Downstairs, Suguan saw him sitting on the sofa beside the floor window drinking coffee.

The pale golden morning light shines on him, like a god, rich and handsome, dark and thick eyebrows of Wei Jun, deep and narrow beautiful eyes, strong and pressing, with unconscious nobility all over his body.

After three seconds of fantasy, Suguan's cool face warmed up again when he remembered that he had changed his clothes and bathed himself last night.

Somehow, Mingming and his baby were born. Now he knows he's changing clothes and bathing for himself. He's blushing. Maybe because he doesn't know himself now, they are more like strangers.

Yesterday, he avoided her....