Young Master Chu’s Guide to Spoiling his Wife

Children under three years old are much more difficult to take care of than when they were just born. They can talk and laugh, run and make troubles, they have so many questions every day, and they are completely curious babies.

They call their mothers, but they don't understand who their mothers are. Chu Xiaoxi remembered that when they first knew how to speak, every time An Jingyan called his mother, they would join in the fun, and the shouting Chu Xiaoxi was panicked.

After Chu Yichen corrected them many times, they realized that she was not their mother. Their mother is not here now, far away.

There are still pictures of Gu Xiaoxiao everywhere in Chu Yichen's home. The wedding photos are still displayed in a conspicuous place, unchanged.

When the two little babies go to bed every night, they want to say goodnight to Gu Xiaoxiao's picture. Chu Yichen told them that Gu Xiaoxiao had gone to work and would return when they grew up. Children are always cheating, so they believe it.

It was another winter of the year, and November was very difficult for Chu Yichen. Because in this month, there are too many memories of him and Gu Xiaoxiao.

It's November again when I once had her.

It's November again when I lost her now.

Chu Yichen stood by the window, staring outside. The sky is dizzy, and the first snow of this year just came.

"Dad, eat!"

The child's voice interrupted Chu Yichen's contemplation. He looked down at the little thing beside his leg. He slowly leaned over and picked him up and walked to the sofa.

Chu Muran held an apple in her hand and gave it to Chu Yichen's mouth like a treasure. Next to him, Chu Muqian was playing with toys, looked at them, and did not join.

Chu Yichen held her daughter in her arms and looked at the time, thinking they should take a shower and go back to the room.

"I want to go out and play."

Just as Chu Yichen coaxed Mu Ran, Chu Muqian over there suddenly spoke.

"It's too late, I'll play again tomorrow." Chu Yichen frowned, shook his head and refused.

Chu Muqian narrowed his mouth, looked at him stubbornly, didn't even want to blink his eyes, and repeated the words just now.

"I want to go out and play."

Chu Yichen sighed and said seriously: "Look at the time, it's nine thirty now. If you go back upstairs to sleep, I will take you and your sister to the hot springs for skiing next month. If you don't sleep, , You can go out to play, but next month, I will only bring one sister, you choose."

After listening to Chu Yichen's words, Chu Muqian lowered his head for a moment, then moved and climbed off the sofa.

The short legs slowly landed, probed, and stepped on the slippers. No longer looking at Chu Yichen, he twisted his **** and walked upstairs.

"Dad, what is the hot spring?" Chu Muran asked curiously with her arms around Chu Yichen's neck.

Chu Yichen hugged her, walked slowly behind Chu Muqian, and replied in a low voice: "Take a bath."

"Then are we soaking in hot springs every day?"

Still don't quite understand what "soaking in hot springs" is, Chu Muran pouting her little mouth unhappy.

"Of course not, the hot spring is much more comfortable than this."

Back to the room, put the two of them on the bed, Chu Yichen lay beside them, took the storybook on the side, looked through it, and chose the story to tell them today.

"When will mother come back to see us?"

Chu Muqian turned to look at the photos on the bedside table, and after looking at it for a while, he threw Chu Yichen such a difficult question to answer.