Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

Tongtong had a sausage stuffed in her mouth, her cheeks bulging, and when she looked up, she saw her parents kissing again.

She quickly swallowed the sausage in her mouth and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Daddy, Mommy, Tongtong wants kisses too!"

The two men looked at each other, then lowered their heads at the same time, each taking a kiss on one of her chubby little cheeks.

Tongtong giggled, her chubby little mouth stretching wide to reveal her tiny teeth: "Mommy, Daddy, Tongtong wants to give you kisses too!"

She pouted her oily little mouth and moved closer to Mo Ye's face.

Mo Ye stepped back.

She moved closer to He Wanqing's face.

He Wanqing also stepped back.

Tongtong pouted even more, her face fell, and she said angrily, "Mommy and Daddy are mean, they don't like Tongtong! Tongtong doesn't want to be kissed!"

After saying that, he took a big bite of the sausage in his hand, his cheeks puffed out like a little hamster, and he pouted as he chewed.

She slid off the chair, squatted down in front of Tuantuan, picked out a small piece of sausage with her chubby little hands, and put it on the ground.

Tuantuan immediately lowered its head, picked up the small piece of sausage and put it in its mouth, meowing as it ate, its tail held high.

Tongtong squatted down beside them, her chubby little hands supporting her chin, watching Tuantuan eat, a satisfied smile on her face. She hadn't forgotten her little sister.

He Wanqing also ate the grilled sausage in small bites. She took a bite, chewed it, and got some sauce on the corner of her mouth. Mo Ye reached out and wiped it off for her. She turned her head and glanced at him without saying anything, but the corner of her mouth curved up.

After finishing the sausage, Mo Ye disassembled the sausage grilling machine, wiped the grease off the rollers, and then wiped the outer shell clean.

He Wanqing stood to the side and took away the bamboo skewers and plates.

Tongtong squatted on the ground playing with Tuantuan. The two of them touched heads and seemed to be talking about something.

The three of them went up to the second floor. He Wanqing took out a box of face masks from the drawer, unpacked it, and pulled out one mask.

She suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Mo Ye: "Mo Ye, lie down properly."

Mo Ye was taken aback, but he still obediently lay down on the sofa, stretched out his hand, and waited for He Wanqing to sit in his lap.

He Wanqing sat down on his lap, and Mo Ye naturally put his arm around her waist, his palm pressed against her side, warm.

"Til your head back and lean against the back of the sofa," He Wanqing said.

Mo Ye did as instructed, tilting his head back and looking at the ceiling.

From his perspective, all he could see was He Wanqing's chin and her face as she unpacked a face mask.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

He Wanqing waved the face mask in her hand: "I'll put a face mask on you."

Mo Ye was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head: "Why would a grown man like me wear a face mask?"

He Wanqing glared at him, her tone carrying an undeniable seriousness: "Your skin is good now, but you still need to protect it to prolong its lifespan."

Mo Ye opened his mouth, as if to say something. He Wanqing spoke first, her voice cool and threatening: "If you become ugly, you won't be sleeping with me anymore."

Mo Ye immediately shut up.

How can this be allowed?

He had gotten used to sleeping with the sweet and soft He Wanqing in his arms.

He obediently lay down, then leaned his face closer, saying earnestly, "Apply it, I have to apply it every day. I'm a delicate boy."

He Wanqing nodded in satisfaction and reached out to pinch his cheek: "Your face is mine, you know? It's for me to see."

She unpacked the face mask and slowly peeled the mask sheet off the plastic film.

She bent down, pinched the edge of the face mask with both hands, aimed it at Mo Ye's face, and carefully applied it.

From forehead to bridge of nose, and from bridge of nose to chin, smooth it out little by little, getting rid of every single air bubble.

After applying the face mask, Mo Ye felt a cool and refreshing sensation on her face, which was quite comfortable.

He opened his eyes and blinked: "It feels pretty good."

He Wanqing was wiping the excess serum off her hands, and said without looking up:

"It must be great, it costs tens of thousands of yuan per piece, don't you think?"

Mo Ye was taken aback.

Although he's not short of money, this isn't about the money; this thing is covered in gold!

Girls' money is indeed easy to earn.

"Let me put one on for you too." He sat up and took a new face mask from He Wanqing's hand.

He Wanqing nodded, leaned back on the sofa, tilted her head back, and closed her eyes.

Mo Ye opened the packaging, peeled the mask sheet off the plastic film, and held it in her hand. It felt slippery and she couldn't unfold it no matter what she did.

He held the face mask in both hands, shook it in the air, and then shook it again, almost dropping the mask to the ground.

He Wanqing waited for a long time without any movement. When she opened her eyes, she saw Mo Ye struggling with the face mask, his expression as serious as if he were defusing a bomb.

She sighed. "Give it to me."

Mo Ye quickly handed her the face mask, afraid of wasting this paper that cost tens of thousands of yuan.

He Wanqing took it, and with a slight tremor of her fingers, the face mask unfolded, her movements as practiced as if she had done it hundreds of times.

She handed the face mask back to her: "Here, you can put this on."

Mo Ye took the face mask, held the edges with both hands, and carefully applied it to He Wanqing's face.

After applying it, he noticed something was off: there was too much on his forehead, too little on his chin, and a crease on his nose.

He reached out and pulled the mask to the left, causing the right side to wrinkle.

I pulled it to the right, and then the left side wrinkled up.

He fiddled with it for several minutes, pulling here and there.

He Wanqing closed her eyes and let him do as he pleased.

Finally, Mo Ye stopped, stepped back to examine the area, and nodded in satisfaction: "All done."

He Wanqing opened her eyes and looked at him.

Looking at He Wanqing with a face mask on, Mo Ye suddenly felt like laughing.

Anyone who has ever used a face mask knows that smiling while wearing one is a disaster; the mask will wrinkle, crease, and even lift off your face.

Looking at his expression, He Wanqing knew what he was laughing at, and she wanted to laugh too.

The two stared at each other, their lips twitching simultaneously.

Mo Ye tried desperately to purse his lips, and He Wanqing also tried desperately to purse her lips, but they couldn't suppress their laughter. The more they tried to hold it in, the more they wanted to laugh.

The face masks wrinkled on both of their faces at the same time, squeezing out several creases from the sides of their noses.

He Wanqing finally couldn't help but chuckle, and reached out to slap him: "You just want to ruin my face mask! What are you laughing at!"

Mo Ye was slapped by her, and the laughter he had been holding back finally burst out, and he laughed out loud.

His smile made He Wanqing unable to hold back either; the corners of her mouth curved up, and her face mask wrinkled again.

She quickly tried to smooth out the wrinkles with her hands, but as soon as she smoothed one side, the other side wrinkled again.

She glared at Mo Ye, but Mo Ye had already closed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and had a slight smile on his lips.

Seeing his expression, He Wanqing couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile, then quickly stopped herself, leaned back on the sofa, and closed her eyes...