Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

The dean immediately trot to donate his private medicine and put it on the table.

Ye Muyun took a look at the ingredients. It was a Chinese patent medicine, but it was fully issued.

He opened it and smelled it, the smell was sweet.

"Or, let me change Mr. Ye's packaging!" The dean said understandingly.

His Master Ye had no objection. After the dean was replaced, he asked quietly: "This medicine, you put it in the office, it's not for your wife!"

The dean wiped his sweat and felt embarrassed: "Mr. Ye, my wife is the head nurse here. Sometimes my working hours are opposite to me. Some things can only be solved in the office nearby."

Ye Muyun got up and glared at him.

The dean in his fifties didn't know where he had offended Mr. Ye, and he knew that he was kind.

Although I felt uneasy, thinking about Mr. Ye always taking the medicine away, I felt a lot more relieved when I thought about it.

Because Xueer was fine, so he took her home that night, and the car drove slowly for an hour. When she returned to the villa, she was a little closer.

She was slightly hurt behind her back, he held her upstairs, thinking about it, he took her into his bedroom and took good care of him at night.

The light in the bedroom was dizzy, he put her on the soft big bed, changed her pajamas, and lay on his side.

Kneeling on her side, her finger lightly touched her small face.

After watching for a long time, I took a shower in the bathroom.

I originally wanted to sleep with her, but after thinking about it, I slept on the sofa.

The lights were dimmed, and he could see her small face when he lay down.

Ye Muyun held a small medicine bottle between his fingers, his eyes were a little deep, and he struggled a little.

He wants her, but he doesn't want to force... What's the point of that?

In the middle of the night, a villain came in from the door, first saw his own numbness, his small mouth opened wide, as if he was scared!

Later, when he saw that Ye Sansan was sleeping on the sofa, the little person was relieved.

The little guy stared at Ye Sansan for a long time, then suddenly climbed onto the bed, his fat little body hugging his mother.

He wants to protect his mother!

Xue'er hasn't been awake, but Ye Muyun has been watching the little guy's clumsy performance, and she wants to laugh.

The sadness in Cai's heart has also faded a little.

No matter what, they are now by their side, Cher, and their children.

In the dim light, he looked at his woman and his child, and finally fell asleep when the day was about to break.

When he woke up, there was a little thing in his arms, and when he opened his eyes, it turned out to be the fat little thing.

Obviously, the little thing didn't wake up, but slept in a dazed manner, and looked very cute.

His hair is very similar to Xueer's childhood, with some curls on his forehead and the smell of custard packets on his body.

He missed the smell, so he held the little guy in his arms and sniffed deeply.

Very good smell.

The little guy opened one eye and looked at Ye Muyun, his eyelids drooping again.

The chubby little hand hugged his neck, and he called out softly: "Three three."

Thirty-three?

Ye Muyun thought she had heard it wrong, frowned, "Yi Shu?"

"Sansan!" The little guy was buried in his arms, and his little feet sneaked into his arms to keep warm. "Uncle will be called Ye Sansan from now on."

Ye Muyun couldn't laugh or cry, it was three, and Lan Yu was three!

He is the original match.

authentic.

It is this custard bag, which is also the product he exported.