Love After Marriage, He Got A Free Wife

The little tiger opened his mouth sadly and howled loudly, but his grandfather wouldn't let him play.

Gu Nuannuan hugged him to wash his hands, the little guy cried and shouted, "Squeeze hold Baobao~"

Obviously it was his grandson who ruined his work, and Mr. Jiang was very distressed. He put down his brush and carried his grandson to wash the black ink on his hands.

After washing, the little guy cried again and insisted on playing with the brush. He hugged his grandfather and did not let go. In the end, Mr. Jiang had to hug his little grandson who couldn't even hold a brush. Draw and write auspicious words on rice paper.

Fortunately, the little guy didn't have much strength, so Jiang Lao was able to control his hands out of shape.

Jiang Chenyu went home and saw two Spring Festival couplets waiting for the ink to dry in the yard, and there was a small paw print on one of them.

The father could tell at a glance who the little paw print came from!

He enters the living room.

At the coffee table, Mr. Jiang has already looked down on life. Gu Nuannuan looked at her little tiger son, holding his grandpa's brush, which was supposed to be good for writing on paper, but now, being pressed by her son, the tip of the brush rubbed into pieces Exploding brush heads.

Just as Jiang Chenyu sat down, his buttocks were still not warm, Jiang Lao said: "Jiang Chenyu, my writing brush is only 12w, you can figure it out."

Jiang Chenyu looked at his innocent son, as if he was cleaning the table, "shua, shua, shua" on the table with his grandfather's fried brush, and he looked at his wife who was guilty and bowed his head.

Even Xiao Nuannuan, who loves money, couldn't help but say, "Husband, pay for it, I did my best today."

The little tiger held the brush with five fingers together, and after some pretentiousness, his "work" was born.

The little guy took his "work" and happily took it over for his father to appreciate.

Mr. Jiang looked at the two pieces of paper in his hand, and then at the poor writing brush. "Dad, why don't you stay here and pay off the debt?"

"I don't care anymore!" Mr. Jiang hugged his grandson under the armpit and hugged him into Jiang Chen's arms, "Losing money."

In the evening, Jiang Tianzhi got an extra expensive brush as a new toy.

No matter how disgusted he was in his mouth, when it came time to post the Spring Festival couplets, Mr. Jiang also pointed out that the couplet with his grandson's paw prints must be pasted at the gate.

Jiang Momo went over, bent down, and studied the paw prints carefully for a while. "Brother Su, how many times do you think our little nephew will be beaten?"

Su Lin said: "See how many times he got into trouble."

Back at Jiang’s house, the little tiger chased his grandpa every day for two days and asked him to teach him to write calligraphy.

Mr. Jiang discovered that his grandson has calligraphy cells, cultivate them!

When Jiang Momo went back to her natal home, what she saw was the warm winter sun shrouding both her grandfather and grandson through the window.

Mr. Jiang held his grandson's little hand and taught his grandson to write on the paper.

Oh, Mr. Jiang wholesaled a lot of brushes for 10 yuan, just to make his grandson feel good.

Although, he was just playing, everyone knew that the little tiger couldn't even hold a pen, but Mr. Jiang was willing to waste time holding his grandson's little hand and playing with him. "My dear grandson, this brush, ink, paper and inkstone are very particular. This is a treasure left by our ancestors. It has been developed for thousands of years..."

Mr. Jiang is popularizing knowledge, and the little tiger is "creating" on his grandfather's lap, which fits perfectly.

The family members have packed their luggage, and Jiang Momo's company is also on vacation.

Xiao Qinglong "baths" in her mother's love every day, and becomes mellower day by day.

Although Jiang Chenyu was on vacation, he went there personally for some human relations.

Mayor Jiang also had a holiday this day, "Aihua, did you tell Xiao Su to go on vacation this year?"

Wei Aihua, who was making milk powder for Xiaojun's son, "Ah, I forgot."

Young people are busy, old people and children are very leisurely, not in a hurry.

In Shuilan Community, Ning'er is about to leave.

She packed her luggage happily, and even wanted to empty out all the clothes here, as if she would not live here next year.

She was running around excitedly, finally going to leave, finally liberated, and finally left Brother Xiaosu~ I finally felt safe at night~

Jiangsu's reluctance is in stark contrast to Ning'er's joy.

At this time, Jiangsu's mobile phone rang, and seeing that it was his father's call, he probably asked him about the arrangements for the New Year.

Jiangsu connected, "Hello, Dad."

"What?" Jiangsu heard his father's notification. He looked at his excited girlfriend, and he walked out of the living room alone to the outdoor balcony. "This year's Chinese New Year, are we going on vacation?"

Mayor Jiang: "Yes, the plane will pass by at noon the day after tomorrow, so hurry up and pack some summer clothes with Ning'er."

"Ning'er is going too?"

"Ning'er doesn't know either?" Mayor Jiang was surprised, "This time the four of us will go to New Year's Eve together, including the Gu family, the Su family, the Ning family, and our family."

Looking at the happy little rabbit in the living room through the glass sliding door, Jiangsu made a smirk. "I see Dad, thank you!"

He hung up the phone, opened the door, and entered the warm room.

Jiangsu sat on the coffee table, looking at the girl who squatted on the ground and stuffed a padded jacket into the trolley case. "Ah, are you going to leave me? Are you happy?"

Ning'er put away the smile on her face for a second, she shook her head, pretending to be sad. "I don't. Brother Su, I really miss you. I'm not happy at all."

Jiangsu looked at the girl, obviously her eyes were smiling like crescent moons just now.

When Jiangsu walked up to his girlfriend, Ning'er dodged subconsciously.

Jiangsu Domineering put his arms around his girlfriend's waist, bent down, and picked up Ning'er with the princess in his arms, "I'm about to leave me, and I'm left here alone for the New Year's Eve, why don't you spend time with me today and let me have a good time?"

Ning'er wanted to refuse, but Jiangsu said again: "Didn't you say you don't want to part with me? What, it's a lie?"

Ning'er was heartbroken, "Okay then~ I'll spend good time with Brother Xiaosu today."

Jiangsu smiled proudly, he straddled Ninger's two trolley suitcases with his long legs, and went back to the bedroom for the two of them...

The two never came out again, but in the living room, they could still hear the coquettish panting.

Jiangsu was greedy for the current feelings, the harder he tried, the tighter he hugged Ning'er...

Ning'er felt that she was about to leave, and it was pitiful for her boyfriend to be here alone. For this reason, she would rather endure her own discomfort, and let her boyfriend find pleasure in herself.

Unless she can't stand it, she will resist, and she has never refused.

The consequence of not refusing is that he promised to take her home the next day, but he woke up until two o'clock in the afternoon.

Ning'er cried and acted coquettishly, "Brother Xiao Su~ My parents and I agreed to be home at noon today, so I missed the appointment~"

Jiangsu sat by the bed, "No, I've already called your parents to explain it, and they understand, saying that I will send you off tomorrow."

Ning'er took her boyfriend's phone to check, and sure enough, there was a call record with her father on it.

Ning'er believed it was true, and ordered her boyfriend fiercely, "I must go to bed early tonight, and you don't touch me tonight."