and hold you after the photo shoot," she kissed his little face and handed Nineteen to Jian Luo.
