After a half-hour ride, Wen Meimei returned to Qiaohao Garden.
Qiao Chengxun had finished his work and was now in the baby's room, coaxing Little Moliu to sleep.
Wen Meimei stood at the door, peering through the crack to look at the loving father inside the baby room. Seeing the affectionate expression on her husband's cold and handsome face made her feel extremely happy.
Qiao King of Hell, you're really handsome when you aren't fierce.
In a short while, Little Moliu finally fell asleep, and Qiao Chengxun quietly left the baby's room.
Seeing his wife standing outside, he immediately came forward and wrapped his arm around her slender waist, lowering his head for a gentle kiss, landing on her full red lips.
"It's late, go wash up and sleep."
"Have you washed up yet?"
Wen Meimei saw him still dressed in his suit and knew her question was in vain; Qiao King of Hell didn't even know what he was busy with at home.
