When she returned home, Ning'er had already completed a set of CET-4 test papers at her boyfriend.
Before Gu Nuanxi started doing it, Ning'er decided to be company with her aunt and planned to do another one.
Jiang Momo has visited her parents' home again with her belly. After morning sickness, she has become unable to feed her every day. After dinner, she still wants to make up her "little" midnight snack. "My father, the eldest sister-in-law, Ning'er, order takeout and fried chicken
, What kind of flavor do you want?"
Wei Aihua smiled and looked at the children in the nest. She refused, "You eat, sister-in-law, don't."
Mr. Jiang: "Sweet and spicy."
Gu Nuanxi sat cross-legged on the carpet in the living room, "I want honey mustard."
Ning'er also put her schoolbag on the coffee table and sat cross-legged on the carpet, "Auntie, I want to eat chicken and rice."
"No problem!" Jiang Momo basically ordered all of them. "What are you drinking? I'll have a cup of milk tea."
Gu Nuanxi spread out the test paper and took out a pen, "Red bean milk tea and pearls."
Ning'er: "Aunt, I want fruit tea and less sugar."
Mr. Jiang: "What is milk green? Dad hasn't tasted it. Please give dad a cup of milk green to try it. Add ice and ice."
Jiang Momo said: "Old people, can you bear the cold drink at night?"
"Of course, I'm in good health now, my stomach is so good that you young people can't compare."
Gu Nuanxi: "The ones who ate ice cream in the hospital seemed to be us."
Mr. Jiang: “…”
Jiang Momo decisively abandoned the ice, "I'll give you ten mutton skewers."
I finally could eat with my stomach open, so no one could stop Miss Jiang. "Beef tendon, tripe, baked buns, mushrooms, small crispy bones... Let's have another sixty."
Behind Gu Nuanxi was the little guy lying on the sofa, stretching his little arms to climb behind his mother, pulling his mother's hair and sticking to her. His chin was placed on his mother's head to disturb his mother's study.
Gu Nuanxi held her son in her arms with her backhanded. "Momo, where is your husband?"
"night shift."
Brother Su’s salary just arrived, and a message came in an instant, “Your last number…consumption expenditure is 108 yuan.”
Then, there was a message, "Your last number...consumption expenditure is 68 yuan."
But three minutes later, another text message, "...consumption expenditure is 279 yuan."
A few minutes later, another new news, "…consumption expenditure is 94 yuan."
Zhou Zisheng, who was eating instant noodles, saw it, "Master, your little ancestor spends money like a waterfall. If you are an ordinary police officer, you really can't afford to support her if you don't embezzle."
Su Linyan put down his cell phone and sighed, "Fortunately, I have a mine at home."
Jiang Chenshao took a bath upstairs. After a while, he went downstairs and the coffee table in the living room was filled with takeout.
His wife and niece were sitting on the floor to do the exams, and there was audio on the coffee table. Gu Nuanxi held fried chicken legs in one hand, doing the exams while eating.
Jiang Momo held four mutton skewers in her hand, eating and drinking, very bold. Wei Aihua smiled and recorded the warm scenes at home and sent them to the family group. She had such a dream with her mother-in-law back then, and many girls in the family,
They each have their own characteristics, beautiful and beautiful, playing and playing in the living room, or learning to chat. In short, the home is lively.
Unexpectedly, my dreams that year will come true one day.
Su Linyan looked at his wife and repeated the play, "Xiao Mo has to make up all the meat she lost some time ago this time."
When Jiangsu was studying professional courses, he looked at the video posted by his mother on his phone, "This Yaya, I will be fat sooner or later. I still have to exercise, otherwise I can't hold her."
Mr. Jiang looked at his wife for a while, and he suddenly noticed something strange. The table was full of delicious food, so why was the living room so quiet?
Where is the little tiger in front of his family likes to get along with everything?