The phone in Jiangsu rang, and it was Ning'er who answered it. "Hey, hello."
"Ning'er?" An Kexia knew this girl today. She also remembered this child when she had a fight last time.
Ning'er also heard the voice familiar, "Are you, the police officer?"
An Kexia's seniority suddenly became much taller because of Nangong Zi. She suddenly felt a lot of intimacy with this little girl, "Well, Ning'er, is Xiao Su convenient for talking now?"
"Brother Xiao Su just fell asleep. Is there anything wrong with my aunt looking for Brother Xiao Su?"
''Oh, it's okay, it's some details in the case. If Xiao Su wakes up, you ask him to call me back.''
Ning'er guessed that it might be about Mr. Qian, but she was still well-behaved and didn't reveal a word, "Okay, goodbye to the police officer."
Five o'clock in the afternoon.
Drunk people are sober.
Jiang Chenshao took the tools and the family of three went out and went to the empty lawn in the courtyard.
The little guy sat on the ground, looking confused, "Ahhh Bululu?"
Gu Nuanxi also took a shovel and said to her son with two little tiger teeth: "Mom and Dad are planting trees for you, and you are a little fool."
A tiny ginkgo sapling was placed on the ground beside it, and the little guy held the sapling in his hands and smiled.
Jiang Chenshao did his best to work hard, dig holes and transplant them.
This was what the couple thought about in the morning, "I was one year old when I was a child. My parents loved me very much. Then I planted a cica tree in my hometown. One is to express my parents' harmony and love, and the other is the love of my children.
.After so many years, the flowers bloom very well every year. When the flowers bloom, I will take you and Shanjun to the place where I was born when I was a child.”
That night, Jiang Chenshao looked at his son's chubby little face, with his father's introverted love and said little, "On the day of his son's birthday, let's plant a ginkgo tree for him."
Health, longevity, smoothness, blessings, and well-being...
Just so happens that the ginkgo tree is also planted before the end of autumn and winter, and is destined to be with her son.
So, on this day, the little guy sat on the ground, his father wearing a suit and tie was hitting a hole, and the playful mother and her cute son were playing with the dirt on the ground.
After planting the small branch, the family of three finally left handprints on the soil, the father's big palm, the mother's warm little hands, and the baby's cute little claws.
After planting, the little guy looked up at the saplings, embarrassing his little nose, and was smiling cutely.
"Let's go, go home after work." Jiang Chenshao held his son, raised him high, crossed his head, and let his baby son sit on his neck. His father's big hand held the little guy's little fat claws,
Take him to see the scenery on dad's shoulders.
The little guy laughed happily, laughing constantly. Jiang Chenshao held his son and trotted, listening to his son's bright laughter, and laughed.
Gu Nuanxi chased the father and son behind, "I'm going to chase you."
It seems to be a happy game, or it seems to be a dreamy scene, and the beauty is a bit unreal.
Gu Nuanxi always felt that she was very happy, but she couldn't explain exactly what happiness was.
At this moment, she chased the father and son, listening to the joyful laughter of the family of three echoing in the yard, and seemed to know.
The high-ranking president, in this world of flowers, only splits his heart to his wife and son. For the sake of the loved ones, the young school beauty is willing to give up her beautiful and comfortable university life, return to her family, and be a cute and warm