He wore a dark silver-colored silver brocade cheongsam, and his tall and slim figure was very good enough to support his clothes. It had only been a month, and Su Emei's body had already recovered very well.
When he pushed the door open and came in, Shen Mohan's face leaned towards the baby and he took a bite.
Outside the big French window, the sunshine was good. The sky was blue like Wang Qingquan, and a beam of light slanted on the father and son's faces. Everything did not seem real. A handsome man, a pink doll, this picture was as beautiful as a painting. Su E stayed for a while, and then felt that the world was stable. Time was good, and it was probably in this state.
###Chapter121,All Those Are Me Set Up!
Mr. Shen's bad friends came over, stared at the baby's pink face, and asked
