Hubby's Deep Love Will Never Change-Chapter 75 Who’s son are you!_1

"Be good, we’ll go home soon," said Gu Liancheng, who loved this approach. He pondered for a moment, then added, "Let Su Bai book a plane ticket for you. I haven’t seen you for two days and I miss you."

"Um..."

If she agreed right now, Gu Liancheng would immediately tell Su Bai to book the flight. The speed would be impressive!

If she went, it would mean living in Xicheng with him. Then, she would miss the parent-teacher meeting for Jiujiu!

However, before Eleven could answer, Gu Liancheng laughed lightly on the other end, "Little one, next time consider the consequences before you lie."

He knew, Eleven didn’t really miss him.

How could she miss him when there was no emotional bond between them?

She only told him those sweet nothings because she knew he loved hearing them.

So, even though he knew she was just playing lip service, he couldn’t get angry.

"Hehe..." Eleven grinned broadly.

"Go to bed early. Rehearsals must have been tough for you recently."

"Yeah, don’t work too hard either, husband! Kisses!"

She heard a silent air kiss from his end.

This sort of sweetness between the couple was always there, and both of them enjoyed it thoroughly.

Gu Liancheng was a person who rarely showed emotions in public, hence, it was difficult for people to imagine him sharing air kisses with his wife.

The driver, still in thought, noticed how these youngsters were so clingy, even to the point of being nauseatingly sweet. Who knew that after a glance in the rear-view mirror and ending the call, the radiant smile on the girl’s face had vanished.

Huh??

Wasn’t that change of expression a bit too quick? Was it a mask?

Eleven didn’t notice what the driver was thinking. After ending the call with Gu Liancheng, she held her forehead, feeling exasperated.

She couldn’t possibly act as if what happened yesterday with Jin Xiangbei never happened.

Even though Gu Liancheng was in the dark about it all, a lump had formed in her heart.

...

Upon returning home, the first thing she saw was a large suitcase in the living room. It looked very familiar.

Wasn’t that Wan Jun’s?

"Wan Jun?"

"Eh-"

The response came from the kitchen. Dropping her bag, Eleven rounded to the kitchen where she saw Ye Wanjun fussing around, with Jiujiu assisting her on a stool.

"What are you two doing?"

"Making some snacks."

"Oh..."

Only when Eleven returned to the living room did she remember what she really wanted to ask, "Wan Jun, why is your suitcase here?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. From today, I’m going to be living with my Jiujiu Baby!"

"What??"

Wait...what does she mean, tell?

"Ye Wanjun! This is my house, okay! What do you mean by telling me?"

Jiujiu turned around to interject: "Fang Eleven, can’t you show some kindness? Godmother got injured while standing up for you. Is it too much to ask to shelter her for a bit?"

"? ? Dear! I didn’t even know what happened! Also, when did I say I wouldn’t take her in? I was just asking— wait, Ye Wanjun! Why have you been spilling everything to the kid?"

"Of course!" Ye Wanjun turned around and laughed cheekily, "Such an honorable act must be shared with Jiujiu Baby! Right baby?"

Jiujiu, the little guy, nodded firmly, "Yes!"

Eleven: "..."

Fang Jiujiu! Whose son are you anyway!

She felt like Jiujiu regarded Wanjun as his real mother.

Looking again, she noticed another small bag behind the suitcase. The setup indeed seemed like Wanjun had moved in.

"Let’s get back to the point, what’s going on? Why didn’t you let me know till after you moved in?"