Early in the morning, Gu Qianqian was taken out of the house by Lu Zhanbei, leaving her no time for a good morning kiss with her son.
"What's up with you? Are you sulking with our son?"
"He had you for three years, now it's my turn..."
"Pfft..."
Unable to hold back her laughter, Gu Qianqian glances at him, "Can you choose your words more carefully? What do you mean by 'had'?"
"Like this..."
As he spoke, the man forcefully pulled her into his arms. Lu Zhanbei rarely smiled like a child, "That's what I mean by 'had'..."
Such a domineering act, charming yet with a hint of childishness. To others, it might seem immature, but for someone like Lu Zhanbei, who had always been mature and cold since a young age, it brought an unusual kind of charm.
Gu Qianqian leaned against him enjoying herself, "You're in your thirties, how come you're still like a kid?"
"Because you haven't grown up yet, how dare I grow old?"
His words were so sweet, they were almost saccharine...
