My Reborn Wife Is Delicately Pretty

She burrowed into his arms, "I'm already very satisfied to have you in my life."    

Originally she planned to tell him that she was reborn, but after hearing the truth from him, Chuchen still did not say anything.    

In order to avoid subverting his understanding.    

"Me too. From the moment I set my mind on you, I have been waiting for you to grow up and get married. I have been waiting for the wedding to come. Chuchen, thank you."    

"I am an old wife. Don't say thank you to me."    

Jun Hao smiled.    

Having been married for so many years, it was reasonable to say that she was my old wife.    

"Go to sleep."    

"Alright then."    

Perhaps because Chuchen diverted her attention away from those troublesome matters, she quickly fell asleep.    

The night passed without a word.    

For the next two days, Chuchen did not return to the company, nor did she return to Golden Phoenix Villa District. She just stayed in Jun Family's Residence.    

No matter how many times her father called her, no matter how many messages Mu Xiaohuan sent to beg or scold her, she stayed at the old residence. During the day, when Jun Hao went to work, she would bring her son to stroll around the villa.    

The villa was so big and the scenery was beautiful. The mother and son could easily find a place to attract them.    

Their lives were quite happy.    

In the evening, the mother and son were at the foot of the mountain, bathing in the sunset, waiting for Ye Junhao's return.    

During this period, Mu Jing had come several times, but Chuchen said that she did not want to see him, so the people of Jun Family did not let Mu Jing in.    

Even if it was a relative's home.    

Mu Xiaohuan had also come before. She was more embarrassed than her father. At the foot of the mountain, she was intercepted by the bodyguards of Jun Family. Please return.    

Mu Xiaohuan was so angry that she sent messages to Chuchen one after another, scolding Chuchen badly.    

After Chuchen saw a few messages, she simply deleted them without even looking at them.    

Mu Xiaohuan scolded her for having no conscience and scolded her for being ungrateful, saying that Su Shu was so good to her. At that time, Su Shu had been worried about the matter between her and Chung Sen, but in the end, she turned hostile and refused to acknowledge anyone.    

Ha!    

Chuchen did not even have the interest to scold her half-sister.    

After living such a peaceful and peaceful life for two days, it was Mu's third birthday.    

She had lived two lives and was a mother in two lives. This was the first time Mu Chuchen helped her son celebrate his birthday.    

She prepared a lot of gifts for her son. Apart from the gifts she bought, she also personally drew a portrait of her son.    

When she gave that painting to her son, before the guests arrived, Ye Junhao, who was sticking to his wife and son, could not help but say sourly, "Wife, how many paintings do you owe me? Although I'm not pressing you, you can't forget about it. "    

It would take a long time to draw his paintings, but his son's paintings were very fast.    

Furthermore -    

Ye Junhao took the painting from his son.    

"Dad, it's me, it's me."    

Mu knew that his mother was very good at drawing. He had also seen his mother draw his father. It was his mother's first time drawing him. Even if he did not know how to appreciate it, Mu was still very happy.    

"It looks like a picture."    

Ye Junhao's words were praising his wife's drawing skills, but at the same time, he was also jealous.    

His wife drew his son too well.    

He didn't even know when his wife drew this painting.    

Chuchen pouted and pouted at him, "How old are you? You even compete with your son for the beauty and jealousy. Today was his son's birthday. As a mother, I didn't do well in the past. I didn't give anything that I personally made to my son. The thing I can do the most is draw."    

Thus, she drew this painting and gave it to her son.    

She squatted down and pulled her son closer before asking with a smile, "Little birthday girl, do you like the painting Mom gave you?"    

"Yes, thank you Mom."    

"Mu, happy birthday!"