At three o'clock in the morning, a family of three was on the sofa of Fu Zhining's house, and the milk that returned home from the expedition ate ate a supper, nestled in the arms of the life-saving benefactor, and fell asleep peacefully.

This family really can't do without Mr. Lin.

The man leaned into the little girl's ear and asked in a low voice, "An An, who did you just say I was milk?" Fu Zhining was overly nervous just now, completely forgetting the subconscious name and the fact that they had "broken up", she shook her head with a misty expression.

Lin Yize asked himself, "You said I was the father of milk." He put the accent on the last two words, happy to be a father

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