In the end, there was Yan Zhenyu, who had no disfigurement, no partner, no lameness, and Yan Zhenyu. Before Mr. Jiang could speak, Yan Zhenyu stepped forward and said, "Brother Jiang, my standards are very clear.
I have to be good-looking and good at cooking, with a doctorate degree of 1.7 meters and a doctorate degree. I have an IQ of 180 and an annual income of over 100 million yuan. I will consider it."
Mr. Jiang: "...Yan Yan, uncle won't urge you anymore."
Yan Zhenyu nodded, "Thank you, Jiang Bo."
Others worship and admire it.
Bai Chen reached out to put his hand around Yan Zhenyu's shoulder, "Yan Gou, no wonder Mr. Jiang appointed you as our trump card."
Yan Zhenyu turned her head and said, "What are you calling me?"
Later, Bai Chen really limped when walking.
Xiaoshanjun imitated it even more vividly.
Later, all the guests left.
Only the family of three was left in the living room.
Xiaoshanjun's strange walking posture attracted the attention of his parents, "Husband, is his legs okay?"
Jiang Chenshao frowned and asked the servant, "Have you caught a knot today?"
The servant shook his head nervously, "Young Master didn't touch it." Today, their eyes were all on the two babies and cubs at home, and they didn't dare to move them away for a second. They really didn't let them touch it.
After observing for a few minutes, Jiang Chenshao picked up his son without saying a word and said, "Go to the hospital."
"Wait." The careful Gu Xiaonuan blocked the way.
She asked her husband, "Husband, do you think your son's walking posture is a bit familiar?"
Mr. Jiang: "..." It's Xiao Baichen again!
On his birthday, Xiaoshanjun was kicked by his father's collar and kicked him on the butt. He was crying and could walk normally.
At night, Gu Nuanxi coaxed her baby son to sleep. As soon as she returned to the bedroom, she was attracted by a large handful of roses on the bed.
Gu Nuanxi was puzzled, why did this be a bouquet of flowers?
She walked over and picked up the beautiful rose. Before she could ask, her husband hugged her behind her.
"Husband?" Gu Nuanxi was puzzled.
She looked back at her husband and looked at her eyes. Jiang Chenshao's eyes were different from the usual doting. This time he looked serious and looked at his lifelong lover. "Xiao Nuan, I love you."
Gu Nuanxi smiled and she acted coquettishly, "Husband, I love you too. But why are you giving me flowers?"
Jiang Chenshao's eyes were scorching, "Because two years ago today was the day when you went to the gates of hell for me."
Gu Nuanxi's eyes were warm, and she didn't dare to blink, for fear that the crystal clear drop would fall. "Good days, why do you think you are doing?"
Everyone is celebrating, little guy's birthday, and happy two-year-old birthday.
Jiang Chenshao's eyes always fell on his wife intentionally or unintentionally.
She is always busy entertaining guests, explaining servants, determining the meal time with the housekeeper, and looking for her son...
Today he heard his father's innocence-giving words a lesson from his sister, "Xiaomo is still unstable when she becomes a mother. Look at the Nuan Bazi, how good she has taken care of Shanjun."
He clearly praised his wife, but Jiang Chenshao's heart was always stuck. He didn't know how to make his wife have the best in the world.
Gu Nuanxi smiled, "My husband is not wronged. I like me at every age and every role I have, my daughter, wife, and mother. There is no standard for happiness, and it is not achieved through comparison. I
I think I am happy enough. And you are the one who gives me happiness."
Gu Nuanxi was cushioning her feet, and she took the initiative to kiss her husband.