His father and his other godfather separated his two little hands, and in the end, his father took away the "toy" from his hand.
Xiaoshanjun cried loudly and blushed.
When the pistol came to Jiang Chenshao's hand, he quickly took the magazine and looked at the bullets inside. He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat, and then looked at his unreasonable son who was crying.
Jiang Chenshao handed the pistol to Zhen Xi and held his son. For a moment, Jiang Chenshao wanted to beat his son, but he thought that beating was useless!
Everyone also experienced the fearful life of President Jiang, and Zhen Xi and Yan Zhenyu no longer wanted to steal the heart of their godson.
Even when Jiang Chenshao left with his son holding his crybag, the four men waved to him, "Mr. Jiang, my godson is very good. In the future, we will transfer the red envelopes for the New Year to you. It's okay. We have a few brothers, so we rarely meet each other.
Well, it's very dangerous."
Mr. Jiang; “…”
Xiaoshanjun sat in the car, and the more he thought about it, the sadder he became. He had never seen the thing before and was snatched away before he could play with it.
When he went to the library to pick up his wife from school, Gu Nuanxi looked at her little tears, "Be good, why are you crying again?"
"It's dad~" Xiaoshanjun will complain.
Gu Nuanxi looked at her husband, "Why are you always bullying my son for nothing?"
Mr. Jiang gritted his teeth, "He snatched Xi Ye's pistol."
"Isn't it just a pistol, just buy one for Xi Ye."
"That's real gun, full of magazines, and it's loaded!" Mr. Jiang had nowhere to vent his anger in his chest, and he couldn't communicate with the unreasonable little ones.
Gu Xiaonuan was scared, "...! Husband, if you can't do it, let's secretly send him a boarding school? Why do I live such a peaceful life?"
Xiaoshanjun is so angry, her neck is so angry that she is so angry that she is so angry in the car
Helplessly, the couple felt distressed and had to turn to the toy store halfway and buy a toy gun to coax the messenger.
When he got home, Mr. Jiang looked at Xiaoleibao's grandson and hugged him with heartache. Then he saw the toy gun in his hand. Mr. Jiang said, "Good grandson, I'm starting to play with the toy gun now. Let's go, grandpa will take you to see.
Hero drama.”
So, during that time, the cartoon was gone, and Xiaoshanjun sat on his grandfather's lap, playing with his pistol, and watching the anti-Japanese war drama on TV.
I was addicted to it, and even every day when his father came home, Xiaoshanjun raised his pistol, "Ah!"
Mr. Jiang: "...I want to blow your son?"
Holding Xiaoshanjun, she was just a little butt, but the little baby smiled very happily.
I went to bed at night, worked for a day, and studied for a day, and also cooperated with my son's performance in bed.
Xiaoshanjun's little nipples sounded, "Bang~"
The couple both lay on the bed pretending to be dead, and then the little guy lay on the quilt excitedly, and then called his parents to finish the acting.
Mr. Jiang told his son, "Mr. Shan, the gun must be pointed at the bad guys, and never at his own people."
Xiaoshanjun seemed to understand it, but it was very hazy, so she slept in her father's arms.
Nangong Zi has been very comfortable in City Z recently. He whistled and picked out wedding photos series. "I don't know what kind of Xia Xia's favorite is, forest-style, fresh, sexy, or an ancient mansion."
Follower: "Boss, does Miss Xia know you are looking at wedding photos?"
"I don't know, what's wrong?"
The follower: "...Well, Miss Xia promised to marry you?"
"No, what's wrong?"
The follower shook his head timidly and did not dare to make any more comments.