Quickly wear: The male protagonist who dotes on his wife is clingy, crying and jealous.

Knowing this news, Jiang Haidong looked down upon Mu Chaohua.

On the one hand, it was because his daughter had to suffer the pain of having another child, and on the other hand, it was because he had enough to take care of three children at home.

Does Mu Chaohua want to have a lot of babies so that he will die from exhaustion and inherit his inheritance?

After taking Jiang Yun home, Mu Chaohua reflected many times and felt that maybe the previous sterilization technique was not good enough, which allowed him to slip through the net.

He had the ligation performed again and checked it over and over again before he felt relieved.

Jiang Yun looked at the man's bitter and resentful look, held his head and rubbed it strangely, "Don't want it?"

Mu Chaohua frowned, and gently put his arm around her waist, saying in a deep voice, "I always make you suffer."

"It's not hard, my husband takes good care of me every time." She lowered her head and kissed him, "Mu Chaohua, don't feel guilty."

The man turned his head in silence, his eyes sore.

The thought of Jiang Yun lying on the delivery bed made him panic.

She tried all her strength to give birth to a child, but as a man, he could do nothing to help.

"Crying?" Jiang Yun lowered her head, looked at him with smiling eyes, and wiped the corners of his eyes with her fingers, "It's up to you if our daughter likes to cry."

Mu Chaohua buried his head and took a deep breath, looked over with dark and bright eyes, and kissed her like a raindrop.

Jiang Yun smiled and pushed his face, "Okay, I won't laugh at you."

The man continued the sticky kiss, his big hand wrapped around the waist of the person in his arms and squeezed gently, his other hand clasped the back of her head, and his fingers fell into her soft long hair.

Jiang Yun murmured, and immediately pushed Mu Chaohua away when she heard a giggle in her ear.

Facing Jiang Zhimu's big and sweet smile, she pulled him over uncomfortably and pinched his face.

"Mom and dad are shy." The little guy covered his eyes and spread his fingers to look at her and Mu Chaohua.

Mu Chaohua reached out and lifted him onto his lap and sat him down. He patted his butt seriously and said, "Don't look at anything inappropriate."

"Dad loves mom?" Jiang Zhimu looked at his biological father thoughtfully.

The man frowned slightly, lowered his head and kissed the little guy's forehead, "Well, I love your mother, and I love you too."

More than seven months later, Jiang Yun gave birth to another son. Mu Chaohua saw the ugly baby again and learned to calm down.

Jiang Zhimu, however, always lay beside the bed, talking about his ugly brother, and was punished by Mu Chaohua several times.

As the four children grew up, Jiang Haidong taught them a lot. He taught them how he taught Jiang Yun at the beginning, and he teaches them now.

The eldest son and eldest daughter are relatively quiet, while the next two sons are little bullies. After they can talk, the house is full of their noisy sounds all day long. They are full of energy and don't know what tiredness is.

Fortunately, with Mu Chaohua and Jiang Haidong in charge, Jiang Yun didn't bother much.

Protecting them as they grew up, watching them succeed in their careers and get married, Jiang Yun and Mu Chaohua also grew older.

They have been in love for sixty years, and now they have finally come to the end of their lives.

In a yard full of roses, a man held his wife's hand and walked slowly under the sunset, and the sunlight stretched their shadows long.

They sat down on the hanging chair surrounded by flower vines and cuddled up against each other.

"Yunyun, am I too old to see people?"

"No, you are still a handsome old man even when you are old." Jiang Yun leaned against his shoulder and watched the last ray of sunshine disappear into the horizon.

Mu Chaohua chuckled softly, raised his hand to touch her face, and replied with a slow breath, "Honey, the handsome old man can't accompany you anymore."

He has tried very hard to live longer, but he still cannot accompany his Yunyun to the end of her life.

Tears flashed in her eyes, and Jiang Yun held his hand tightly, "Mu Chaohua, I love you."

The man closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Glittering tears fell on the back of his hands, which were getting colder. The person leaning against him also closed his eyes.