Su Linyan's phone number to Jiang Momo was several times but no one answered it.
Later he let go and continued on night shift.
At this time last year, she came to deliver dumplings to herself, but this year she didn't have him anymore.
Su Linyan smiled herself, forgot.
There is not a single child in the Su family.
The two elders of the Su family missed their granddaughter, "Xiaomo wouldn't come back to see us."
Mrs. Su Jing told the truth, "Mom, you can only calm down for this year. Next year, Xiaomo and Linyan's marriage will be held. You don't want her to bother you, and you can't even drive her away if you want to drive her away."
The two elders of the Su family immediately began to reluctantly leave the only few months of restlessness.
Jiang Family.
Jiang Chenshao, who was halfway through snowmen in the yard, threw away his hand and began to hug his crying son.
Mom fired a fire, scaring the baby.
Xiaoshanjun lay in his father's arms, crying in grievance. Isn't it good to have a good New Year? Why do you have to set off firecrackers? A "boom" sound scared the baby.
Later, Gu Nuanxi was having fun and remembered that she had a son.
So she ran over to hug the baby again.
At eleven o'clock, the snowman became.
The fireworks are finished.
Jiang Momo took the lipstick to paint red lips for the snowman, and Gu Nuanxi took out her eyeliner and prepared to attack the snowman's eyes.
"Nan'er, why can't I draw this?" Jiang Momo looked at her lipstick and looked at the snowman's mouth.
Gu Nuanxi said: "It probably won't work if the lipstick is dry."
Suddenly, she remembered that there was a bottle of red ink in her husband's study, "Momo, I'll get you a bottle of ink ink in a while. Ink ink is better than lipstick."
Before her husband could call her, a little little man ran away happily.
After a while, I had fun again.
In her hand, it was indeed the ink from her husband's study. A little Nuanxi shouted excitedly, "Momo, come quickly, I'll take it out."
Jiang Chenshao: "..."
Jiangsu looked at his uncle, "Uncle, she took you ink! You beat her!"
Jiang Chenshao: "..."
Gu Nuanxi and Jiang Momo have already started to paint the snowman with lipstick, "Isn't it just to use my husband's ink paste? Why did he hit me?" Gu Nuanxi was puzzled.
Jiangsu pointed to the bottle in Gu Nuanxi's hand, "Hair is long and knowledge is short. This ink was obtained by my uncle for six years. It has not faded for thousands of years. Ancient emperors used this thing. Think about it
, What can make people like my uncle willing to wait?"
Gu Nuanxi was shocked and stood there, "What, what?"
She looked down at the celadon bottle in her hand and widened her eyes in shock.
"Are you shocked? Let me tell you again, this mud is more expensive than gold."
Gu Nuanxi's hand weighs thousands of "gold" at this moment.
Jiang Momo looked at the red mark on her hand, "Xiao Su, can't my hands be washed?"
Gu Nuanxi blinked in disbelief, and looked at her husband sadly, "Husband~" She was wrong.
During the Chinese New Year, Jiang Chenshao didn't scold his wife either.
He smiled and comforted, "It's okay, just have fun, just be happy."
Gu Nuanxi cried to death, "Husband, don't I see your valuable things in the future, okay?"
Everyone in the yard laughed.
Jiang Chenshao went over and hugged his little wife, "Just be happy, my husband won't scold you."
Later, put the ink paste back.
Gu Nuanxi looked at the snowman and felt that the snowman was much more noble.
The snowman's face was still blushing, Gu Nuanxi hugged her sleepy son, and she waved her hand to her husband, "Husband, come here quickly, let's take a photo of our family of three. This is the first time I've gotten it together.