Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

On a leisurely holiday.

Against the vast snowy landscape, Curtis' tall and handsome figure stood out strikingly.

Betty inherited his athletic prowess flawlessly, her small figure moving freely across the snow.

At just two years old, little Danny spent half an hour just learning to stand steady on his snowboard. Joy watched her son fall repeatedly, hardly able to bear the sight. "This athletic ability definitely didn't come from me."

Leanne finally felt a bit of solace, seeing she wasn't the only one prone to tumbling.

"He's only two, don't be so hard on him."

Joy, munching on sunflower seeds, retorted, "And you're thirty-two, how come your athletic skills are still lacking?"

Leanne, expressionless, turned away, "At thirty-two, you spilled Coke on Austin's laptop and let your son take the fall for it."

Just then, Austin emerged from the kitchen, Joy coughing violently in an attempt to drown out Leanne's words.

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mock agony, exclaimed, "Who betrayed

revealed, "We have a security cam in the living room, remember? Caught your whole act and how you sneakily got your

shaking with laughter on the adjacent couch, incited Joy to pounce in feigned anger, "Yeah, laugh it up,

a cashmere shawl, went to greet them at the door. Betty, wearing a sky-blue helmet and

carrying the children's snowboards and following leisurely

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Danny followed suit, his little legs barely making two steps

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him by the collar like a toy, he carried him all the way to the log

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their shoes and ran inside, and as Leanne was about to turn back,