Love After Marriage, He Got A Free Wife

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

Gu Nuannuan hugged him to wash his hands. The little guy cried and shouted, "Pinch, hold, baby~"

It was obviously his grandson who ruined his work, but Mr. Jiang felt extremely distressed. He put down his brush and hugged his grandson to wash away the black ink on his hands.

After washing, the little guy cried again and insisted on playing with the brush. He hugged his grandpa and refused to let go. Finally, Mr. Jiang had to hold his grandson who couldn't even hold a brush, with his big sagging hands wrapped around the delicate skin. With her little paws, she draws auspicious words on the rice paper.

Fortunately, the little guy didn't have much strength, and Mr. Jiang was able to control his hands from moving out of shape.

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

Dad can tell at a glance who that little paw print comes from!

He entered the living room.

At the coffee table, Mr. Jiang had already taken a dim view of life. Gu Nuannuan looked at her little tiger son, holding his grandfather's writing brush. He was writing on the paper normally, but now, her son pressed it on it, and the tip of the writing brush rubbed into pieces. Explosive brush head.

Jiang Chenyu had just sat down, but his butt was not yet warm, when Mr. Jiang said, "Jiang Chenyu, this brush of mine is only 12, you can do whatever you want."

Jiang Chenyu looked at his innocent son, as if he was cleaning the table, holding his grandfather's fried brush and swiping it on the table. He then looked at his wife who bowed her head with a guilty conscience.

Even Xiao Nuannuan, who loves money, couldn't help but say, "Hubby, please compensate. I did my best today."

The little tiger holds the brush with five fingers together, and after a while, his "work" is born.

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

Mr. Jiang looked at the two pieces of paper in his hand, and then at the poor writing brush. "Dad, how about the tiger stay here and pay off the debt?"

"I don't care about it anymore!" Mr. Jiang held his grandson's armpits and hugged him into Jiang Chen's arms, "Pay compensation."

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

No matter how disgusted he was, when it came time to put up Spring Festival couplets, Mr. Jiang also specified that the couplet with his grandson's paw prints should be posted at the door.

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

Su Linyan said: "Look how many times he got into trouble."

Back at Jiang's house, the little tiger chased his grandfather every day for two days to teach him how to write calligraphy.

Mr. Jiang discovered that his grandson had calligraphy cells and cultivated them!

When Jiang Momo returned to her parents' home, what she saw was the warm winter sun shining through the window on her grandfather and grandson.

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

Oh, Mr. Jiang wholesaled a lot of brushes for 10 yuan, just so that his grandson could use them without feeling distressed.

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

Mr. Jiang is spreading knowledge, and the little tiger is sitting on his lap "creating", which is a perfect match.

The family members all packed their luggage, and Jiang Momo's company also went on holiday.

The little green dragon is "bathed" in his mother's love every day, becoming more and more mature day by day.

Although Jiang Chenyu was on vacation, he did all the favors in person.

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

Wei Aihua, who was making milk powder for Xiaojun Zaizi, said, "Ah, I forgot."

Young people are all busy, while the elderly and children are very leisurely and unhurried.

In Shuilan Community, Ning'er was ready to leave.

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

She ran around excitedly, finally leaving, finally liberated, finally leaving Brother Xiao Su~ She finally had a peaceful sleep at night~

Jiangsu's reluctance was in sharp contrast to Ning'er's excitement.

At this time

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, Jiangsu's cell phone rang, and he saw a call from his father, probably asking about his New Year arrangements.

Jiangsu answered, "Hi, Dad."

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

Mayor Jiang: "Yes, the plane will leave at noon the day after tomorrow. You and Ning'er should quickly pack some summer clothes."

"Ning'er is going too?"

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

Jiangsu looked at the happy little rabbit in the living room through the sliding glass door, with a smirk on his lips. "I understand, Dad, thank you!"

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

Jiangsu sat on the coffee table and looked at the girl who was squatting on the ground and stuffing a cotton-padded jacket into the trolley case. "Hey, are you happy to leave me?"

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

Jiangsu looked at the girl. It was obvious that her eyes had turned into little crescents when she smiled just now.

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

Jiangsu Badao put his arms around his girlfriend's waist, bent down, and picked up Ning'er with the princess in his arms. "You are going to leave me soon. I am left alone here to celebrate the New Year. Why don't you stay with me today and let me have the best time?"

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

Ning'er's heart skipped a beat, "Okay then~ I'll spend time with Brother Xiao Su today."

Jiangsu smiled proudly, straddling Ning'er's two trolley cases with his long legs, and returned to their bedroom...

The two of them never came out again, but in the living room, they could still hear those charming gasps.

Jiangsu was greedy for the current feeling. The harder he pushed, 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 get pleasure from her.

She would never resist unless she couldn't bear it anymore. She never refused.

The consequence of not refusing was that he agreed to take her home the next day, but ended up waking up at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Ning'er cried and acted coquettishly, "Brother Xiao Su~ I promised my parents that I would be home at noon today, but I broke the promise~"

Jiangsu sat by the bed, "No, I have already called your parents and explained it. They understood and said I would send you off tomorrow."

Ning'er took her boyfriend's cell phone and checked it. Sure enough, there were call records with her father on it.

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