One Thought Addiction: Fu Shao's Heart-to-heart Doting on His Wife

When Jian Changqing went upstairs, she saw Mrs. Fu in front of the crib, looking at the two children lovingly.

"Do you want to hug them, old lady?" Jian Changqing just opened his mouth, but was stopped by old lady Fu's sharp eyes.

Mrs. Fu deliberately lowered her voice: "What are you doing so loudly, the children are sleeping."

Mrs. Fu is cautious, but Jian Changqing, a mother, is not so taboo.

"Don't be afraid, they are sleeping all day long, the old lady rarely comes, they must also want to play with you." Jian Changqing stepped forward, stroking the child's chubby little face.

As soon as Jian Changqing approached, the two sleeping babies opened their eyes at the same time, looked at Jian Changqing with sleepy eyes, and then screamed.

"How can you be such a mother, such a small child should sleep well." Although Mrs. Fu was blaming, her eyes kept falling on the baby.

These are her two little great-grandchildren, so cute and chubby.

The moment she saw them, her heart melted.

Jian Changqing picked up the children and came to Mrs. Fu, "Since they are all awake, you can hug them."

Mrs. Fu was a little at a loss, she hadn't hugged such a small child for so long, she even forgot how to hug her.

"No, I'm so old that I can't hold it." Mrs. Fu was still refusing, but Jian Changqing directly put the child on her body.

Mrs. Fu was afraid of falling on the child, so she subconsciously dropped her hand to pick it up.

The soft little doll was hugged in her arms, and a milky fragrance wafted into her nostrils. What moved her heart even more was the child's round, dark grape eyes.

"He's an older brother, named Little Putao."

Mrs. Fu thinks this nickname is perfect. Looking at the child's eyes, it's not like Little Putao.

"I'm not afraid of life." The child was hugged in her arms, but he didn't cry or fuss, his eyes were fixed on her, and his mouth was still moving.

"That's why they are all demon kings. Wherever they are afraid of people, they are always torturing people." Jian Changqing picked up another child, "This is my sister, little strawberry."

Mrs. Fu poked her head over to look, "The two children look exactly alike, my sister's lips are pink and tender, really like a little strawberry."

Mrs. Fu looked at the little grape in her arms, and then at the little strawberry next to her, her eyes narrowed.

So cute and so endearing.

"If the old lady thinks it's interesting, come and play with them often. I can't take care of them alone. The two of them spend much more time tossing than sleeping." Jian Changqing warmly invited.

Mrs. Fu didn't answer, but asked tentatively: "You want me, an old woman, to come and trouble you?"

"Where is the trouble, don't they say that an old family is like a treasure, and the children like grandma very much, right, little strawberry." Jian Changqing teased the little strawberry in his arms.

The child immediately babbled, as if responding.

"Look, Little Strawberry agreed."

Even knowing that this is coaxing herself, Mrs. Fu is also very happy.

It's not that she doesn't have self-knowledge, the younger generation naturally doesn't like to live with the older generation, and she often comes here to be annoying.

But looking at the two cute little grandchildren, she was so moved that she wanted to come even if she knew it would be offensive.

"Don't hesitate, I have already reserved a room for the old lady, if you are tired and late, you can just stay here."