Chapter 439 Sending an Invitation Card (3)

Mu Jinchen sighed softly, walked over, and rubbed her little head condescendingly, "You have always been Mr. Mu's princess."

Wushuang's fair and beautiful face raised a gentle smile. In this pink dreamy world, the woman with skin as white as cream and eyebrows as beautiful as paintings softened Mu Jinchen's entire future years. Yes, she will always be his princess.

Wushuang took out a big album of her childhood photos from the bedside table and raised it to Mu Jinchen. The smile on her lips was a little cunning, and she patted her side, "My childhood album, come and sit if you want to see it."

Mu Jinchen rubbed his slender fingers against his forehead, smiled helplessly, but still sat obediently on the princess bed. That's it, as long as the little woman is happy.

Thinking of this, he sat down beside her and turned over her happiest childhood with her.

The album is very thick, with photos from a wrinkled pink ball at birth to a graceful young lady now. Most of the photos are before the age of six, with both individual and group photos. Almost every photo is accompanied by a sentence, which is obviously Jing Hongyuan's handwriting. It is vigorous, resolute and upright, but every stroke is filled with tenderness.

Mu Jinchen was deeply touched after reading it. It is said that father's love is like a mountain and mother's love is like water, but Jing Hongyuan's love for Wushuang is both, as steady and heavy as a mountain, and as delicate and gentle as water. Such a man was left alone by Wushuang's cold and elegant mother for twenty years, but he was always consistent with her.

"Father is an amazing man. You can see that he loves you and mother very much."

Wushuang's picturesque eyebrows became softer. She tilted her head and answered proudly, "Of course, my mother and I are both my father's princesses. He naturally loves us, but my mother..."

"It will be fine, believe me." Mu Jinchen rubbed Wushuang's shoulders, kissed her hair, and pointed to one of the photos to instantly divert her attention. "I can't tell that you were quite naughty when you were a child. Was this swing made by your father?"

Wushuang in the photo was about four or five years old. She was wearing a white princess dress, revealing her chubby calves and bare white feet. She swung to the commanding height with her hands on the swing. Her long hair flew freely with the wind. She tilted her head to face the sun and smiled brightly. That was her happiest childhood, as holy as a little angel.

The following is a sentence written by Jing Hongyuan, "My little angel, you must keep smiling like this at the commanding height of happiness."

Oh, she was originally a little angel.

He thought that if he was there at the time, he would definitely hear her silver bell-like happy laughter.

Wushuang's newly-risen melancholy was dispelled by Mu Jinchen. She nodded and replied, "Of course, there is also a swing like this in Xiayuan, which is made in imitation of this one."

The man reached out and rubbed her hair again, "I'll make one for you in Huijingwan and on the 29th floor later."

"I don't like to sit on the swing now."

"Then make one for our child."

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When the couple finished looking at the photo album and went downstairs, Jing Beitang just woke up. Jing Beitang looked at the couple holding hands and coming down the stairs, stroking his mustache and smiling happily like a Maitreya Buddha.

"You are back, why didn't you wake up grandpa earlier? Did you ask the kitchen to make delicious food for you in the evening?"

"Grandpa..." Wushuang broke free from Mu Jinchen's hand, smiled and went over to hold Jing Beitang's arm.

"Grandpa." Mu Jinchen also called respectfully.

The remaining three updates will be made up at once before get off work. I have something to go out at noon. Please forgive me, dears.