Love After Marriage, He Got A Free Wife

It seems that in the end, awakening maternal love failed.

However, when he was hungry and drank from his grandmother, he still managed to reach his mother's arms.

However, his mother would not let him rest on the arm with the bracelet.

There were no more betrothal gifts in the living room. When the Jiang family had dinner together in the evening, Jiang Chenyu saw the bracelet on his wife's wrist and smiled. It seems that his little Nuannuan knows how important this bracelet is. The green bracelet fits well on her wrist, looks great and matches her perfectly.

Mr. Jiang also saw the bracelet on his second daughter-in-law's wrist. After an afternoon of relief, he felt much better.

"I thought Nuan Wazi was a breath of fresh air and didn't like these vulgar things." Mr. Jiang thought of his impulsiveness in the afternoon, and his second daughter-in-law deserved the credit, so he deliberately choked her to vent his anger. "When I put these in the wedding gift list, Nuan Wazi regarded money as dirt and tried every means to break off the engagement. I even looked at Nuan Wazi."

Gu Nuannuan looked at the bright and moist bracelet, "Dad, if you prepare a bride price next time and give these good things, even if the person I marry still doesn't show up, I will definitely not regret the marriage this time."

Jiang Chenyu coughed at the side. She was still angry and wanted to settle old scores.

Mr. Jiang also sensed something was wrong. He was already married, so why would he propose marriage next time?

He glanced at his second son who was neglected by his daughter-in-law with his deep old eyes, and then looked back at his Nuanwazi's face, which showed his displeasure with the people around him. "What's wrong with you two?" His daughter was so happy that Nuan Wazi wanted to marry Su Linyan, so why was Nuan Wazi unhappy again?

Not only Mr. Jiang discovered it, but others also saw it.

Gu Nuannuan took the chopsticks and put vegetables into her bowl, "I don't love you anymore. I'm no longer in my heart. I don't want to live anymore. I'll despise childishness after giving birth to a child."

Mr. Jiang on the side: "..."

When Mr. Jiang heard this, he turned to his second son coldly, "Why did you offend your wife again?"

Jiang Chenyu was not afraid of his father at all, and he replied with a cold face: "We will handle the matter between us two."

Gu Nuannuan muttered to the side, "You handle it yourself, I will take care of me and my son."

Jiang Chenyu: "..."

After dinner, Gu Nuannuan went back to the bedroom with her child in her arms.

It's too pretentious to split rooms in your husband's house just because you and your husband quarreled. If she went back to her parents' house angrily because of a quarrel, her parents would probably think that she had been wronged in some way at her husband's house, and maybe her brother would come to trouble Jiang Chenyu.

After all, it was not the freedom that came from the Yenan villa. After being able to carry it out, Mounuan finally chose to go back to the bedroom and continue to face her irritating husband.

She wore the bracelet on her wrist for several hours to get used to it, and then put it away like a treasure.

This thing was too fragile to wear. When she went to wash her son's clothes at the sink, she could hear the clanging sound, which made Gu Nuannuan's heart ache.

So she put the bracelet back into the wood-incense box, went to bed again, kissed the fat little guy, and went to continue washing the little guy's clothes.

Jiang Chenyu went to the bathroom and saw her washing her son's pajamas with her hands turning red.

His big hand also went deep into the pool, holding her red little hand, "The servants will wash the clothes, so don't wash them."

"I don't trust the maid to wash it." A baby's clothes cannot be washed with detergent like adult clothes. His skin is delicate and he must avoid irritating detergents. Therefore, the little one has his own special laundry detergent, which is gentle and does not hurt the skin.

Moreover, the little guy's clothes are old. Nuannuan usually takes a bath and is fine. He just rubs them and hangs up. After all, the children are small and the clothes are small and easy to wash.

"Then you go over and I'll wash him." Jiang Chenyu said again.

Gu Nuannuan glanced at her husband beside her and said, "You are a mature and steady CEO. I have to do such childish things."

Mr. Jiang: "..."

I can't get over the "childishness" thing.

Later, the little guy lay alone on the big bed and cried loudly. One of the couple always wanted to go out. In the end, Gu Nuannuan couldn't resist it, so Jiang Chenyu went out.

When sleeping at night, Gu Nuannuan hugs her baby and isolates her husband.

Children with bigger farts will go wherever the gourd is.

Jiang Chenyu discovered that his little wife now had a magical skill, which was to make him angry.

When his shirt was returned by the servant, it was wrinkled. Xiao Nuannuan had ironed it and flattened it for him before. Now, what kind of shirt was returned is still hanging in the cloakroom.

He glanced at the direction where he was sleeping. Gu Nuannuan sat up with her head down and her hair scattered. She was so sleepy that she closed her eyes and held the baby to breastfeed.

Jiang Chenyu took other ironed clothes and changed them.

When he went to work, he hugged his son and looked at his little wife who was in a state of mental distress and seemed to want to take a morning nap. He possessed her and kissed her on the forehead.

"I'm leaving. I don't want to go downstairs for dinner in the morning and ask the servants to deliver the food to the bedroom."

Gu Nuannuan was so sleepy that she forgot for a moment that she and her husband were angry.

People are most afraid of having their brains blurred.

For example, when she became confused, she was still jealous and warm last night, but turned into a soft cat this morning. "Well, goodbye hubby."

Jiang Chenyu glanced at the couple again and left.

Everything was fine in the morning, but when Jiang Chenyu came back in the afternoon, Gu Nuannuan woke up and started to hold grudges again.

Jiangsu Province noticed that the two of them were having a cold war, "Sister Nuan, what's going on between you and my uncle?"

Gu Nuannuan said: "Your uncle thinks that I am still childish even if I become a mother."

Jiangsu: "It's over?"

Gu Nuannuan asked back: "Then what do you want, your uncle and I hugged each other and had a fight? He said that my matter was already very serious. Anyway, if he doesn't apologize to me this time, I won't forgive him. I'm naive, He has the ability to live alone without me."

Jiangsu still wanted to persuade him to make peace, but Gu Nuannuan stopped him with one sentence, "If you're not married, stop interfering. Don't end up being cannon fodder."

Jiangsu thinks about it carefully and thinks it makes sense.

If he speaks for Sister Nuan, his uncle will be offended, and if he speaks for his uncle, Sister Nuan will do something to him.

Simply, he didn't care.

Jiang Chenyu had been cold for a few days. That day, as soon as Jiang Chenyu went to work, he used coaxing tactics to coax his young wife as usual, "Notify the finance department to transfer another 100 million to my wife's card."

As a result, before noon, the financial officer showed up and said, "President, my wife won't accept this money."

Only then did Jiang Chenyu realize that she was in trouble.

"Go down."

When there was no one in the office, Jiang Chenyu dialed Mao Mao's phone number. "Xiao Nuan, if you want any gifts, I'll buy them for you after get off work."

"I'm naive and not worthy of the CEO's gift."

On the other side of the phone, there was the sound of his son crying and making noise.

"Hang up, I'm coaxing the kids."

Gu Nuannuan hung up the phone coldly, got up and walked around with the little guy in her arms. "Why are you crying again? Don't be as difficult to take care of as your father. If you keep crying, your mother won't care about you anymore."

The little guy didn't understand a word and continued to lie in his mother's arms and cry.

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