After sending his sister to the elevator, An Kechun said: "Second brother, I'm leaving. I'll come over to see you when I'm free."
After seeing off An Kechun, An Kexia returned to the suite and waved away the servants, leaving only a family of three in the bedroom. It was quiet but warm, and someone set off fireworks outside the window. Nangong Zi put his index finger into his daughter's little hand,
If you don't talk, you will just be silly.
Fireworks burst into the sky, lighting up the room.
"Xia Xia, can you give your daughter a nickname?" Nangong Zi said suddenly.
An Kexia also had this intention. She thought and thought, "How about Yuanyuan?"
"Why?"
"Everyone is reunited and life is happy."
Nangong Zi nodded, and the old man said: "Sure, this name is good."
Nangong Xiao Yuanyuan and Nangong Zi laughed out loud in their dreams.
An Kexia, who got up to feed her daughter, looked at her happy and stupid husband. She also laughed, lowered her head, and looked at her daughter who was drinking milk. "Yuanyuan, you must be full of blessings."
The Jiang family and other families are all asleep.
Jiang's courtyard was crackling and no longer quiet.
Occasionally, it is accompanied by the bang-bang-bang sound of firecrackers.
"Where, you light Bao~ He wants to put explosives~" The little tiger was wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, his cuffs were dirty, his nose was running clear, and his little face was red from the cold.
He held a gun in his hand and ran after his mother.
Gu Nuanxi held a lighter and had just finished setting off a big firework to enjoy herself when her son came over again.
"These are firecrackers, not explosives."
Little Tiger: "The treasure is filled with explosives~"
Gu Nuanxi lit it for him, "Quickly!!!"
The little tiger has been playing with it a lot and has become spunky. If his mother presses it, he will throw it away immediately.
The noise in the yard made the little tiger laugh the most happily.
Under the eaves, there stood a little green dragon who didn't dare to go down.
Jiang Momo finished playing at home and started to go back to her parents' house to play. "Nuan'er, my second brother bought you another trunk?" Miss Jiang was envious.
Gu Xiaonuan was dissatisfied with the blessings, "I bought another trunk, but he also restricted me from playing with the tiger cubs."
Jiang Chenshao was behind, "I won't limit you two, you two can do it for me in Yenan Villa."
"Bang for daddy~"
With a "boom" kick, the little tiger's butt was kicked by his father again. Mr. Jiang asked sharply: "Who did it?"
The little tiger pursed his lips, glanced at his father with his little eyes, turned around and shouted, "Where is Bao playing with you?"
The little tiger's childhood was colorful, because his mother loved to play and even took him to play with her. He did not miss any of the joy of childhood.
He was playing with his mother in front of him, and his father was chasing him behind him.
Jiang Chenshao had to pull his son from time to time, "Come here, Dad, let me wipe your nose. Is it dirty?"
The little tiger turned his head hard and looked for his mother, "Where are you, wait for me, treasure."
Little Qinglong was held by his father and was very quiet.
As soon as his mother fired the cannon, he immediately hugged his father's legs. Later, he won his father's arms.
Later, he grabbed his brother's cotton-padded jacket and followed them to see what they were doing.