Chapter 2591

There was a shrewd light in Zhan Hanjue's eyes: "Who said I want to stop Han Bao's love? I won't stop Han Bao's love. I just let him give up the day lilies."

Zheng Ling questioned Zhan Hanjue's point of view: "Han Bao is our own flesh and blood after all, and he will only inherit our paranoid and persistent love characteristics. When I observe Han Bao, I always feel that he has a deep affection for day lilies. If you ask him to voluntarily give up the day lilies, I'm afraid it will be harder than climbing to the sky."

Zhan Hanjue squeezed Zhengling's mouth, and said dotingly: "We will learn from Tong Bao's experience and lessons, and Han Bao will be able to pass through his rebellious period smoothly."

Zhengling looked at him: "Then I will wait and see what happens."

The husband and wife studied Han Bao's embarrassment, and began to worry about Qi Susu again.

Zhengling said with emotion: "Su Su has been the most reassuring child since he was a child, and even the girlfriend he found is also reassuring. But after all, misfortune and fortune depend on each other, and there is no sign of him falling down this time. I'm really afraid that this difficulty will be very difficult for Susu."

Zhan Hanjue smiled mysteriously: "Zhengling, don't worry. Susu's illness will be cured soon."

Zheng Ling was startled: "Where is the savior?"

Zhan Hanjue put his mouth next to Zhengling's ear and said something, and Zhengling's pupils shone brilliantly.

"Really?"

Zhan Hanjue said: "We have to keep her itinerary a secret."

Zhengling nodded excitedly: "Of course."

That night, waiting for this savior, Zheng Ling was so excited that he couldn't sleep. Zhan Hanjue finally hugged her tightly, and said in a sleepy voice: "Zhengling, don't move around. Sleep well."

Zhengling stretched out her hand to stroke Zhan Hanjue's hair at the temples, "Brother Jue, I can't sleep. I want to go to the kitchen. Make some snacks that she likes."

Zhan Hanjue fell into a drowsy sleep. He said without hesitation: "Don't waste that effort. Children don't like your cooking skills."

Zhengling's eyes widened suddenly: "You are talking nonsense, they love my pasta the most."

"They were just trying to make you happy. They ate very happily in front of you, and they were racking their brains behind their backs to think about how to let you rest your cooking skills."

Zhengling was so angry that he got up and sat down.

"Jeez Zhan Han." The voice suddenly became icy cold.

Zhan Hanjue really couldn't bear the drowsiness, so he replied in a daze: "Baby, go to sleep. If you don't sleep, you have to let me sleep, otherwise my husband will grow old easily. Then others will laugh at us as being separated from each other."

Zhengling: "..."

No wonder Zhan Hanjue works out so frequently. It turns out that he has a sense of crisis about his appearance.

Zhengling couldn't laugh or cry.

She lay beside him, quietly listening to his breathing one after another.

But when she thought of her daughter arriving in the imperial capital at dawn today, she was so excited that she couldn't sleep.

She glanced at the sleeping Zhan Hanjue, and finally understood the difference between father's and mother's love. Father's care is big and transforming, and mother's care is spring breeze and rain.

"Alas." Zhengling closed her eyes and stayed up until dawn.

When the alarm clock rang, Zhan Hanjue woke up. But seeing Zhengling staring at the ceiling with big black eyes, Zhan Hanjue felt very distressed. He looked sideways at Zhengling, and asked with concern: "Honey, you didn't sleep last night?"

Zheng Ling glared at him resentfully, "Huh." Then she turned her back to him.

Zhan Hanjue was dumbfounded: "Honey, my husband didn't mess with you, did he? Why are you ignoring me?"

Zheng Ling said in a strange way: "I'm afraid you call me baby in your mouth, but call me old witch in your heart."