"I never knew you bought me so many things," Lian Xinying said, hugging the box of jewelry, her face full of emotion.
So sappy it's cheesy.
"One doesn't know one's blessings while living in the midst of them," Yan Ye simply replied to her before stepping out the door, holding his son.
"Why is mommy hugging the box instead of the baby?" Xiaocheng sulkily voiced.
"Because you weigh much more than the box!" Yan Ye replied mercilessly.
"Wah wah, if the baby is heavy... mommy won't hold him?" Xiaocheng suddenly felt the air thinning, making it hard to breathe!
"Right. You just be good and let me hold you! I won't mind that you're chubby," Yan Ye said, each word serious and sincere, with no hint of jest in his tone.
Lian Xinying was quite speechless.
Was it really okay to tease their son like this?
Back home, after giving Xiaocheng a bath, the little fellow was so sleepy he dozed off.
