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Chapter 639 Helping my son celebrate his birthday for the first time

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    "Well, cherish the moment."

    She crawled into his arms, "I am very satisfied to have you in this life."

    She originally planned to tell him that she was reborn, but after hearing his truth, Chuchen decided not to tell him.

    So as not to subvert his cognition.

    "Me too. From the moment I met you, I have been waiting for you to grow up. Once we got engaged, I have been looking forward to the wedding. Chuchen, thank you."

    ¡°As an old married couple, don¡¯t say thank you to me.¡±

    Jun Hao smiled.

    Having been married for many years, it is fair to say they are an old couple.

    "Go to sleep."

    "Um."

    ¡°Maybe it was because I was distracted from thinking about those troublesome things, so I fell asleep quickly in the morning.

    A night of silence.

    In the next two days, Chuchen did not return to the company or the Golden Phoenix Villa, but stayed at the Jun family's old house.

    No matter how many times her father called her, or how many messages Mu Xiaohuan sent her to beg her or scold her, she would stay here in the old house. During the day, she would take her son to the villa while she waited for Jun Hao to go to work.  Hang out.

    The villa is so big and has beautiful scenery, so the mother and son can easily find a place that attracts them.

    The days were quite happy.

    In the evening, 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 came several times, but Chu Chen said she didn't want to see him, so the Jun family wouldn't let Mu Jing in.

    Even if it¡¯s in-laws.

    Mu Xiaohuan has also been here. She was even worse than her father. She was intercepted by the bodyguards of the Jun family at the foot of the mountain and asked to go back.

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

    After Chuchen read a few messages, he simply deleted them without even looking at them.

    Mu Xiaohuan scolded her for having no conscience, scolding her for being ungrateful, saying that Su Shu was so kind to her, and Su Shu had worried about her and Jiang Sen's affairs, but she turned against him.

    Ah!

    Chuchen was not even interested in scolding her half-sister.

    ¡°Two days after such a comfortable and quiet day, it was Mu Mu¡¯s third birthday.

    As a man and a mother in two lives, this was the first time Mu Chuchen helped his son celebrate his birthday.

    She prepared many gifts for her son. In addition to buying them, she also drew a portrait of her son herself.

    When she gave the painting to her son, before the guests arrived, Ye Junhao, who was clinging to his wife and children, couldn't help but said sourly: "Honey, how many paintings do you owe me? Although I don't  I urge you, but you can¡¯t forget it either.¡±

    It takes a long time to paint his paintings, but it is very fast to paint my son's paintings.

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    Ye Junhao took the painting from his son's hand.

    "Dad, it's me, it's me."

    Mumu knows that her mother is very good at painting, and she has also seen her mother draw her father. This is the first time that her mother painted him. Even if she does not understand how to appreciate it, Mumu is still very happy.

    "It's like a photo."

    Ye Junhao¡¯s words were both praising his wife¡¯s painting skills and also making him jealous.

    My wife painted her son very well.

    He doesn¡¯t even know when his wife painted this painting.

    Chuchen teased him: "You are so old, but you are still jealous of your son. Today is your son's birthday. As a mother, I have not done well in the past. I have never given anything I made to my son. I am the best  The only thing that has to be done is painting."

    So, she painted this painting and gave it to her son.

    She knelt down, pulled her son close to her, and asked with a smile, "Birthday boy, do you like the painting your mother gave you?"

    "I like it, thank you mom."

    "Happy birthday, Mumu!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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