Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Fu Xin rolled her eyes and thought about it seriously. Then, under Jiang Xinyuanâs expectant gaze, she shook her head. âHuh? Mommy doesnât know either.â As soon as he said this, Jiang Xinyuanâs face showed a look of disbelief! It was not an exaggeration to describe it as a bolt from the blue.
The bullet screen was full of smiles.
[Fu Xin has really done all kinds of bad things!]
[You donât even kiss such a sweet little darling. What else do you want? Do you want to go to heaven?]
[Fu Xinâs heart must be made of iron!]
[Little Xinyuan is so disappointed now. My heart aches. I really want to steal a child!]
Jiang Yi, who was originally shrouded in a low pressure because he could not reunite with his wife, curled the corners of his mouth and his eyes were filled with doting.
Aunt Wang, who was beside him, couldnât help but secretly take another look at him. Because the male host alwavs had a straight face and thev didnât have many chances to meet in the past, she didnât realize that the male host was actually so good-looking when he smiled! She had never studied before and didnât know how to describe it. In any case, it was the kind that would be unforgettable for the rest of her life. Madam was also so beautiful. Aunt Wang only felt that they were very compatible, a handsome man and a beautiful woman.
In the camera, Fu Xin yawned pretentiously. âGo to sleep. You still have to wake up early tomorrow.â
Jiang Xinyuan replied with an âohâ and obediently put down his book. Then, he quietly crawled into bed. Unlike the disappointment just now, he could not help but be happy. This was because he thought about how he would be sleeping with his mother for the next seven days. Just thinking about it made him happy. But just as he was secretly happy, his mother suddenly grabbed him and kissed him hard on the cheek.
Fu Xinâs strength was so strong that it squeezed his chubby face until it deformed. Then, without caring about Jiang Xinyuanâs reaction, she pressed him into her arms and closed her eyes to sleep. Although this was the first time she was sleeping with a child, Fu Xin realized that she didnât feel awkward. It was as if they were supposed to be like this. She raised her hand to turn off the light. âGood night, baby.â
As Fu Xinâs breathing gradually stabilized, many viewers gradually left the live-stream. After all, who would watch others sleep here for no reason?
However, a few people stayed behind and heard Jiang Xinyuan mutter softly,
âGood night, Mom. Have a good dream, Mom. Can I be in the dream?â
[Although Fu Xin isnât human sometimes, her relationship with the child is really deep.]
Jiang Yi listened to his sonâs murmur and thought of Daoist Zhangâs words. âThe luck of Fu Xin and her son and the otherworldly soul is declining.â Now, he completely understood Daoist Zhangâs words. Looking at the warm atmosphere in the live-stream, he seemed to have sensed something and called Zhang Zhen directly. He had made new arrangements for tomorrowâs schedule!
The next morning, Fu Xin was still dreaming, but she suddenly felt something hot and fragrant beside her mouth. She subconsciously opened her mouth and ate the noodles with her eyes closed. Then, she slowly opened her eyes and saw Jiang Xinyuan, who had already cleaned up, looking at her by the bed with a pair of chopsticks. Seeing that she had woken up, he said happily, âMom, youâre awake!â
Jiang Xinyuan woke up early and tried all kinds of methods to wake Fu Xin up. None of them worked. However, he woke her up by whispering into Fu Xinâs ear and gently pushing her body. In the end, he had no choice but to wake her up with food. Hence, he recorded this experience. This led to Fu Xin being woken up by all kinds of delicacies every day for the next few days.
Fu Xin smacked her lips and slowly got out of bed. âWhat time is it?â
âItâs seven oâclock.â Jiang Xinyuan put down the bowl and chopsticks and went to help Fu Xin open her luggage. âMom, what are you going to wear today? How about this yellow sportswear?â
Fu Xin looked at her busy son and felt like she was being taken care of by a child. However, she didnât feel that there was anything wrong with it. Instead, she enjoyed it very much. âSure.â
Jiang Xinyuan quickly passed her the clothes and covered the camera with his own.
While Fu Xin was changing her clothes, Jiang Xinyuan started to eat the noodles. Fu Xin was a little puzzled. According to Jiang Xinyuanâs personality, he actually didnât wait for her to eat? However, compared to this, she was more curious about where the noodles came from.
Taking away the clothes on the camera, Fu Xin walked to the table. âDidnât the guests make breakfast themselves? Did the production team suddenly change the rules?â
Jiang Xinyuan quickly swallowed the noodles in his mouth and smiled. âI made it myself. When I went to get the ingredients, I saw that the village chief was also making breakfast. It was this clear soup noodle. I took a look and learned how to cook noodles! Mom, quickly wash up. The noodles are going to turn cow.