Jiang Momo suddenly stopped talking, and she sat beside Su Linyan, "Second brother, I support you."
Mr. Jiang looked at his daughter, "What's wrong with your stomach?"
"It's not bad, I just support it. My second brother is so wise."
Su Linyan chuckled.
Late at night, an aunt sneaked over and didn't even dare to turn on the bedroom lights. Miss Jiang is the best at stealing children.
Holding the milky baby, he quietly returned to his boudoir, pushed his butt open the door, and whispered: "Brother Su, hurry up and stolen, you've stolen it."
Su Linyan's quilt has been tidied up, and he took advantage of the little guy's pillow during the day to go through the crib in the living room to go through the bedroom when he was not paying attention.
The sleeping little guy put down, the bedroom door was locked, Jiang Momo walked with her toes, and the movement of going to bed was slower than the slow motion of the movie.
Not long after, Mr. Jiang also went to the baby room and quietly opened the door. He didn't dare to turn on the lights. He smeared the bed and looked empty, "Hey! Where is my grandson?"
Jiang Chenshao went to see his son in the middle of the night, looked at the empty bed in front of him, and was silent.
"Momo or our father?" Gu Nuanxi asked.
Jiang Chenshao: "Momo."
At night, she was planning to support herself.
The next morning, Jiang Momo's bedroom shouted, "Brother Su, help, he will pull my hair."
Mr. Jiang heard his daughter shouting, "I deserve it."
Su Linyan broke away the little guy's claws and went out with the crying child.
Mr. Jiang stood at his daughter's door, "I asked you to steal the child last night, but my grandson never grabbed my hair."
Jiang Momo looked at the top of her father's head, "My nephew may also want to pull it, could it be that he didn't find it?"
Mr. Jiang: "…Su Linyan!"
The daughter was angry and the son-in-law was named again.
Wei Aihua learned that someone stole the child last night, so she slapped her forehead and said, "Yes, why didn't I expect it?"
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Jiang Xiaosu knew that Gu Nuanxi's hand was injured, so he went to Jiang's door to see her for an hour and a half during his lunch break, "Is it painful if you don't hit someone with your fist? Holding a baby can cause illness and cartilage."
Gu Nuanxi used her elbow to let Jiangsu see what "cartilage" is, and at the same time she told Jiang Xiaosu a profound truth: even if she was injured in her hand, her lethality was not low.
"What are you calling me to do?"
Jiangsu's back was beaten and hurt. He took a breath. He moved his arms and threw it to Gu Nuanxi with a pack of chicken feet. "Take your stuff and go down quickly."
Gu Nuanxi felt warm when she saw the chicken feet, "I knew it would have beaten you gently. How are you doing recently?"
Jiangsu leaned against the seat and said comfortably: "The life is pretty good."
Gu Nuanxi gave her a blank look and handed him a bank card, "It's your business whether you want to give it or not, whether you want it or not. Be careful on the road."
After saying that, she got out of the car with a bag of chicken feet.
When driving away in Jiangsu, he opened the car window and threw the card in front of Gu Nuanxi, "I don't have enough money, hurry up and keep your hands."
Then the car drove far away.
Gu Nuanxi picked up the bank card on the ground, put it in her pocket, and entered the home. She glanced at her son and shouted in the living room, "Dad, sister-in-law, come downstairs to eat chicken feet."