1107: C1107 So Sweet!

C1107 So Sweet!

"A show?"

Ye Junhao had never seen a show in his life, and no one dared to invite him to a show, let alone invite him to a show.

This was a Golden Buddha.

Of course, his wife had invited him to a show, but he didn't charge money. He would serve his wife for free. Besides, this was the child costume that his wife had designed for him and Mu. Of course, he and his son had to show off the elegance of the child costume.

"Alright."

Chuchen carefully displayed his expression and confirmed that he was not unwilling. She then relaxed and said, "I'm afraid that you won't agree. You are the young master of Jun Family. You are also the leader of Jun's Group. In the hearts of the people of Jin City, you're a god-like existence."

He was willing to go on stage and show off for her new product. It was his love for her.

Jun Hao could not help but laugh. He pampered her and said, "That is the child costume that you designed for us. If you don't let us go on that show, I will not be happy."

He stood up and held her hand. "Chuchen, no matter when or what happens, as long as you speak to me, I will satisfy you."

"Hubby, it is good to have you."

Instead of holding her hand to hug her shoulder, Jun Hao took her out of the room. "My good, it's all for you."

So sweet!

Chuchen felt that even honey was not as sweet as Jun Hao's sweet words.

"Grandfather has helped me take a look. He said that next Tuesday will be a good day. It is suitable to send the betrothal gifts to the Ling Family."

"Could it be a little rushed?"

"Your brother is really unlucky."

Jun Hao understood Mu Zhiyuan's impatience very well.

"I'm just afraid that my brother is not prepared enough."

"You said that your brother took out all his belongings as a betrothal gift for Ling Tong. What else is not enough?"

Chuchen smiled, "That's right. It's just that the betrothal gift I added for my brother is not ready yet."

"You don't have to worry. There are so many people in our family. With so many elders around, they can arrange it properly."

"I promised to help my brother with the wedding matters, but in the end, I have to trouble your elders."

Jun Hao gently pinched her hand. "Grandfather is very sad when he heard that. Isn't my family also your family? If a family doesn't talk about two families and let them worry about it, they will be happy as if it was nothing. It has been a long time since Jun Family had a happy occasion."

Chuchen stuck out her tongue playfully.

She couldn't blame Mu Xiaohuan and Shen Yuyi for wanting to marry into the Jun Family and marry Jun Hao. Who wouldn't want to marry such a good man and such a good family?

Currently, there were still seven young masters in the Jun Family who were single. Other than the fifth brother who already had a goal, there were also six who were empty and were being watched by countless people.

"When you were sleeping, your father stopped Zhiyuan and wanted to reconcile with him. He wanted to arrange Zhiyuan's marriage, but he was rejected."

Chuchen restrained her smile, "My brother's hatred towards my father is deeper than mine. It is very difficult for my brother to forgive him again, unless..." Her father was dead.

Chuchen did not say these kinds of mourning words.

No matter how biased her father was, she did not want her father to die.

"With us, Zhiyuan's marriage can be very lively. We will not let him and Ling Tong feel wronged."0

Chuchen nodded heavily.

Really, it was great to have Jun Hao around!

She would think of everything and make arrangements for her.

All she needed to do was to hide behind him and live a peaceful and happy life. It would be fine as long as she took care of the baby.

"Huh?"

Chuchen suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Jun Hao asked with concern. When he saw her touch her stomach, his expression changed drastically. He asked in a panic, "Wife, is it that your stomach is not feeling well? Is it going to give birth?"

Chuchen,... "" A flock of crows flew over their heads.

Her husband's intelligence was being nagged by those crows.

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