My Dreamy Old Husband

“Gwennie, look at my baby face’s not-so-teenie weenie. How about an arranged marriage?” Sarah held her second-born son and began her daily routine of promoting her infant son to potential in-laws. Now that Hope was a lost cause, she was trying hard to set her second child up for marriage.

With no hesitation, Gwen refused.

Then, Sarah approached Celine and started to aggressively push ‘sales’.

Meanwhile, Sophia was busy playing mahjong. Without stopping to rest, she managed to win several thousand from Nicole in no time.

“Come on, Sophia. You can’t be winning every time! If this goes on, I’ll be starving before the Lantern Festival!” Derek muttered bitterly with a pout on his baby face, while Lucy calmly paid up.

At the same time, Theo was being dragged into a fortune-telling session by Daniel.

“Daddy!” Casper darted into Daniel’s arms cheerfully. Just then, Sam took a look at him and huffed, “Tsk. Your kid is too young to be dyeing his hair. This is too much.”

On the other side of the room, Dana, who was drinking beer alone, stood up and stretched. “Anyone want to use the bathroom? Come on, let’s go together.”

As he spoke, he scanned the room with a certain unmistakable pride on his face.

At once, every male being in the building became deathly quiet. No one dared to respond, nor was anyone brave enough to make eye contact with him. Meanwhile, the female beings had no idea what was going on except Lucy, who became flustered in an instant.

On the other hand, Michael was hard at work in the kitchen.

To be frank, this might be the last New Year’s of his life, which was why he invited every one of his friends. He wanted to spend his remaining time with his friends, family, ex-girlfriends, and even his pets.

He had already visited the Fletcher Family this morning, and now he was spending New Year’s Eve with this group of people. At this moment, he was content.

At that point, he was in the middle of slaughtering ducks by the entrance when he saw a car that belonged to Adams Group. At first, he thought Tiffany had caught their ‘scent’ and followed them here, but to his surprise, when the car stopped, it was Bailey who got out.

started, Quinton had been on duty as Bailey’s bodyguard every day. Even now, he was following closely

a butcher’s knife. With a disdainful gaze, he watched as Bailey approached

in his tracks as he observed

about to ask what he was doing here, Sophia dashed

you’re here! Come in, everyone’s waiting!” Sophia enthusiastically welcomed him. Under her protection, Bailey managed

company aren’t given any holidays for the New Year’s. How miserable! So, I invited him for dinner and to discuss a

knife and ruthlessly cut off the duck’s head as he pretended

and cooking, while Sophia was squeaky clean. She was wearing a sophisticated red cotton sweater with Ragdoll in her arms. She then went

major deals. He was outperforming Tiffany to a large extent and when Sophia invited him over for dinner today, he arranged

be like

was surrounded by a bunch of women. They all went up to him and started pinching his cheek, rubbing his

so young, and your skin is

these eyelashes, they’re so long and

“How cute!”

the business.

felt completely out of place. He realized everyone was divided into several cliques of

with dogs and fireworks, and making snowmen. Bailey

which was led by Sophia. They were playing mahjong, poker, and blackjack, and they were willingly burning holes in their pockets.

The men gathered for tea and fortune-telling, which Bailey thought was too

who were the cooks. Bailey felt even more out of place there, considering

the clutches of the women and was tormented

drinking alone, stand up lazily

the third time he had asked this today. He knew no one wanted to go with him, but he still insisted on asking anyway. On top of that, he would ask loudly as well like