Daddy, Here Is Mommy

"Brother Yan, let's do it like this for now. "Listen to what Grandpa Fu said, Daddy's Mommy will be back soon."    

"Yeah. "Daddy, you have to take good care of Mei Gege …"    

Lin Yanyan's thick and slender eyelashes blinked as he 'solemnly' warned.    

"Don't worry."    

Lu Yiyao said with certainty and brevity.    

"Yes, Daddy, Mei Gege Bye-Bye."    

Lin Yanyan said happily.    

"Brother Yan, bye-bye."    

After Lu Yiyao said that, he hung up.    

"Lu Yiyao, do you know what you just said?"    

After Lin Ange confirmed that the call had ended, her eyebrows sank as she spoke angrily to him.    

"Am I wrong?"    

Lu Yiyao raised his eyebrows and asked.    

"You're talking nonsense."    

"What nonsense is this? "Your little darling has it, but my little cotton-padded jacket?"    

Lu Yiyao chuckled, wrapped his arms around her neck and gently pulled her into his embrace. The sharp lips landed unerringly on her smooth forehead. Following which, her lips slowly fell, resting on her pink earlobes as she spoke softly.    

"Girl, why don't you give me a daughter?"    

It was said that her daughter was her father's little girl from his previous life, and every man hoped to see her again in this life.    

He too, was filled with anticipation. At the same time, he hoped that his daughter would look like Lin Ange.    

"…"    

A thin but cold breath was poured onto Lin Ange's white porcelain neck. Her ears went numb, and her back tensed up.    

She looked at Lu Yiyao, not knowing how to answer him.    

If Lin Yanyan was a gift from heaven, she hoped that their second child was the natural result of their love.    

"Little girl …"    

Seeing that she was a bit dazed, Lu Yiyao quickly embraced her and called out gently.    

Lin Ange's small chin was pressed against his neck, and their two cheeks were touching. Their breathing was intertwined.    

Their heartbeats quickened.    

"Lu Yiyao …"    

She called him softly.    

"Little girl, don't worry. Even if I have a small cotton-padded jacket, I won't worry. The woman I love the most is still you! "    

Lu Yiyao slightly turned his head, kissed her neck and solemnly swore.    

"…"    

When Lin Ange heard this, she felt as if a feather had gently brushed against her heart. It was a feeling that could not be described with words.    

Lu Yiyao suddenly held her hot cheeks, while Mo Tong was moved.    

Gradually, his emotions became difficult to control.    

Her cold face turned slightly to the side and pressed against her lips.    

Four lips touching, tossing and turning.    

"Ugh …"    

Lin Ange didn't expect him to act so quickly when he had just said that he was going to have a daughter.    

Did this man not want his life?    

With both hands on his sturdy muscles and bones, he gave them a violent push as he spoke with incomparable hatred.    

"Lu Yiyao, are you going to have a meeting later?"    

"It's fine."    

Lu Yiyao's face looked as if he wanted to continue, but his well-defined facial features were covered with a layer of moving light red. Even her cold lips were suffused with a layer of crimson as well, and there was a faint glimmer of water on them.    

He wanted it.    

But I can't take it.    

To a man, this feeling was like being tortured in ten places.    

No matter how strong his patience was, he still felt uncomfortable.    

His firm chest heaved, and the deep black pupils stared at her unblinkingly.    

"Little girl, come help me …"    

Before he could finish his words, he heard a light knock on the door of the ward.    

"Someone's coming …"    

Lin Ange stood up in a hurry, tidying up her wrinkled clothes before walking to the door of the ward.    

He took a deep breath and opened the door.    

"Madam."    

The person standing at the door was Ding Mo, who was wearing a smart suit.    

"Assistant Ding …"    

When Lin Ange saw that he was in high spirits, she could not tell that his leg had been seriously injured.    

"Your leg?"    

"It's fine, just a little flesh wound. It's almost healed."    

Ding Mo pursed his lips and smiled.    

"Oh, come in."    

Upon hearing his words, Lin Ange felt much more at ease.    

Ding Mo nodded slightly and walked in. His pace was steady, and no outsider would be able to tell anything wrong. Only he himself knew. With every step he took, the wound on his leg, which had yet to fully heal, would tear apart his tendons and bone, and the heart would feel a piercing pain.    

"CEO, it's time to prepare."    

Ding Mo walked up to Lu Yiyao's bed and reminded him.    

"What time is it?"    

Lu Yiyao's thin lips slightly opened as he faintly asked.    

"Seven forty-five."    

Ding Mo raised his wrist to look at the time, then frowned and said seriously.    

"Alright, get ready."    

Lu Yiyao squinted his eyes and nodded.    

"Alright."    

Ding Mo answered, then turned his head towards Lin Ange and said respectfully.    

"Madam, I'll head over to the office first. The position of the CEO is up to you. "    

"Alright, go ahead."    

Lin Ange's face was tense and her eyes were firm. She pursed her lips.    

With that, Ding Mo turned around and left.    

"Assistant Ding, you're really alright?"    

Lin Ange looked at his back and said with worry.    

"What do you care about other men? You still care about your husband, right? "    

Lu Yiyao was a bit speechless.    

Lin Ange pouted, then glanced at him warmly.    

"Incomprehensible."    

He turned around and began to busy himself.    

Lu Yiyao smiled happily as he watched her leave.    

He liked to see her and be busy for him.    

It made him feel at home.    

His ideal life.    

It was he who fought outside for the family he loved and gave them their best lives. And every time he came home, he would see the person he loved, and the little orange lamp that was left for him, and he would be satisfied.    

Lin Ange returned very quickly with a basin of warm water in her hand. Behind him was a nurse with two paper bags.    

"Alright, give it to me."    

Lin Ange put down the basin and took the paper bag from the nurse.    

The nurse pursed her lips, nodded, and went out, closing the door softly behind her.    

Lu Yiyao washed his face and scratched his stubbly chin. Lin Ange carefully cleaned his men's skincare products and adjusted his messy black hair.    

He seemed to be in high spirits.    

Then she began to help him change his clothes.    

Even though the two of them had already been intimate with each other before, she still felt a little embarrassed.    

Her scaly fingers pulled at the straps of her hospital gown...