In the living room, only the father's sight is on his son.
The little guy walked in front and Jiang Chenshao followed slowly behind. Make sure that when he fell, it was in his father's arms.
The little guy suddenly smiled and hugged his mother's legs, "Muzz~"
Gu Nuanxi lowered her head, surprised, and she looked back at her husband. Jiang Chenshao nodded at her with a smile, confirming her conjecture.
Gu Nuanxi was silently surprised. For some reason, she suddenly felt a little moved. The little guy would run towards him on the road and shout "Mom".
She reached out her soft palm, and the little guy handed her little hand to her mother with a smile. Then he held her mother's hand, shook her step by step, and stumbled to her aunt's dining table again. He held the legs of the dining table with two little hands and raised her back
She smiled at her aunt with her cute little fat face, "Um~"
The little guy raised his chubby little round face and asked his aunt what to eat~
Jiang Momo dipped her chopsticks with her own soup and immediately handed the smelly chopsticks to her nephew's mouth.
The next second, the little guy stuck out his tongue, licked and satisfied his cravings, and then showed his two small breasts, smiling magically.
When he was tired of standing, he sat on the ground and rolled around. He had a clear purpose to find the familiar leather shoes. He lay on his father's leather shoes like a tiger, then grabbed his father's legs and stood up, holding his little hand for his father to hug him.
Jiang Chenshao's face was full of tenderness. He picked up his little breast bag high, and the magnetic voice mixed with smiles sounded in the living room, "Does Shanjun know his father's leather shoes?"
After eating the noodles, the remaining juice also fell into his stomach. It happened to be the critical point, and the Su family looked at Ning'er with admiration. Grandma Su took Ning'er's hand and wanted to compete with the Jiang family, "Old Jiang, this
Girl, why do you live in your house?”
Mr. Jiang was proud: "My family is also Ning Yatou's home."
"So too." Grandpa Su also started to steal people. "Girl, would you be fine to live here and play with your aunt Xiaomo?"
Ning'er: "..."
When Mr. Jiang heard this, he blatantly snatched people, "What are you doing? Our Jiang family is really Ning'er's future home. This girl is Xiao Su's partner. Then he will still come into my Jiang family in the future."
Grandpa directly announced his relationship with Brother Xiao Su in front of so many people. This is so shy. Ning'er's face looked like a ripe shrimp, red.
Mr. Jiang said, "Momo, come with your father. We have Ning Yatou in our family. We can cure your illness, Lin Yan."
Mr. Jiang also said generously to the Su family, "Don't worry, I'll send it to your house when the disease is cured." Jiang Momo could not live in the Jiang family for a long time, otherwise Mr. Jiang's lifespan would not be guaranteed. He still said that
Very clear.
Jiang Momo looked at Ning'er who was embarrassed, "Dad, if I don't go back, don't rob Ning'er. Ning'er is the daughter of the Ning family, and not my maid. She wants to let others cook for me.
Don't you ask the Ning couple if they are willing to do so? Even if they don't ask the couple, if Jiangsu knows, it will be heartbroken. I won't go anywhere, so don't try to call Ning'er. After eating, I'll go back to sleep~
"Jiang Momo stood up and planned to go back.
Ning'er: "Aunt, Brother Su is actually worried about your health."
Jiang Momo didn't understand the kid's brain structure. She stretched out her long arms and hugged Ning'er, "Silly kid, come here."
Ning'er was pulled away by Jiang Momo.
Mrs. Su also knew that it was inappropriate. The Ning family’s daughter is rich and she was never the turn of a girl to cook for her daughter. So she made a smooth move, "Ning'er, this child, is really not showing her appearance. It's so amazing.
Now, Xiao Su will be blessed in the future.
Our Xiaomo has been spoiled since she was a child, and she doesn't raise her golden hands and doesn't get into the kitchen. This is all Lin Yan is used to, and she has been used to it since she was a child. When she was in junior high school, she cooked instant noodles, and Lin Yan had to stand aside and watch