Song Shaoyan put his hand around Ning An's waist. Seeing that Ning An was still looking at her phone, he simply put his chin on her shoulder and kissed her neck: "An An, I want to know who the little baby's father is.

What does it feel like.”

"Isn't Little Candy a little baby?" Ning An continued to flip through her phone without raising her head.

"You must be under three years old...to be considered a baby."

"Then I'll talk to Jia Qi some other time and ask you to help their nanny take care of Little Zhibao for a few days."

"..." Song Shao said silently, did he have to make it clear?

"I want to take care of our baby, do you think I still have a chance?"

Ning An raised his head and smiled: "No chance, thank you."

Song Shaoyan: "..."

How about being so cruel?

"An'an, look." Song Shaoyan pointed to the photo of little Zhibao in the circle of friends, "It's so cute. I really want to hold it. Such a small child should be soft and soft when held, right?"

"If I had the same looks as you, I wouldn't be that cute."

"..." Today, there is no way to talk.

However, Song Shaoyan was not just a whim. He felt that he was getting older and had some overflowing fatherly love. He especially wanted to have another baby, maybe add a younger brother or sister to Little Candy.

But if Ning An didn't want to, he wouldn't force it. After all, giving birth to a child is a very harmful thing for a woman.

Ning An was still scrolling through Moments when he came across the little candies taken by Song Shaoyan. He couldn't help but click his tongue and said, "Look at what you took, how cute a child is like this."

"No, look at Mr. Qiao praising Little Candy for being cute." Song Shaoyan pointed to the comment below.

"Business exchanges between men."

"..." There is nothing left to talk about.

Ning An had a lot of fun looking at the little candies in the photo, and she couldn't help but look at it a few more times: "Where are you going to travel?"

"Maldives, doesn't Little Candy like the beach very much?"

“It’s time to leave New York, and I’m still a little bit reluctant to leave.”

"I know that you have feelings after living here for so long."

"Yeah... I can't bear to leave the plants and trees here..."

"It's nice to be in the capital, let's go to the university campus...and Song Residence, the newly hired housekeeper told me that it's almost finished."

"Just based on your design?"

"Well, what's wrong? Doesn't it look good?"

"good."

Ning An couldn't fault Song Shaoyan's design drawings. Although Song Shaoyan did not graduate in architectural design, his professional level was no worse than others, and the styles he designed were very beautiful.

"I was afraid that you would be dissatisfied. I expanded the garden. You once said that you wanted a bigger yard."

"Do you still remember..."

"I remember, actually I remember everything. I don't know when I started to care about you. Once I care about you, I will remember what you said."

Ning'an sighed.

It's a pity that time was wasted.

They sat side by side and chatted. Song Shaoyan also showed Huahua's video to Ning An: "Look at the little kitten you bought. It's already so big and jumping around."

"It's been a long time since you, the incompetent master, have looked at it."

"It won't take long to bring it to the capital. By then, the Song Residence will no longer be the deserted Song Residence before." Song Shaoyan began to look forward to the life back in the capital. Everything today seemed to be worth it.

But for him a few years ago, he wouldn't have dared to think about it.

The two of them were sitting on the sofa, and the sound of the TV was playing in the living room.
Chapter completed!