Nangong Zi glanced at his wife quickly, and he immediately changed his tone, "Look, I told you not to come here, but if you insisted on coming, your sister drove you out anyway. You don't look like a pregnant woman, how can you be pregnant? You are running around like this, we will go to the hospital when we get back."

An Kexia: "I want to live with you, I'll go home and live at home."

An Kechun's injured hand didn't feel the pain until it was cold. Even her writing bones hurt.

A few days later, a few people went there, "Auntie, our sister-in-law asked us to install a heater for you."

An's mother often went to see her eldest daughter, and An's mother asked someone to stuff the quilt with thick fleece for her daughter. Dumplings are made at home, and the couple will drive to deliver them to the eldest daughter.

"Mom and Dad, don't come to see me if you have nothing to do. The second child is about to give birth. It's not good to be gloomy here. Don't bring bad things to the second child." An Kechun also started to drive her parents away.

Early in the morning, it was still dark. After the summer solstice, the colder the weather, the later the dawn.

Yenan Villa, the little tiger has already been forced to get up.

With his eyes closed, he was pulled by his mother to put on his clothes.

"Honey, where are you going to take our naughty treasure today?"

Jiang Chenyu said: "Give it to our dad, and teach him to write at home."

The calligraphy my son practiced last night was even more abstract than abstract art.

The little tiger woke up when his mother put on his clothes. He rubbed his eyes with his little hands and yawned. He was still in hysteria, as if he hadn't recovered.

Gu Nuannuan also said to her husband: "Why don't you ask our dad if he has anything to do recently? The elderly had a lot of invitations a year ago. If our dad is busy, don't send the child off."

In the past, my son was young, pushing a cart and holding a baby. No matter how unhappy the little Nai Tuanzi is, the little Nai Tuan will cry for a while, just give him something to eat and feed him. Now the little guy grows up and has more ideas. If you take him out, he will be the one who chases after you.

Jiang Chenyu nodded, but his wife thought about it. "good."

Just when the little tiger was dressed, he sat on his mother's lap, and he became a little more energetic, "Baby wants to go to my mother to learn and play~"

Gu Nuannuan hugged her son's soft face, no matter how she looked at it, she felt small, "Mom is going to study and go to class, so I can't play with you."

The little tiger leaned on his mother's shoulder in despair, looking at his father.

I asked Mr. Jiang, and sure enough, I wanted to meet some friends, "Is our tiger coming here? You can bring it here. Dad will lead it."

Jiang Chenyu knew his son's virtues, so he kept arguing endlessly, "He's three years old, so it's not easy to take him with him. I'll take him with me today, you're busy with your work."

In the dining room in the morning, Gu Nuannuan said: "Winter is a bit bad. You have to dress the tiger, wearing several layers inside and out. If it's summer, you can go out in pajamas and hug yourself."

Jiang Chenyu said: "In the future, train the tiger to dress himself."

The little tiger had a stern face, "Papa gave Bao clothes, but Bao can't wear them."

"If you don't know how to wear it, you have to learn."

Rebellious bastard, "Hmph, I can't learn, where can I wear Baorang?"

Jiang Chenyu and his son looked at each other, neither letting the other go. "'Where' can't dress you until you marry a wife. You have to learn. Open your mouth and drink the soup." Gu Nuannuan took the spoon and brought it to his son's mouth.

The little tiger opened his mouth wide and drank it in one gulp.

In the morning, the little tiger stayed at home. After sending off his parents, he demolished the house by himself.

Because Jiang Chenyu had a meeting in the morning, he could only go to the company by himself. At noon, Jiang Chenyu hurried home. He didn't see his son for a few hours, so he had to come back to see if he was worried. When he left, he took his son to the company again.

Teaching the little tiger to write, he doesn't write with the tea table on, he insists on lying on the sofa to write.

You can just write as you say, he took the nib and scribbled on the sofa.

Just draw, he poked a few holes in the leather sofa under his father's nose.

When Assistant He entered the office, what he saw was Xiaojun lying on his father's lap, his buttocks pouted and being beaten. He raised his face with difficulty, and cried, "Where can I pick up the treasure after school, where can I beat my father, woo woo~"

Put down his son and let him stand facing the wall for punishment.

With his hands behind his back, the little tiger looked at the wall, felt wronged and raised his arms to wipe away his tears, and continued to stand.

Jiang Chen glanced at his son's back from the corner of his eye, and then at Assistant He, "What's the matter?"

"President, it's almost the end of the year. Here are the documents sent by overseas branches for you to check."

Assistant He handed the document to Jiang Chenyu, and he also glanced at the naughty bag, "Little tiger, what's wrong?"

"Let him talk to you himself."

Jiang Chenyu got up with the document and went to the office desk to read it.

Assistant He squatted beside the little tiger, "Tiger, tell Uncle He what's wrong?"

"Uncle, do you dare to beat my father?"

Assistant He: "...Uncle dare not."

The corner of the little tiger's mouth pressed down in aggrieved way, "Who dares, where does Bao Rang come and beat my dad?"

Jiang Chenyu listened to his son's childish speech with a smile on his lips. He quickly scanned the documents, signed them and asked Assistant He to take them out.

With the door closed, Jiang Chenyu looked at his son seriously, "Stand still, put your heels together, and see if Xiaonuan comes over and beats you or me."

"Beat Dad." You can't lose your momentum, even if you are punished to stand still, you have to shout.

Gu Nuannuan is out of school. Recently, her son loves to eat the soy sauce cakes sold at her school. She bought a copy and brought it home for the old man at home. The little tiger also tried it and wanted to eat it. Today, after school is early, Gu Nuan Nuan bought cakes and porridge at school, and took them to Jiang's Group.

As soon as he entered the door, a complainant ran over on his lap.

Three minutes later, the little tiger sat on the sofa, holding the glutinous red bean porridge in both hands, and asked his mother to feed the sauce cake while drinking. "Where, Dad beat your family treasure again."

"You eat first, and you will beat my Jiabao when you are full." Gu Nuannuan said calmly.

The little tiger was full of food and drink. Standing by the sofa, his mother pointed to the small needle-like hole on the sofa, and was criticized for a long time behind his hands.

Zhen Xi came to see his godfather a few years ago when he was busy. The little guy is not very familiar with this godfather. After hanging out for a while, the relationship between the two is very beautiful.

The little tiger who caused trouble only deserves to be beaten in the eyes of his parents. There is a ray of liveliness in the eyes of others.

Jiang Chenyu went to take care of his son, and Zhen Xi choked with him, "Children are innocent and lively, why do you always want to obliterate the liveliness and cuteness of your godson?"

Jiang Chen's heart was blocked, and he pointed to his half-old son, "Is there anyone who is lively and cute to grab?"

"my home."

Jiang Chenyu pointed to the potholes on the ground again, "What is this for?"

"Teach my son how to bury mines."

President Jiang: "..."

I happened to meet a little tiger who loves to play with mud, and he played very seriously.

After Gu Nuannuan finished the exam, she was on vacation.

Cui Zhengjun also passed the law test this year. After all, he entered the school one year earlier than Gu Nuannuan and Duan Ying. Cui Zhengjun and Yu Feijin will help them in many things they don't understand.