Speaking of this, Kang Chen was really proud internally. Although he was truly quite critical of the baby, that child was his son, and he still felt the pride and joy of being a father.
Ming Mei giggled: "If you weren't like this, you'd surely have an endless stream of admirers around you. I hope that when Yousheng grows up, he will be just like you."
Kang Chen held Ming Mei tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder as he snuggled up to her: "See, your husband is a good man; you just like men like me, don't you?"
Ming Mei was overwhelmed by his clinginess, "Yes, yes, I do. I used to find you secretly attractive, but now... you're shameless."
In the past... Kang Chen was aloof and handsome, abstinent and noble—someone you'd see and feel utterly unreachable.
Now...
Ming Mei just thought this man was down-to-earth, wasn't he?
Kang Chen kissed Ming Mei on the lips: "I only love your type too."
"Mmm..." There's a driver in the front, you damn bastard.
