C953 Mu Mu Was the Strongest Little Mo in History
"In my dreams, I seldom dream about Jun Yan. I really don't know who she married and how she married."0
Perhaps it was because she did not have much contact with Jun Yan in her previous life. After she died, even if her soul was not destroyed, it would float everywhere. She could even hear the truth of Ms. Lan and her daughter's suicide, but she did not know about Jun Yan.
"But I have a feeling that she and Tang Yi could create sparks. I just don't know who hit her in the face."
Chuchen held Jun Hao's hand and slowly descended the mountain, walking along the stream at the foot of the mountain.
The stream was not big, but the water kept flowing. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn or winter, the stream was clear and could see the bottom. Many fish and shrimp could be seen swimming in the stream.
"Hubby, you said you were fishing with me. Let's go fishing here tomorrow and roast the fish we caught."
"Okay."
He nodded. "Hubby, you actually think Tang Yi is good, right?"
Chuchen tilted her head and asked, "Although you will beat up Tang Yi, you and grandpa both think highly of Tang Yi. Putting aside the fact that he had once been our enemy, he is really good in other aspects. He is worthy of Jun Yan."
In front of his beloved wife, Ye Junhao was honest, "From the looks of it, if the two of them are in love, I have nothing to say. However, I, Second Uncle and my family, do not want Jun Yan to marry far away. The two families are too far apart, even if our family is powerful. Sometimes, water from afar can't save fire. "
Chuchen was silent for a long time and sighed, "That's true. Faraway marriage requires a lot of courage."
The Tang Family was the local emperor in B City. Jun Yan was bullied in the Tang Family. If the Tang Family sealed off the news and put Jun Yan under house arrest, no matter how powerful the Jun Family was, there would be a delay in the news.
"Let nature take its course. Yan is a decisive person. She is not someone to be bullied. If she and Tang Yi really get together, she will have the ability to protect herself."
After a moment of silence, he continued, "I see that Master Tang doted on his wife very much. The relationship between husband and wife is harmonious and has a far-reaching impact on the child. I think once Tang Yi is sincere, he will also be like his father."
"Yes, Jun Yan is a blessed person. I believe that she will also be very happy in the future."
After the couple finished talking about Jun Yan and Tang Yi, they changed the topic to the small matter between the three of them.
After walking around for more than ten minutes, Ye Junhao wanted to take her home.
"We just went down the mountain. Let's walk for a while more. I like to walk hand in hand with you. It's not like there's a third person interrupting us."
Chuchen leaned her head on Jun Hao's shoulder. "It's rare for Mu, this Mo, to not interfere with us."
Jun Hao was amused by his wife's words. He laughed until his shoulders trembled. "Wife, don't say that Mu is Mo. He was heartbroken when he heard it. His favorite father was given to you, and you still want to say that he is Mo."
"Hahaha, he is the Little Brother between us. He can't fight, can't scold, and can't be chased away. He still needs us to pamper the Little Brother that we love. He can be considered the strongest Little Brother in history."
Mu: Mommy is bad!
It was a draw after crossing the river.
He had already given his father to his mother, but her mother actually said that he was the strongest Mo in history.
"Then wouldn't our second child be Little Four, Little Five, Little Six..."
Chuchen laughed even more happily, "Yes, yes, yes. If we continue to queue, there will be a lot of light bulbs between us husband and wife."
Ye Junhao loved and laughed at the same time.
"No matter how many children there are, in my heart, you will always be number one. You can't rank me to number five."
"Got it."
A certain woman answered very naturally, but she didn't know that after a few months, she would break her promise and rank her man to the end.
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