Happy to open the coffin

Chapter 435 So My Son Inherited Your Personality Gene

"Oh--!"

The young male ghost exclaimed in surprise, and immediately said happily:

"Brother Che, you're back, long time no see—ah, this is sister-in-law, sister-in-law, okay."

"Ah."

Zong Che's response was very indifferent, in stark contrast to the young male ghost's words.

An Xiangwan heard the sound and looked at it. The young male ghost looked very bright, and he was dressed like a young man. His overall appearance looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while. He wondered if he and Zong Che were close. brother.

Just after thinking about it, she heard Zong Che introduce it to her.

"He's my cousin, Soji."

"Oh, cousin Zongzhi, hello."

When An Xiangwan heard Zongzhi call her just now, she thought they were brothers, but they were just cousins. Shouldn't Zongzhi call her cousin?
Zongzhi's character gave her the first impression of cheerfulness.

"Sister-in-law, she is so beautiful. I often hear people mention her when I go out, and I finally meet her today."

An Xiangwan was a little uncomfortable with his enthusiasm, and was about to enter the study, but he blocked the door.

"I still have something to go in and find grandpa."

Zong Che's words were just hinting that he should not get in the way, and his attitude towards this cousin was rather flat.

Zongzhi smiled apologetically when he heard the sound: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Brother Na Che, sister-in-law, let's talk when we have time."

After speaking, he turned and floated away.

An Xiangwan breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard Zong Che remind him: "Next time you see him, ignore him."

Although he didn't quite understand his intentions, every time he reminded her, it was for her own good.

"Ah."

In fact, her first impression of Zongzhi was not good but not bad either. She always felt that he was not sincere enough, although he was smiling.

Looking up at the door of the study room, the dark brown carved wooden window, the thin white smoke of sandalwood floats from the slightly half-opened window leaf, and disappears in the cold air in a blink of an eye.

An Xiangwan subconsciously tidied up her scarf. She was wearing a long bright orange down jacket with off-white snow boots. Because she was wearing a lot, in the eyes of a certain male ghost, she now looked more like a pair of youthful Zongzi'.

Pushing open the door of the study room, walking in and bypassing a landscape screen, I heard a slight sound coming from the small room on the side, I went to look curiously, and it turned out that Xiao Guagua was sitting on the ground with half of her buttocks, holding Grandpa Zeng's brush is playing "ghost drawing" on paper.

The little guy seems to have grown a lot in size, and at seven or eight months old, he is still white and strong.

Zong Pu sat in front of the desk, holding a wool painting in his hand, drawing on the paper, and occasionally glanced at the little figure on the ground, and at a glance he knew that he was painting a portrait of his precious great-grandson.

In fact, just find a camera to take a photo, enlarge it and frame it, wouldn’t it be good?
But in Zong Pu's view, it is more meaningful to draw by hand. Now that he can paint his precious great-grandson again, the grandson and grandson-in-law came over, so he had to put down the pen and get up.

"coming."

"grandfather."

Zong Che and An Xiangwan called out at the same time.

Xiao Guagua was originally concentrating on painting "Masterpiece", but when she saw her daddy and mommy coming, she immediately put away the pen in her hand, opened her small mouth, giggled happily and climbed to the feet of mommy, with her eyes wet Mo Mo's little hand grabbed Mummy's down jacket, and stood up with the help of his little body.

An Xiangwan couldn't laugh or cry when she saw it. Their little Guagua was getting skinny, and she didn't know who she looked like. She wasn't like this when she was a child.

Just after thinking about it, Zong Pulang smiled.

"Guagua is the same as Ah Che when he was a child, he is so skinny."

An Xiangwan looked at the male ghost after listening, and said to him with his eyes: So my son has inherited your personality genes.

(End of this chapter)