Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 664 His Little Angel

Song Yunuan was giving her daughter a bath.

Yanyan had a special bathroom, and the bathtub filled with water had a few toy ducks floating on top.

Yanyan was happily playing.

This child-sized bathroom was specially designed by Gu Huai’an and Song Yunuan for Yanyan.

It was customized to the child’s height.

The toilet and the bathtub were both miniature, and so was the sink.

Overall, it was the type that even adults would find adorable.

Yanyan squeezed the duck, and it made a quacking sound.

Yanyan deliberately asked Song Yunuan, "Mommy, yesterday in great-grandpa’s yard, I played with the ducks, and their quacks sounded different from this one."

Song Yunuan followed her topic and asked her, "Then Yanyan, tell Mommy, why is that?"

Yanyan giggled, "Because one is real and one is fake, such an easy question, Mommy you even ask me, I’m not a three-year-old kid."

Song Yunuan couldn’t help but chuckle.

She couldn’t help thinking of Asheng when he was little, who also loved to speak this way.

But in fact, Yanyan was only three years old this year.

Song Yunuan picked up her daughter, dried her off, changed her into pajamas, and then carried her to the outside lounge.

Gu Huai’an was sitting on the sofa next to him, reading a document, with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, freshly bathed too, with damp strands of hair hanging down. He was elegant and lazy, sitting there, looking like a painting.

But when he saw his wife carrying their beloved daughter out, he hurriedly put down the document and was about to take off his glasses when Song Yunuan stopped him with a smile and a blink of her eyes.

Gu Huai’an helplessly adjusted his glasses, which he had only begun to wear in recent years.

His wife really liked the way he looked with glasses.

To this day, he didn’t know what there was to like so much.

But sometimes wearing glasses was not convenient, what could he do, his wife liked it, so he might as well indulge her.

Gu Huai’an gently pinched his wife’s fair cheek, his eyes deepening behind the glasses.

Song Yunuan raised her eyebrows knowingly.

Yanyan sighed helplessly, "Daddy, Mommy, after Yanyan falls asleep, you can whisper all you want. Now, it’s time to blow-dry my hair. If you wait any longer, Yanyan’s hair will dry naturally. But next year I’ll be grown up, and then I can blow-dry my hair myself without troubling you."

Song Yunuan laughed, wondering who this little chatterbox took after.

Gu Huai’an kissed his daughter, saying she was his lifeblood, not an exaggeration at all.

This little creature was simply an angel sent by heaven.

His eyes were filled with tenderness; he carefully wrapped her hair in a towel, rubbing the ends first, then gradually absorbing the water from her hair. When it was almost dry, he began to blow-dry his daughter’s hair, which was abundant and silky smooth.

Even the hairdryer was custom-made by Gu Huai’an for his daughter.

The warm wind from the hairdryer made Yanyan yawn and rub her eyes continuously.

She was sleepy.

The little creature was ready for bed.

Indeed, when Gu Huai’an picked up his daughter, the little girl had already fallen asleep.

When awake, she was a chirpy little sparrow, so energetic that she hardly napped during the day, her mouth never ceasing. She had endless ideas, often acted on them, and whether it was Qin Suyun and Xia Guilan, or grandma or great-grandpa, there was never a moment of peace when following her around.

They had a child who was an almost-genius without even trying.

But the child was young, there was no need to deprive her of her childhood. After all, happiness was what mattered.

After all, she was only three years old.

But when this child was asleep, she truly resembled an angel, impossible to get enough of watching.

Yanyan’s features go without saying, exquisite to the extreme.

But the way she slept was really cute, probably much like any other child.

Both hands surrendered, placed on either side of her head, and as she breathed, her little belly gently rose and fell.

Then there were two duck toys by her side.

They were her good friends.

Gu Huai’an’s breathing was so light it was imperceptible.

However, the child had fallen asleep, and she had her own separate bedroom, something she had asked for at the beginning of the year. Her reason was that she was going to be grown up next year and should start training herself early.

So, the little girl slept by herself.

Old Mrs. Song didn’t like this one bit.

No matter how clever or capable the child, she was still a child. How could you let a child sleep alone? You’re taking a child’s words seriously?

But in the end, Yanyan ended up sleeping by herself, in a north-facing south bedroom, separated by a study from Song Yunuan and Gu Huai’an’s bedroom.

At this time, Song Yunuan had gone to wash up, and by the time she came out, Gu Huai’an was already lying in bed.

Seeing Song Yunuan come out, he lifted the covers for her to climb in. Once she did, he wrapped his arms around her, nose to nose, and said to Song Yunuan, "See, how inconvenient. Let me take off my glasses."

Song Yunuan took off his glasses, and his black eyes were like cold autumn waters, even more impenetrable now.

This man was the kind that you couldn’t fathom at a glance.

In front of others and in front of her, he seemed like two different people.

Song Yunuan leaned in and kissed the tip of Gu Huai’an’s nose.

Gu Huai’an asked in a husky voice, "Is that okay?"

Mm, it’s fine...

Even though it was deep autumn, it felt as if the spring was in full bloom.

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Nanshan County Town’s application to be upgraded from a county to a city was approved, and then President Huang, formerly President Huang, called Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan had put a lot of effort into this upgrade.

Huang Shi was promoted by one level on the spot.

The same went for the others.

Moreover, Nanshan City was developing rapidly and was ranked first in Beiquan Province.

Other counties and cities simply couldn’t compare to Nanshan City.

It takes cost and energy to bloom everywhere, but one can enlarge an enterprise or a county and then stimulate the surrounding areas.

That is what Beiquan Province was doing with Nanshan City at the moment.

President Huang began the call discussing official matters, mainly to thank Song Yunuan for her help over the years with Nanshan City’s development, and then he also indirectly discussed Nanshan City’s future development plans with her.

No matter how Nanshan City developed, for the time being, it still couldn’t do without Song Yunuan.

Today, the original Zhilan Garment Factory had become Zhilan Down Jacket Factory.

It was rebuilt on the original factory site.

The down jackets produced by the Zhilan Down Jacket Factory were not only distributed throughout the country but had also reached the whole world.

This enterprise was ranked first in Beiquan.

In Nanshan City, it was of paramount importance.

Not to mention that several factories in Nanshan City were now engaged in export trade.

Even pickles could be exported, and they were provided on a long-term basis.

While Nanshan City might not be the richest city in Beiquan Province, it was pretty close.