My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 315 Be careful she hits you

   Jiang He is not as fun as before.

  This woman, she changed after giving birth.

  Pretending to be Jiao Didi blushing before getting married, she doesn’t even know what shyness is after giving birth. .

  Xu Qing poured out the water angrily, stayed in the living room and did not return to the house, leaving her to stay alone.

  Think about it, Jiang He, who was just starting out, was fun. He was shocked to see everything. I could click on the floating window of the little butler on the phone all morning to watch it move around.

  Stayed in front of the computer in the living room for more than half an hour. The night sky was shining with stars and the crescent moon was like a hook.

  Xu Qing got up and went back to the bedroom. Jiang He leaned on the bed and gritted his teeth with the phone.

  "This person is crazy, right? I don't write anymore. He has been chasing me and telling me science, saying there are no ghosts, how can there be such a person!"

   Jiang He was almost mad, and transferred the fire to Xu Qing's head. She felt that this was caused by Xu Qing's crow mouth.

The last time she wanted to write a ghost story, Xu Qing said that someone might have come to explain that there are no ghosts in the world, but in the end, there really was a ghost, which made Jiang He hate's teeth tickling, and just wanted to use the sword to climb over the net line, a sword. Stabbed this person to death.

  Who doesn’t know that there are no ghosts in this world? Say it with you?

   "Understand, maybe the ghost story you wrote is too scary."

  A group of Xu Qing calmly got on the bed and got into the quilt, crushing the horns to his neck, and the whole person was wrapped tightly and ready to fall asleep.

  He is in a good mood now.

   "It won't be you?" Jiang He saw Xu Qing tightly wrapped in the quilt, he couldn't help but hesitated, and suddenly he had this guess.

   "You don't want to spit people, let me tell you."

   "It must be you, right?"

   "You need to speak with evidence...what are you doing? What are you doing?! Stop making trouble in the middle of the night...Ah!"

  ...

  When the child reaches the age of one year, he can stand up and take two steps. The older sister is still the older sister. No matter who Jiang He said at birth does not count as the boss in a fight, she is the older sister.

  Although it was too early to beat his younger brother, it was too early, and he would beat his younger brother to tears at every turn. Xu Qing had a headache and could only try not to let two people touch him.

  It’s safe for the girl to follow her mother, the son...it’s a bit miserable to follow the father.

   "Shi'an, you have to stand up, how can you let your sister bully? She is only a short time earlier than you, eh?"

  Xu Qingying taught that Shi'an didn't know what he was thinking when he kicked his calf. He put his finger in his mouth and was taken out by Xu Qing and stuffed it in again.

Jiang He went out to look for the location of the blossom shop with Song Hui. Xu Qing watched the two cubs at home. Together with the winter melon, they turned on the TV. The winter melon was napping on the windowsill. Xu Qing was holding the human cub breeding manual to supplement his knowledge. .

  The first child was raised according to the book, and the second child was raised as pigs. Now there are two at the same time. Xu Shian should be thankful that he can also enjoy the treatment of the first child, and was raised by the two children carefully.

"He will upset you, surprise you, make you happy, let you worry, let you experience your childhood again, let you understand your mood at the time, his naughty, his happiness, and let you better understand the past. Oneself, so as to make one's life complete."

  Using a pen to draw a line below this passage in the book, Xu Qing was a little bit sorrowful. It would be different indeed when he became a father.

   Only when he is a father can he understand his father’s feelings. He looked at the two children and naturally remembered that when Xu Wenbin was in his thirties, the old man was still young, and he is now so stern and steady.

  But it was a pretense. Xu Qing remembered that he had seen Xu Wenbin and Qin Maocai get together to speak a yellow voice.

  The burden is down, and everything is pressed in the corner when going out to travel, and I am full of brains to grow up quickly. Only when I grow up can I throw it aside, and then go north and south with Jiang He, a heroic warrior.

  Oh, Jiang He is about to bloom, and he may not want to go out with him.

  It’s okay, when you hand over the shop to the siblings, they will still be free.

  Xu Qingyang was dreaming on the sofa, and waited for Jiang He to come back to wake him up.

   "Watch the child fall asleep."

  Jiang He curled his lips, what he said on the Internet was correct, making it unreliable for the father to watch the children.

   "As long as they move, I wake up, and I haven't slept too deeply." Xu Qing still has a stiff mouth, who is to blame?

  I’m not to blame for being a mother, not going to bed at night, and tossing around.

  It's a pity for his thirty-year-old waist.

  "Are there any good places to watch?"

   "There are several good positions, all of which are in the candidates, and have not yet been finalized."

   "Oh, you are not in a hurry."

   "What's in a hurry, I have been preparing for so long, not bad for a while."

   Jiang He is steady like an old dog, looking around at the child, touching his ass, and then rolling up his long hair at random to form a bun, washing his hands and going into the kitchen to cook.

   "My mom didn't come here today?"

   "No, do you still expect her to come?"

  Xu Qing continued to study the cub rearing manual without looking up.

Zhou Suzhi was not very supportive of Jiang He’s opening of the store. She was worried that she would be distracted and had no time to take good care of her children. Xu Qing was just like when she rebelled against Xu Wenbin earlier this year. The wife still thinks it is important to be with the children.

  Jiang He has been looking forward to selling flowers for a long time, and she won’t be dismissed in a few words—fortunately, she came to this prosperous era from the eve of the Anshi Rebellion. How can she stay at home every day, she also has what she wants to do.

  There are still a few months before autumn, enough to find a good storefront and decorate it, and the raw material purchase channels have been found out. It can be said that the preparation is very sufficient.

  "Are you supposed to read poems to your children?"

  "Just read it when you’re old. Say a fart. Don’t follow Song Hui to learn those who don’t care. I have my own arrangements."

   "But Xiaohao from his family already knows how to recite poems."

  "I want to teach you to teach." Xu Qing took out his killer. He didn't believe that this little old lady would pick up the textbooks and eat them again. She had all the books packaged and sold to the waste station.

   Jiang He thought for a while, and decided to forget it. I believe Xu Qing, this scholar must know better than her.

   "Then what if the child does not study well in the future?"

   "Do you think it's better for you to read?"

  "...Do you want to fight?" Jiang He took a shovel and probed from the kitchen.

   "Stupid woman, brutal, violent and unreasonable."

  Xu Qing dismissed it and asked her to teach her two children to become a king of the mountain.

  "It’s good to be healthy. If you think about it so much, the world is full of normal people. Your child would be two years old to read poetry and be a genius? Is he the protagonist or what?"

   "I will look at her house..."

   "Compared to others, it's not that I said you..."

  Xu Qing turned on the chat mode, forced to chat, Jiang He felt dazed that he was back when he first came.

  In fact, Xu Qing has long considered this question whether the starting line will be inferior to others, but after thinking about it, he decided not to give them too much expectations out of thin air.

   "Sisters and brothers, healthy, healthy, don't listen to what your mother said." He pushed the cradle gently, Xu Jin wanted to reach out to pull his brother, Xu Shian didn't know how to hide, anyway, he would cry when he dared to move.

   Hearing Jiang He glanced at him, he stopped paying attention.

  ...

  , etc. Find a good address, the decoration matter must refer to Xu Qing's opinion, and Song Hui's opinion, Jiang He is not familiar with this fact.

  Small shops with dozens of square meters, in a corner of the street, look unremarkable. Xu Qing's suggestion is chic, which makes people shine, and the style is better.

   "What is chic?"

   "Bright, first of all, bright and atmospheric, good ventilation, the color can be cold or warm, but must not be dark. The place is not large, and the decoration makes it look big."

  Xu Qing hugged the child and pointed Jiangshan, Jiang He took the notebook and wrote aside, Song Hui looked at the couple and felt stable.

   Wang Zijun drove over in a wheelchair to see, Song Hui wanted to pull him off the wheelchair, ashamed.

   "Why are you so fart?"

  "Small flower shop, what is small? Does my wife take care of the big shop alone?"

   "Hire someone!"

  "Get up and go fishing in your wheelchair. Don't get in the way."

  Xu Qing waved his hand to chase people away. The big dog family always wanted to be big, and the nouveau riche might not be able to change his face in this life.

   "I will send you a flower basket when it opens!" Wang Zijun put down his words arrogantly.

   "What does our shop do?"

   "Selling flowers."

  "Do you send flower baskets to our flower shop?"

  "..."

  Song Hui couldn't stand it anymore, she found that this product seemed to trigger some strange buff after being in the wheelchair, just like Fan Wei who was fooled by Zhao Benshan.

  Xu Xuxu talking, Wang Zijun's eyes suddenly straightened.

  Xu Qing followed his gaze and looked back. Jiang He was smashing a steel cone left by a merchant with his hands. It was nailed to the wall and it was quite strong. It only broke off when it was bent.

  Holding the black steel cone and turned her head, she found that the eyes of several people stopped in her hands.

   "Uh... this, iron." She twitched her head, not knowing why she wanted to introduce them.

  Heavy, she just remembered the scraps from the previous sellers, and the ghosts and gods were pulled out.

  "..."

  "..."

  "Someone will take care of those when they are decorating, you don't need to do it yourself." Xu Qing couldn't help but break the silence.

   "Oh oh."

  The steel cone was thrown on the ground with a cry, making Wang Zijun's eyelids jump, looking at Jiang He with a complicated expression, and then at Xu Qing, suddenly a little sympathetic to this brother.

  He just realized that Xu Qing’s daily beatings may be true...

  It seems that when he first met, Xu Qing introduced that this is a friend from his village with a strong hand.

  Has humans evolved to this degree?

  This is over. Xu Qing is strolling outside with Wang Zijun in a stroller. Wang Zijun still wants to hug his precious son, but Xu Qing refuses because the IQ thing may be contagious.

   "Aren't you in a wheelchair? You are discrimination!" Wang Zijun slapped the armrest with angrily.

   "By the way, what did your wife do before?" Looking back, he finally let go of his curiosity where he couldn't see the two daughters-in-law.

   "Plowing the fields."

   "Bullshit, is she that...that..."

For a long time, Wang Zijun didn't think of anyone who would be so capable.

   "Oh, tell the truth."

  Xu Qing sighed, Wang Zijun's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly moved closer to his ear, ready to hear the secret.

  At first glance, there is something!

"She is a top international killer. She started devilish training at the age of three. She carried out missions at the age of four. She once slaughtered a special force in Siberia. She reached the top of the killer list at the age of five. She was known as Yan Luo and came back to perform at six. Mission, the bag was stolen accidentally..."

  "Then retired at the age of seven and lived by picking up **** until I met you and brought her home?"

   Wang Zijun looked around for his anti-wolf spray, planning to spray this guy on his face.

   "Why do you have this stuff?" Xu Qing was surprised at the anti-wolf spray in his hand.

   "People are afraid of being famous and afraid of being strong. I am in a wheelchair and live broadcast. What if I encounter someone who is plotting against me."

"…well considered."

  Xu Qing is too lazy to complain. He has already seen that the ultimate form of this wheelchair is probably the pocket of a Ding Dong cat.

   "Don't be nonsense, is your wife..." Wang Zijun paused, he didn't even have a reliable guess!

  There may be a bug in this world, or there is really something like a natural power overlord.

  Walking down the street while pushing the baby, Xu Qing laughed as he watched the flow of people.

  The only one in the world.

  Qin Hao riding a motorcycle toot toot came from a distance, and saw them stop by the side of the road to say hello.

   "You two, what are you doing!"

   "Bring the baby to bend." Xu Qing greeted him, then pointed to Wang Zijun and said: "This guy just said that you want your daughter to be his son's wife."

   "Hey..." Qin Hao reached behind his clothes and fumbled, "This will torture you! Dare to beat my girl!"

   "Don't listen to him nonsense, my son is in kindergarten, there are a bunch of little girls."

   "Be a man."

  Qin Hao has become a veritable black fat man. After he had a girl, he began to get lucky. If he didn't know that he was a small police officer, it would be easy for people to think of him as a bureau chief only by his size and a black face.

Wang Zijun is still the appearance of a boy with kidney deficiency, thin and weak, Xu Qing is not much fat, and has lost his martial arts training. On the contrary, he looks a little strong. Wearing a shirt is not as empty as in previous years. He can slightly support his clothes. .

  Come over to look at Xu Qingtui’s twins. Qin Hao is envious as usual, and then guess which is the older sister. This time the blind mouse hit the cat and guessed it right.

  The two dolls have not grown up yet, and now they are not very different. If you don’t look at them often, it is difficult to distinguish them. Both are like dolls, with their small hands gently swinging.

   "Don't move, you've touched the child in such darkness, be careful of Qingzi and his wife hitting you."

  Wang Wangjun thought about Jiang He's heroic posture just now when he broke the steel cone, and estimate that Qin Hao's physique may not hold up a slap.

   "By the way, some women will gain weight in middle age, so big... Qingzi, be careful."

  He gestured, very sympathetic to Xu Qing, and now he is so brave. If Xu Qing's wife becomes that kind of aunt then, she is afraid that Xu Qing will not be killed by a finger.

  Can't afford to offend...

  His son still doesn't want to hit Xu Qing's daughter, this kind of mother-in-law may be deadly, in case that kind of strength can be inherited, it will be ruined.

  Xu Qing didn't bother to take care of this stuff. Jiang He is now practicing yoga and his body is so good that it is impossible to become an aunt.

   "I am tanned and not dirty." Qin Hao said.

   "It's not black, too. What if I tell my child about it."

   "I...grass!"

  Qin Hao was so angry that his mouth was trembling, and his anger was cold. Can this world be better? When will people who are not white can stand up?

  Three nearly middle-aged men were teasing around the two little dolls. Seeing Jiang He's figure from a distance, Wang Zijun wisely retracted his hands.

  "Where did you push the child?" Jiang He and Song Hui passed by and saw these three people stopping by the road to talk.

   "Show them off."

  Jiang He glanced at Xu Qing, then looked at them, Wang Zijun played with the wheelchair casually, Qin Hao grinned and greeted Song Hui with big white teeth.

  These men gather together, which makes people feel unreliable inexplicably.

  And the one from Song Hui's house... She looked at Song Hui and couldn't help but sympathize.

  If Xu Qing dared to do that...

  My husband is in a wheelchair every day, most of it is itchy, just just take a fight.

  (End of this chapter)