Assistant to My Contracted Husband

Just kidding, Qin Mu has always thought of himself as peerlessly elegant, a charming rascal, someone you can’t help but take a second look at.

"Hmm..."

"Haha, I just think that kind, amiable people are all handsome and good-hearted."

In the little girl’s worldview, there isn’t much right or wrong, only a general sense of good and bad.

Such an innocent and adorable person, Qin Mu wants to protect fiercely.

Qin Mu’s dark eyes were full of warmth, his lips curved up.

"Yes, Jiujiu, you’re right..."

...

The warm interaction between Qin Mu and Jiujiu made the atmosphere in the living room more joyful and harmonious.

Hua Nuan’s gaze was initially on Little Wanzi, then she couldn’t help but look at Huo Zun beside her.

Hmm, someone’s envy and jealousy, she can feel it clearly.

Huo Zun’s blue eyes were mostly glued to Little Wanzi, liked her immensely, really passionate.

Hua Nuan chuckled silently, feeling this way about Huo Zun, thinking men are just big boys.

Always hoping for a daughter but never had one...

Hua Nuan couldn’t resist poking Huo Zun’s arm, signaling him to look at the little one in her arms, then whispered: "Actually, we have one..."

"Hmph..."

Hua Nuan: "..."

Really is a big boy.

Can’t picture the usually strategic man now acting like a big kid, feeling down...

"Alright, alright, how about I have a daughter for you later?"

"What if it’s still a boy?"

Hua Nuan: "..."

Huo Zun’s words were so logical that Hua Nuan couldn’t find a reason to refute.

This really is an issue.

Hua Nuan forced a smile, tentatively said: "Not necessarily..."

Huo Zun heard Hua Nuan comforting him, pursed his thin lips, directly said: "Yes, what if we have twins and they’re both boys."

Hua Nuan: "..."

"Well..."

"Triplets, quadruplets also all boys?"

Hua Nuan: "..."

Finished.

Hua Nuan was deflated.

She couldn’t find words to rebut what the man said.

"Hmm."

Just let the man keep casting his resentful gaze at the little one in her arms.

Doesn’t matter.

Who made the man so smug directly, yeah, having a son is also okay, they say sons are the father’s love rival from past life, let these father and son love and combat later.

...

Tang Bao needed to shoot a charity ad, so Jian Anguo took the little girl ahead.

Little Cubao sometimes stuck like chewing gum to Little Wanzi’s side, Qin Song helped block.

The implication is that Little Wanzi is the Qin Family’s sister and needs to be well protected, fend off wolves.

"Hmph, Brother Qin Song, if you don’t let me play with Jiujiu, I won’t let you play with sister..."

Qin Song wore a small suit, a bow tie at his neck, grew up a bit compared to the former little gentleman, started elementary school, in contrast, Little Cubao also wore a little denim outfit, but only reached Qin Song’s waist.

The height difference between the two was obvious, adults found it amusing, at home, having big kids leading little ones makes the family lively.

Struck by Little Cubao’s young age directly hitting the nail on the head, Qin Song’s handsome face reddened slightly.

"Then what do you want?"

Gu Jinchen squinted his eyes, putting on the mature facade of an adult.

"Let me think... hehe, this works, you lend me Little Wanzi, and I’ll lend you sister... mutually, alright?"

"Deal."

After Qin Song and Gu Jinchen reached a deal, he immediately stopped blocking Little Wanzi, letting Little Cubao play blocks with Little Wanzi.

In fact, though Gu Jinchen was only four years old, it was no problem for him to play with blocks meant for ten-year-olds.

Whether animal, bridge, or car, he could ease them into shape.

The stuff he often put together left Little Wanzi astonished, she couldn’t help but clap and cheer.

"Wow, Brother Jinchen is amazing."

"Yeah, these are pretty simple for me."

In reality, no one is born a genius, Gu Jinchen also learned to play with blocks by referring to books, his memory is quite good, sees once and remembers, hence knowing Qin Jiuxi enjoys these things, Gu Jinchen often tinkers, conveniently shows off sometimes.

"Wow, Brother Jinchen, can you teach me? I really want to learn."

"Hmm, I’ll consider, my time is quite tight, rather busy."

"Uh, okay."

Pretending to be profound.

What can a four-five year old kid be busy with?

Every time Jian Ran saw her son acting like this, her heart was full of disdain.