Even though he was older, Huo Shaoting was still very charming. He leaned along the sofa and gently hugged Wen Man's waist.
Wen Man wanted to say something to him, but turned to look at her husband's gentle eyes.
She said nothing.
Looking back, Mianmian's voice was sweet: "Don't be afraid, Mianmian! My butt doesn't hurt anymore! Dad took my mother and I to eat steak. Mianmian wants to eat it next time."
Wen Man knew as soon as she heard that she was going to the French restaurant she opened.
When she was young, she would occasionally play the piano.
I've been too lazy to move in the past few years. It seems I haven't been there for a year or two. I didn't expect Mianmian to like it so much.
Wen Man couldn't help but smile.
She said to Huo Xi, "If I get that restaurant in your name someday, I'll treat it as a gift to Mianmian."
Huo Xi flipped through the magazine and raised his eyes: "Mom, how old is Mianmian? Besides, children don't like the same thing more than five times."
Wen Man was about to speak.
Huo Shaoting coughed lightly: "Just accept your mother's wishes!"
He said it rather awkwardly.
Huo Xi knew that her father was protecting his precious wife and was worried about her being disappointed.
She walked to Huo Shaoting.
Just like when I was a child, I held my father's arm and said, "Okay, I'll take it."
Huo Shaoting slapped her: "That's pretty much it!"
Looking at Huo Xi�s calm face,
He suddenly realized that Huo Xi was becoming more and more like her mother. When she was young, her personality was very similar to his... quite arrogant.
Maybe it's because I love and adore my heart so much.
But he could also see that the two children were getting along well now.
Feeling a little relieved.
At this time, another worried person came down from upstairs. Huo Xi looked up and was a little surprised: "Yun Si?"