Mu Jinchen sighed lowly, walked over, and rubbed her little head condescendingly, "You have always been Mr. Mu's princess." ”

Wushuang's fair-skinned and beautiful little face raised a gentle smile, in this pink dreamy world, the woman with skin like clotted fat and picturesque eyebrows softened Mu Jinchen for the whole years to come, yes, she will always be his princess.

Wushuang took out a large photo album from her childhood from the bedside table, raised it towards Mu Jinchen, the smile on her lips was a little cunning, and patted her side, "My photo album when I was a child, if you want to see it, come and sit." ”

Mu Jinchen's slender fingers rubbed against his forehead, and he smiled a little helplessly, but he still sat obediently on the princess bed, just the little woman was happy.

With this in mind, he sat down beside her and opened the happiest childhood with her.

The album is very thick, from a wrinkled dumpling to a slim girl now, there are photos of the most photos before the age of six, single, group photos, almost every one is accompanied by a sentence, at first glance is Jing Hongyuan's handwriting, vigorous and powerful, resolute and upright, but every stroke is poured into the tenderness of the iron man.

Mu Jinchen felt a lot after reading it, and said that father's love is like a mountain, and mother's love is like water, but Jing Hongyuan's love for Wushuang is both, such as a mountain is calm and heavy, like water is delicate and gentle, and such a man has been ignored by Wushuang's cold and dusty mother for 20 years, but he has always been consistent with her.

"My father is a wonderful man, and I can see that he loves you and your mother very much."

Wushuang's picturesque eyebrows were even softer, and he tilted his little head and replied proudly, "That's natural, my mother and I are both my father's princesses, and he naturally loves us, but my mother ......"

"It's going to be fine, trust me." Mu Jinchen rubbed Wushuang's shoulder, dropped a kiss between her hair, and pointed to one of the photos to instantly divert her attention, "I can't see that you were quite naughty when you were a child, was this swing made by your father?" ”

Wushuang in the photo is about four or five years old, dressed in a white princess suit, revealing white calves, bare white feet, holding the swing with both hands to the commanding heights, her long hair flying wantonly with the wind, looking up at the sun with her little head, smiling very brightly, it was her happiest childhood, holy like a little angel.

The following is a sentence written by Jing Hongyuan, "My little angel, you have to laugh like this all the time at the commanding heights of happiness." ”

Oh, she was meant to be a little angel.

He thought that if he had been there at the time, he would have heard her happy laughter like a silver bell.

The sorrow that Wushuang had just raised was dispelled by Mu Jinchen again, nodded and replied, "Naturally, there is also such a swing summer garden, which is made of imitation." ”

The man reached out and rubbed her hair again, "I'll make one for you at Scenery Bay and the twenty-ninth floor." ”

"I don't like to sit on the swing now."

"Then make one for our kids."

……

When the husband and wife went downstairs after reading the album, Jing Beitang also woke up, Jing Beitang looked at a pair of beautiful people holding hands and coming down from the stairs, holding a mustache and smiling happily like Maitreya Buddha.

"You're back, why didn't you wake up Grandpa earlier? Have you ordered the kitchen to make you food for the night? ”

"Grandpa......" Wushuang broke free from Mu Jinchen's hand, smiled and went over to hold Jingbeitang's arm.

"Grandpa." Mu Jinchen also called respectfully.

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