Gu Xinzhou gave him a blank look, "It depends."
She turned back to work only to hear from behind, "Yes~!"
Gu Xinzhou's lips curved into a smile, her heart filled with sweetness, and she couldn't help but sigh, "I suffered so much in the first half of my life, I hope the heavens won't play me again and can give me a complete happiness this time."
Song Zhen, "Definitely!"
Song Zhen and his wife returned to their room, each carrying a tray.
Ironically, all the children had fallen asleep.
Mr. and Mrs. Song looked at each other and then at the late-night snacks on their respective trays, somewhat bemused.
They tucked the children in, adjusted the air conditioning temperature, and left with their trays.
On the dining table.
One large and three small, four bowls of shredded pork noodles were laid out there.
Gu Xinzhou smiled, "Husband, I don't have the habit of eating late-night snacks, so these are all yours, don't waste them!"