"Mom, do I look pretty?"
Five-year-old Chenchen was at the age of loving beauty. Whenever she wore a pretty dress or had a beautiful hair clip, she loved hearing others praise her beauty.
Even little Chenchen, her hair clips, bands, and hair had filled several drawers.
With her eyes closed, her long lashes were curled like two rows of fans, and her brows had a touch of red, making her look innocent and cute like a doll in a New Year’s painting. Tang Yue stared at her, entranced by her daughter’s beauty.
Tang Yue looked at her with a face full of pride.
"Am I pretty?" Chenchen asked, opening her round, bright eyes that were as beautiful as Tang Yue’s.
"Pretty, my Chenchen is very beautiful." Tang Yue praised her.
"Mom is also beautiful."
Chenchen grinned, her eyebrows curved like a crescent moon.
’Click’
The sound of a shutter echoed, and Tang Yue and Chenchen looked toward the source of the sound, two faces, big and small, both had identical round eyes.
’Click’
Lian Qingyang’s camera shutter continued to sound as he said, "Smile."
Chenchen raised her chubby little hand when she saw the lens, making a big V sign.
Lian Qingyang took several photos in a row, feeling that the scene was so beautiful that he couldn’t wait to capture these moments.
"If you keep taking photos, you might be late." Tang Yue glanced at him; he loved taking photos, and today he had planned to go out with Jin Yan during his break, naturally bringing his inseparable camera along.
"I’ll make it, I’ll make it." Lian Qingyang grinned, leaning closer to whisper in Tang Yue’s ear, "Sis, where did you buy that thing last time?"
"Which one?" Tang Yue looked at Lian Qingyang, puzzled.
Lian Qingyang looked a bit embarrassed, winking at Tang Yue, trying to convey his meaning through eye contact, yet Tang Yue remained confused.
Lian Qingyang hesitantly whispered by her ear, "It’s the clothing inside."
"You..." Tang Yue looked at Lian Qingyang with a complicated expression, wondering about their speed.
"Sis, don’t misunderstand." Lian Qingyang blushed, knowing Tang Yue misunderstood, quickly explaining, "Her birthday is coming, it’s not... not what you think."
"Why choose that among so many birthday gifts?" Tang Yue couldn’t quite understand. Underwear is very personal clothing; in future generations, boyfriends giving girlfriends lingerie is normal, but this was the nineties.
Lian Qingyang’s thinking was that advanced already?
"She doesn’t lack clothes, so I thought if I can’t gift clothes, I’ll gift what’s inside?"
Tang Yue: "..."



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