On the first day of the new year, Mr. Yu, who had so many things to do, finally took a day off.

Years ago, there were a lot of things going on in the company, so he would leave early and come home late. When he got up in the morning, he was afraid of waking up Nan Song, so he even dressed and washed himself very lightly.

I started being dishonest early this morning, even though I went to bed so late yesterday.

Nan Song was terribly annoyed. He was still sleeping and muttered something unconsciously.

Yu Jinwen had sharp ears and heard clearly.

What she said was, "I want to sleep, you can do it yourself."

Come by yourself, come by yourself.

Halfway through "coming", Nan Song still woke up.

She reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at Mr. Yu, who was supporting his arms beside her. The quiet moo was filled with heat waves, and she wondered, where did he get so much physical strength?

Yu Jinwen stepped forward and kissed her, his voice hoarse, "Are you awake?"

"Nonsense, how can I not wake up if you are like this?"

Nan Song's voice sounded hoarse than his, not only because he had just woken up, but also because his voice was tired last night.

She glared at the man and said, "Young man celebrating the New Year, is this okay with you?"

Yu Jinwen raised his lips and smiled softly, "The beginning and end of the year are called beginning and end."

God has a beginning and an end.

Nan Song convinced this old man.

...

It was almost noon when the couple came out of the bathroom.

Nan Song was so anxious that he scolded Yu Jinwen for being disrespectful and had to pay New Year's greetings to his elders.

"Don't worry, there will be little Nezha this year, and we are not the protagonists."

Yu Jinwen put the pressure on his son.

Just as she was talking, Aunt Wei sent little Nezha over.

Last night, the little one slept with his grandparents. This was the most comforting thing to Nan Song. Little Nezha didn't recognize the bed or anyone, and could sleep anywhere.

Neither Feng'er, the third brother's family, nor Lancheng, the uncle's family, can do it. They have to be close to their parents, or very close to them, so that they can smell their breath.

Children are also different from child to child. Personality is partly innate. Currently, it is easier to raise little Nezha, as the little one rarely cries.

He was a quiet and handsome man when he was a child.

Nan Song took little Nezha into her arms and kissed her son's face, "Hey, my baby has new clothes. Grandma has prepared beautiful clothes. Do you like it?"
Chapter completed!