"When I get old and become a yellow-faced woman, do you still love me?"
"I am older than you. If I am older, I will grow old first. Besides, my wife is disliked by me now that I am 'ager'."
Nuan: "...Hey! When talking about this, what did you do if you talk about it once?"
Jiang Chenshao pulled his hands and put his arms around Gu Nuanxi's shoulders, "Even if you tell the whole world loudly, I will always love you alone, and you alone are unique."
"Where am I different?" Nuan wanted to hear the love words, and she asked with a smile.
President Jiang's mind suddenly showed countless bad words. He thought about it but didn't speak.
"Husband, are you perfunctory to me?"
Suddenly, Jiang Tianzhi was walking and climbing onto the ground again.
He knew his parents were behind him, and he grinned and started crying, insisting on a hug.
Jiang Chenshao hugged his wife who was about to step forward, "Jiang Tianzhi, get up by himself."
The little breasts continued to scream, and all the tears came out.
Gu Nuanxi was about to step forward, and Mr. Jiang stopped his wife again, "Don't spoil him, let him get up by himself."
The little guy cried for a few minutes, and finally lay on the ground and cried. Gu Nuanxi shouted at her husband, "His clothes are dirty, come home and you can wash them!"
Mr. Jiang: “…”
Five minutes later, the little guy got up by himself and ran over to let his mother hug him.
My mother thought it was dirty and threw it to her father again.
It was not early, so I walked for a while, so I turned around and returned to the car.
Gu Nuanxi took a wet wipe to wipe the tears on the little guy's face. Seeing that her son's delicate skin was a little dry, she looked carefully, "Jiang Chenshao!"
Mr. Jiang was driving, shouting with his name and surname. He was nervous for no reason, "What's wrong?"
Gu Nuanxi asked: "Did you take the child out and you didn't get the fragrance on his little face?"
Mr. Jiang looked out the window with guilt, "Maybe, there will be, forget it once or twice."
"You're talking nonsense." Gu Nuanxi was in the back seat, "You haven't wiped him at all, and his little face has become rough. You said the temperature is high, so it's okay if you don't wipe it. It's cold and windy, you won't wipe it. You don't wipe it. You think your face is wiped, you didn't come here as a child."
Mr. Jiang didn't dare to continue speaking.
The little guy ate his hands, his big crystal clear eyes blinked, listening to his mother quarrel at dad.
Gu Nuanxi muttered, "I don't believe it. When you were a child, our parents wouldn't apply cream to you in the middle of winter."
Mr. Jiang: "Xiao Nuan, you said that except you, who dares to talk to me like this in this world?"
Gu Nuanxi didn't listen to these words. She was feeling sorry for her son's little face, "I finally raised the white, fleshy and tender little fat face, which made you rougher."
Back to Villa in Yenan.
The husband was not allowed to hold his son anymore, so he took off his little baby's clothes, threw them to his husband, and then carried them to the bathroom.
At night, Gu Nuanxi almost took a magnifying glass to take care of her son's skin. "My little face is not yet asking for a wife, so she can't become ugly."
Jiang Chenshao also thought that his wife would be on vacation and that he could be kind to his wife at night, but he was discovered because he was lazy. At night, the couple had a 100 million kilowatt light bulb between them.
Both father and son looked at each other and didn't like each other.