Doting Your Wife to Heaven: The Return of the Rich Family

Feeling awful!

If possible, she hopes to go back to the year when she was ten years old. At that time, her father did not marry another person, and the father and daughter lived together, but they were very happy.

It's a pity that time cannot be turned back, and the lost people and things can never come back!

Two streams of clear water rolled down the cheeks, quickly soaking the pillow.

There was movement at the door, and there was a light knock on the door. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, and no one wanted to pay attention.

Just leave her alone.

The door was pushed open, and footsteps sounded, da da da.

Zheng Yuan heard the sound of her son's footsteps, quickly wiped away her tears, and sat up.

The little guy climbed onto the bed and opened his arms, "Mommy, hug the baby."

Without further ado, Zheng Yuan hugged the child tightly into her arms. The soft little body gave her great comfort.

The little guy lay obediently in her arms, rubbed his little face, and softly called Mommy.

One after another, Mummy, made her heart so soft that she couldn't help but lower her head and kiss her son's little cheek.

"What did the baby do at home?"

The little guy pouted slightly, and said in a childlike voice, "Today, I planted flowers with my grandma, and soon, I will be able to see a large area of ​​rose flowers, which are so beautiful."

Mrs. Ouyang stayed behind closed doors and didn't want to be judged by others. At this critical moment, Ouyang Yun didn't want her to go out either, so as not to cause any accidents.

But she couldn't stay idle, so she had to toss about in the garden, planting flowers and plants in different patterns every day.

Hearing her son's voice, Zheng Yuan felt much better, "You're so good."

The little guy frowned, "Mommy, play puzzles with me, I can't put together a picture, it's so annoying."

Zheng Yuan suddenly felt distressed, "Where, come, Mommy will help you."

The mother and son went to the baby's playroom. The little guy took out a puzzle, put it half together, and left half.

Zheng Yuan lay on the ground and patiently played with the child. After playing for a long time, she couldn't get it right. She frowned and poured out her brains, and instead put all her worries behind her.

Strange, no matter how you spell it, what is wrong?

It stands to reason that this will not happen.

After studying for a long time, she finally came to a conclusion. "Baby, there seems to be a piece missing."

The little guy had star-eyed eyes and was amazed, "Hey, really, Mommy is so amazing, so great."

The son's admiration gave Zheng Yuan some warmth.

After finishing the puzzle, she coaxed the little guy to sleep. After waking up, she felt much better and was not so depressed.

Covering the sleeping Zhengxiang's son with a quilt, she rolled over and sat up. When putting on her shoes, her foot slipped absent-mindedly, and the shoes flew out. When she bent down, she inadvertently glanced at something under the bed.

She took it out and looked, and was stunned for a while, and it turned out to be the missing puzzle piece.

She looked at her son soundly asleep on the bed, feeling indescribably complicated.

She is a mother, but it's too wrong for a child to worry about her.

In the next few days, my son became very clingy, no matter where he went, he would stay by his side, like a little follower.

Zheng Yuan was very patient and took her son with her wherever she went, which made Mrs. Ouyang jealous.

The little guy tugged on Zheng Yuan's clothes, looking mysterious, "Mummy, go somewhere with the baby."

Zheng Yuan was slightly surprised, "Where are you going?"

"Secret it first." The little guy ran to the dressing room and found a red silk skirt, "Mommy, you change into this dress."