Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me-Chapter 705: V575: Love is supporting each other in difficult times, love is truly liking. [76]
Shen Funni’s heart rippled with emotion for a moment.
He Yunshen leaned in to see and remarked in surprise, "Ah, Dad’s black card. He never lets me play with it, how come it’s with Mom?"
The maid seemed to understand something, lowered her head with a smile, and turned away to quietly help Shen Funni pack her clothes.
Shen Funni just sat in place, holding that bank card, thinking about what her son had just told her this afternoon—He Qimo liked her.
For a long time, she remained silent.
Time passed quickly, and soon it was time for dinner.
Before dinner, He Qimo came over with a stern face. The matter with Lu Xin’s ring had already made him angry twice. Now that he was here, he was prepared to get angry a third time.
What gave him a bit of comfort was that the ring seemed to have been put away.
But... hoping that just such a reaction could confirm that Shen Funni didn’t like Lu Xin and wanted to be with him—well, that seemed a bit naive.
He Qimo continued with a cold expression, holding the Yunnan Baiyao for swelling relief, and began to grab Shen Funni’s ankle to apply it.
The movement could hardly be called gentle, but... compared to his usual temperament, it made one feel inexplicably warm.
After he finished applying it, He Qimo gave Shen Funni a cold glance, "Are you walking by yourself or am I carrying you?"
The whole time, Shen Funni was somewhat astonished, studying He Qimo deeply, especially this kind of He Qimo—
Along with her son’s words—
Her heart rippled lightly.
Hearing his words and seeing his expressionless cold demeanor, she said, "Carry me."
Upon hearing this, He Qimo pressed his lips together, said nothing, and continued to carry her in his arms like a princess.
Carrying her never seemed to be any effort at all for him, and Shen Funni’s body was indeed quite small compared to his, so he was used to doing it single-handedly.
Now it was one princess carry after another.
He Qimo was feeling restless inside.
Shen Funni noticed his annoyance but didn’t want to explain. This time, as He Qimo carried her in his arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning against his shoulder.
She secretly chuckled softly...
...
After dinner, and when it was time to sleep at night.
With the help of the maid, Shen Funni washed up, changed into pajamas, and then limped to bed to sleep with her son.
This bedroom seemed to have been the one He Qimo and his son shared since she left, with everything in the room arranged in a masculine style.
Gray-blue space-themed duvet, equally comfortable pillowcases, bed sheets that made one want to sink into them.
For some reason, the texture, which was neither purely cotton nor poor quality fabric, always made her think of He Qimo’s presence.
Not overly gentle, elegant, even with a bit of fabric roughness, yet it gave more security than any silk or cotton, as if tightly embraced by a man’s hug.
Lying on the pillow.
Looking closely now, the little guy had an angle that especially resembled He Qimo, and after a pause, Shen Funni pulled the little guy into her arms, holding him tightly as they slept.
Being held by Mom like this was naturally the happiest thing for He Yunshen.
However, maybe Mom held him too tightly, or maybe this time the position was not quite right.
He Yunshen’s whole little face was buried in his mother’s chest, the soft touch making him think of Dad’s totally different, firm chest.
After a pause, he reached out his small hand, grabbed a bit, and said, "Mom, is this what I grew up eating when I was little?"
