Mr. Jiang interrupted his conversation and turned to look at his wife again, "The last one is gone after eating it. I'll go back to bed later."
"I won't eat anymore." Gu Nuanxi held her round face in her hands. She had worked hard to lose weight, but now she had all the meat back.
Jiang Chenshao: "Good boy, I won't eat this sausage until I finish the last bite."
When Gu Nuanxi thought about her weight, she became unhappy and even took pictures. She covered her mouth with her hands and said, "I won't eat."
Finally, Jiang Chenshao ate the sausage that his wife had taken two bites but refused to eat.
Ning Dong got up and went to hug his son, only to find that Ning'er had put the two children to sleep, Ning'er had covered the two children, and she and the little tiger were digging in the sand.
It was almost eleven o'clock, and the bonfire was finished. Everyone couldn't hold it any longer, so they all got up and dispersed.
Gu Xiaohan wanted to take his nephew away, but the little tiger couldn't stay too far away from his parents at night, so he had no choice but to give up.
Jiangsu went back with the little piece of meat on his shoulders.
Before leaving, Jiangsu hugged Ning'er and kissed her quickly while no one was paying attention.
After the kiss, the two of them looked at the light bulb specialist.
The little tiger blinked his bright eyes and said, "Dun, what are you looking at? Little brat, can you understand?"
The little tiger pursed his lips and shouted: "Brother, what are you talking about?"
Jiangsu covered the little guy's mouth and said, "You brat, you are really good!"
Ning'er heard the little tiger's milky cry, "Baby, please call me sister again."
"Chiji~"
Ning'er was so happy.
Return to your residence.
Jiangsu skillfully carried his little brother to his bedroom again. Men know men best, so men make men perfect.
Jiangsu took the light bulb away and gave his uncle and aunt a good night.
When Gu Xiaohan returned to the room, the Gu couple asked their son tactfully, "Xiaohan, what kind of girl do you like?"
Gu Xiaohan looked at the message on his phone, "I like boys."
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During the vacation, the little tiger's little fat belly rubbed again.
There are mountains on the island, but the mountains are not high. Three women who had eaten too much and insisted on losing weight clamored to climb mountains to lose weight. The men couldn't resist their wives' coquettishness and teasing, so they finally went to climb the mountains.
Only ten minutes.
The children were not tired yet, so the three women each picked up a piece of firewood and sat on the steps, gasping for air. "You can't crawl anymore, go back." Jiang Momo waved her hands first, she couldn't.
Team Su, a professional pit digger: "We will reach the top of the mountain in five minutes. We have already climbed 2/3. Are you sure you want to go up and have a look?"
Jiangsu looked at his unscrupulous uncle who dug holes and admired him deeply.
Jiang Momo was used to being fooled by Brother Su. She was unwilling to accept it, so she stood up and said, "Climb."
A certain Xiaonuan, who had an online IQ, looked up at her sisters and said, "Momo, how credible are your Brother Su's words?"
Mr. Jiang hugged his son and asked his wife, "The tiger didn't even complain about being tired, but you are tired now. Have your skills deteriorated?"
Gu Xiaonuan thought of the hidden pile for a second, and she instantly stood up with full blood, "Impossible, crawl!"
?This time only the silly Ning'er who was poking the ground with a wooden stick was left. Jiangsu knew that his little Yaya had the least idea, "Let's go, your aunt and your aunt have decided to climb the mountain."
Six people and one cub continued towards the top of the mountain.
Half an hour.
Jiang Momo sat directly on the steps and howled regretfully without tears, "Su Linyan, I just don't have a brain or a memory. I forgot about the pain before the scar healed. I shouldn't have believed what you said just now."
Captain Su laughed and half-crouched behind his wife, "In the last five minutes, I really won't lie to you this time."
Gu Nuanxi pressed the stick with both hands. She glared at her husband, "Don't tell me that my son didn't even cry tired! He was held by you the whole time, and the soles of his shoes are whiter than his face. How could he be tired?"
Before Mr. Jiang could speak, Gu Xiaonuan stopped him again: "I just think that my skills have deteriorated. I don't want to crawl anymore."