Love After Marriage, He Got A Free Wife

"Thank you, auntie~" Xiaonailong thanked, making Wei Aihua's heart as soft as a cotton flower.

There was still a cup on the table, Wei Aihua handed it to the little tiger, "This is your grandpa's, go out and take it to grandpa."

The two brothers drove together again and went out to deliver water to the old man in the backyard.

After dropping off the two children, he didn't go back. He squatted next to Mr. Jiang and watched the games on his mobile phone with him. The three of them played for almost half an hour.

At noon, Jiang Chenyu called to ask his son how he was at home, "Look at grandpa playing games, he almost killed me." The little tiger said.

Mr. Jiang began to arrange, "Tiger, today's task, after writing a piece of calligraphy, dad will reward you five hundred."

Little Tiger: "..."

After lunch, Mr. Jiang never took a nap during his lunch break. He yawned one after another, but his grandson refused to let him sleep. He went to his grandpa's treasure storage room by himself. He took it out and asked his grandfather to teach him how to write.

Elder Jiang was about to leave, but the little tiger sat on the ground and hugged his grandpa's leg, acting like a spoiled child, "Grandpa, grandpa~ Do you still love your little grandson?"

"Grandpa loves his little grandson, but, grandson, can you let grandpa take a nap?"

"Grandpa doesn't sleep, he teaches his grandson how to write."

Although the little grandson is five years old and weighs almost forty catties, Jiang Lao worked hard to still be able to pick up the little grandson.

But this little slicker ran straight to the table, and the little guy grasped Mr. Jiang's sky-high price brush with his small hand, "Grandpa, if you don't teach your grandson, your grandson will write by himself."

Mr. Jiang stared wide-eyed in fright, "Wait!"

Elder Jiang finally sighed, and sat in the seat arranged for him by his grandson.

After threatening, the little tiger obediently presented grandpa's six-figure writing brush, then picked up his two-dollar writing brush, and smiled at grandpa. Just kidding, after being beaten up so many times by Yu Yuhe, he knew that he couldn't yell at Grandpa's brush. Just now it was to scare grandpa.

But I was afraid that after grandpa took away the brush, he would play games and not teach himself.

So, when the little fox Longbao was arguing with his grandfather, his little dragon claws sneaked away from his grandfather's cell phone, and then...

Mr. Jiang looked around, wondering, "Hey, who saw my cell phone?"

Long Bao bowed his head, lay on the table and pretended to be obedient, then grabbed the two-dollar writing brush and scribbled on the paper. He didn't say a word, and no one noticed him.

"Where's my cell phone?" Elder Jiang searched around but couldn't find it.

"Grandpa, teach grandson to write~"

Jiang Lao taught casually, "Strange, where is my phone?"

Seeing that his grandpa was not paying attention, the little tiger grabbed his grandpa's sky-high priced brush again, intending to rub it against the cardboard like a brush, "Okay, good, good grandson, good boy, let go of your paws, grandpa will teach you how to write. "

The little grandson was sitting in Mr. Jiang's arms, and he was holding his grandson's little claws with his old hands, "click, pause, lift it, hey, that's right." Mr. Jiang's wrist was steady and strong, and he held his little grandson's hand to teach him the basic skills , "Wrist, don't use force on the arm, yes, the wrist is flat"

Mr. Jiang taught for a while, holding his little grandson's shoulders, "Sit up straight, shoulders and back must be upright, and uprightness must be exercised from the sitting posture."

After teaching one, go to another.

After all, it is more than one year old, Xiao Longbao's small milk claws are very difficult to control, and my grandfather taught him several times by holding the small hands.

Then when the two children were practicing calligraphy, Mr. Jiang got up and started looking for his mobile phone.

Xiao Qinglong looked at his grandfather looking for it, and when he was walking in the opposite direction, he suddenly called out, "Grandpa~"

"Hey, grandpa has passed."

Mr. Jiang stopped looking for his phone and hurried over.

After teaching the little grandson, he got up again, Xiao Longbao looked up at his grandfather again, the little tiger glanced at him, and the little clever said: "Grandpa, my grandson wants to write with your brush, he doesn't lose hair~"

"No, no, no." Elder Jiang was too frightened to get up and move away from that position, so he had to sit there to guard against sticking to his brush.

An afternoon passed.

Mr. Jiang didn't touch his phone.

When Jiang Chenyu came home, the little guy took the page of brush strokes to his father to exchange money.

Jiang Chenyu looked at each word, and if his son's writing was excellent, he would draw a circle to praise him, "What is your grandfather doing this afternoon?"

"Teach Bao and younger brother to write, grandpa didn't touch the phone."

Jiang Chenyu was very satisfied, after checking his son's, he watched his nephew also show him his past.

Jiang Chenyu smiled, and took a look at the one with his nephew. He also took a pen and circled the nice picture written by his nephew to show his praise.

In the end, the two brothers each rewarded 500 yuan, "Go and play."

Mr. Jiang was still searching all over the room, and he found all the drinking fountains. Mr. Jiang, who couldn't bend down, waved a stick under the sofa, "Damn it, did you run away with your phone?"

The little tiger pulled his younger brother to sit on the steps, and asked in a low voice, "Long, where did you hide Grandpa's cell phone?"

There was a milky smile on the face of the little fox dragon, and it was this smile that deceived everyone.

The two brothers didn't know what they were doing, they strolled out quietly, and when they came back, the little tiger was sneaky, holding his little belly on his chest with his little hands.

Who knows who's son, Jiang Chenyu looked at his son's big flickering eyes, glanced here and there, and knew that this kid didn't have anything in his belly.

He walked over, "Tiger, what's in your pocket?"

Thus, Jiang Chenyu found a familiar mobile phone in his son's overalls pocket.

The little guy blinked, looked at his father, then at his grandfather who was looking for his phone, and suddenly said, "Grandpa, my father found your phone."

President Jiang: "..."

Elder Jiang heard, "Where is it? Chen Yu, where did you find it?"

Jiang Chenyu lowered his head to look at that little rebel, the little guy held his younger brother's hand and raised his head to show his father a cute smile.

President Jiang gritted his teeth, turned around and handed the phone to his father, "Just put it on the porch cabinet."

Mr. Jiang looked at his mobile phone, and it was turned off. He recalled, "Impossible, I have already looked for the porch cabinet. Did I not look carefully?" Mr. Jiang doubted himself, and left with his mobile phone.

Jiang Chenyu looked down at the two brats who were the culprits, "I owe you a beating."

The little tiger is 500 steps closer to buying an air conditioner for his mother.

Gu Nuannuan went back at night, and in front of him was the little guy excitedly showing his mother the calligraphy written by him.

Jiang Momo came home and looked at the black pattern drawn by her son, "Wow, my baby dragon is so good, what is this painting? Is it coal balls?"

Long Bao: "Mom, it's a word."

Jiang Momo: "...Then is he a circle?"

"Not sister."

For a while, I didn't understand the relationship between Quan'er and my sister. The little tiger translated, "It's Yuan'er."

Chaozhou, where the little girl is.

The climate gradually warmed up, and both Xiaoyuan girl and her father were liberated.