As soon as Song Rong left, Gu Jiangnian clearly felt the grip around his neck loosen.
He sighed softly, placed the milk in his hand on the dressing table.
The rooms in the Song Family's house aren't as spacious as Guanlan Villa, yet small as they are, they possess everything needed.
Gu Jiangnian held her and sat on the bench at the foot of the bed, letting her sit on his lap.
The gentle coaxing never stopped.
"Mommy's gone, Manman can let go of my neck now," the man said with a slight chuckle in his voice.
As for Mrs. Gu?
She didn't let go, but clung tighter.
The sobbing is gone.
But the tears and snot remained.
Maybe the sweater was too thick, Mr. Gu didn't feel any warmth that night.
Wanting to say something, he thought better of it and let it go.
A bit of pampering is good, Gu Jiangnian isn't afraid of his wife being spoiled, is he?
After a while, Jiang Muwan seemed to have cried enough.
Slowly lifting her head from his neck.
