Love After Marriage, He Got A Free Wife

"Hello, brother Xiao Su, happy new year." Ning'er's happy voice sounded.

Jiangsu said, "I have accepted the transfer I gave you."

During the Chinese New Year, this year the couple split into two places, and Jiangsu couldn't send red envelopes to Ning'er, so they transferred the money directly.

As a result, Ning'er didn't accept this girl, "Brother Xiao Su, you work so hard to earn money, I don't want it."

On the mobile phone is the 5200 transfer record of Jiangsu.

Jiangsu lay on the bed of the two and closed his eyes, "New Year's red envelope, once a year. Brother Su will send you a big one next year."

Ning'er heard something wrong with her boyfriend's voice, "Brother Xiao Su, have you been drinking?"

"Yeah, I miss you so much after drinking."

Ning'er, surrounded by love, exudes sweet bubbles all over her body, "Brother Xiao Su, I miss you too, and I love you too."

Ah Shu on the side looked up at his sister, who does his sister love?

Ever since Ning'er came home, Ah Shu has been her sister's exclusive toy. Hug during the day and cuddle at night. His sister called at night, and he listened while wearing diapers.

At night, Jiangsu and Ning'er were on the phone and fell asleep in bed.

I forgot to turn on the air conditioner, and I forgot to cover the quilt, so I just listened to the voice over there until the phone ran out of power and turned off.

When he woke up the next day, Jiangsu felt dizzy and painful, his throat was uncomfortable, and he was a little unsteady on his feet.

The community is full of firecrackers, festive and lively.

Jiangsu got up, coughed his throat, knew that he was sick, took a cup of hot water and drank it, drew the curtains, and lay down on the bed again to sleep.

Gu Xiaonuan took her son back to her natal home.

It was just a matter of going to the bathroom, and as soon as I went out, "Mom, where is my son?"

"He was taken out by my son." Gu Mu said.

In the afternoon, the dirty little tiger followed Jiujiu back.

Gu Nuannuan pointed to the face and clothes of the little tiger cub, "Gu Xiaohan, did you carry him to roll in the pit?"

"Where, you're an old tigress~" the little tiger saw Jiujiu being criticized, and pointed at his mother's little milk voice and shouted.

Gu Nuannuan rolled up the sleeves of her pajamas, "I'll show you what a tigress is."

The little **** was slapped a few times, and the little tiger ran over to seek protection from his mother-in-law and grandpa again, crying.

Sure enough, the eternal law, the elders dote on the children, once the little tiger passes by, the ancient mother hugs the cute little baby softly, and then criticizes her daughter, "Why do you make the child cry when it's Chinese New Year?"

Jiang Chenyu has been on the sidelines, revealing the truth, "Mom, don't be a tiger, he's pretending to cry. Xiao Nuan doesn't even want to beat him hard, do you see tears in his eyes?"

The ancient mother held her grandson's small face and looked at it. The crystal clear eyes were shining and charming, and there was no grievance at all.

The little tiger groaned twice, and then was stared at by his grandmother, unable to pretend, "Grandma, why are you looking at the treasure~"

Ancient Mother: "..."

In her dozens of years, she was actually deceived by a three-year-old child.

The little tiger found out that his acting was exposed, he cutely bared his baby teeth, and laughed, "Grandma, I love you~"

This sentence made grandma happy again.

Then I got a big red envelope, held it in my hands, and went back to my grandpa's house happily.

Then his grandfather, uncle, mother and mother all gave him red envelopes. During the Chinese New Year, the little padded jacket his mother bought for him couldn't fit in the pockets.

This worried the mother and son.

"Where~, what should I do if the bag can't fit anymore?" The little tiger looked at the red envelope that was about to fall to the ground, and asked the money fan mother depressed.

Gu Xiaonuan scratched her head, "Why do you make so much money for having children?"

Gu Xiaonuan put all his son's red envelopes in his bag, and the little tiger saw that he didn't have any in his pocket, and he was angry and unhappy, "Where, you took them all away, and Bao didn't even have any bags." .”

Then the little tiger was happy with a few more empty bags stuffed into his pocket.

Back at Jiang’s house, the charm of the New Year’s red envelope made Gu Xiaonuan not to let off the fireworks. She sat cross-legged on the ground casually, and her little hands began to count the money, "One, two, three... twenty-five, Twenty-six, twenty-seven... four-eight, four-nine, fifty," at the end of the count, Gu Xiaonuan began to shorten her words.

The little tiger was at the side, squeezed a handful of red envelopes with his little hands, watched his mother count, and he also counted. The first ten digits were normal. Later, the little tiger said, "Twenty, one hundred, eight hundred, all of them are treasures." .”

Sitting beside his wife and children, Jiang Chenyu looked at it with a smile. He looked at his wife's little fleshy hands counting money, and listened to her shallow voice, and he felt so cute.

An Kexia came out of the hospital and went directly to the confinement center.

A certain patriarch often goes out with his daughter in his arms to play videos with a group of brothers, especially with Zhen Xi. Today he planned to take his daughter downstairs to bask in the sun again. An Kechun was furious, but fortunately her sister was so fierce, she threw a pillow on Nangong Zi, "Now you take off your clothes, wrap up a blanket and go out to bask in the sun, go!"

"Xia Xia, why are you so impulsive? You are so prone to postpartum depression. You should be calm."

An Kexia got up from the bed, snatched her daughter and pointed out the window, "Go down, stand there for two hours, and don't come back! It's winter, I'll let you go out and bask in the sun as much as you want."

A certain head of the family was yelled at by his wife, so he didn't dare to go downstairs in a temper. He really went to the courtyard and stood in the sun to "bask in the sun".

His follower: "Boss, why don't you sunbathe outside, and I'll go up to see the bright moon?"

Nangong Zi: "I'm not allowed to watch it yet, why do you watch it, stand behind me!"

Upstairs, An Kechun felt much more at ease seeing her younger sister's temper just now.

An Kexia carried the baby girl to the window, looked at her honest husband downstairs who was standing in the penalty station, and couldn't help but smile, "Pig brain, it's so cold to take the baby downstairs to bask in the sun. It's my dear father. If I suffer from postpartum depression, I'll be mad at him."

An Kechun smiled lowly, "It's the first time I've seen postpartum depression that was angered by her husband."

An Kexia laughed, "Sister, you don't know, Ah Zi sometimes has me yelling at him for doing stupid things. I don't even know how he got to be the boss."

An Kechun also noticed that Nangong Zi was completely controlled by his sister. "That's because you didn't see him, he acted ruthlessly." It's just that in front of his sister, a certain patriarch acted like a male version of "Silly Baitian".

Leaving his sister, the Patriarch of Nangong is still the ruthless person who attacked the Nangong family at night, controlled the whole situation, and drove people to a desperate situation on a rainy and hazy night!

The child struggled and cried, and Patriarch Nangong who was standing downstairs said, "My daughter is crying."

"Boss, how do you know?" asked the unlucky follower following the boss.

Patriarch Nangong: "Have you ever heard of the heart-to-heart relationship between father and daughter? My daughter knows that I am being punished, and she uses crying to complain about my grievances."

The follower asked: "Boss, can a person live without narcissism?"

"If a person owes something, he cannot live."

The attendant heard the boss's eccentricity, he immediately shut up and stopped swearing, in order to survive.