Doting wife self-marriage

462 Chapter 2 The old and the young are not serious ([-])
It wasn't long before the matter was brought up again, and Weiran felt a sense of exhaustion. Fortunately, Song Guozhong just made a few indirect remarks, which was nothing more than telling Song Chenyi to correct his style, resist temptation, and protect his family and wife. His tone was just like his The same as in the previous training.

Still resist the temptation...

Song Chenyi felt wronged, what else in this world could seduce him?However, what the old man said was in high spirits. Based on his years of understanding, he would definitely not be able to talk back. Not even a single person from the surrounding family came out to speak for him. spiritual communication.

After Song Guozhong taught Song Chenyi a comfortable lesson, everyone immediately felt liberated. As the eldest daughter-in-law, Wu Juanqing naturally had to do her part, and asked Song Guozhong with concern, "Dad, should we open up?"

It's still early now, but considering that the old man is tired from the bumpy journey after taking the plane, he can go to rest as soon as possible after dinner.

Song Guozhong nodded, waved his hand, and said coolly: "Then let's serve dinner." After speaking, everyone stood up, and Song Guozhong still didn't forget to look back at Weiran who was being supported by Song Chenyi, and then swayed slowly Go to position.

The elders of the family walked in front first, Song Chenyi put his arms around Weiran, passed by Song Chenchen, his eyes widened in surprise, and he made an expression that he had just discovered, and said: "Chenchen is back too!"

When Song Chenchen heard this, his fair face immediately darkened, and then, someone laughed.

"Brother, do you think you haven't been told enough by your grandfather?"

She, a big living person, sat on the side for so long and was discovered?Even if it is pretend, do you still have to pretend to be like this?Anyway, she is depressed!

Song Chenyi paused, and sneered nonchalantly, "The old man is idle and has nothing to do... ah."

He still wanted to continue to say something, but a sudden pain in his waist made him take a deep breath without warning, gave him a slight glance, then tilted his head to look at Song Chenchen with a dark face, and said with a smile: "You Big Brother is having a bit of a convulsion today, so don't bother him too much."

This man, how could he still have the gentle and elegant appearance when I first met him, now he is sometimes cunning and sometimes black-bellied, making people always on the verge of going berserk, but he is still calm and calm, holding the The appearance is really annoying.

Song Chenyi was not annoyed when he heard his wife's comments, he put away his stern face, he still had that elegant and elegant face, but he showed his 'true face' in front of her more and more often.

But today, Song Guozhong seems to be really idle and has nothing to do, is he here to ask for trouble?

Since these days of pregnancy, Weiran’s meals are served separately, and each dish is made according to the nutritional recipes provided by the nutritionist. Although it seems that there is nothing precious at first glance, it is actually the most important thing for pregnant women. Most helpful menu ever.

But Song Guozhong looked at the color of the clear soup with little water, and the ingredients in it seemed to be very ordinary, so he frowned displeasedly, and asked, "Is this what Xiaoran eats?"

"..." Wu Juanqing looked at Song Guozhong's disgusted expression and knew that the old man must have disapproved of these dishes, but she nodded honestly and said politely: "Yes, Dad."

"How about that?"

Song Guozhong's voice became louder all of a sudden, but he didn't say anything else. After thinking for a while, he continued, "How can this be done without meat? In two days, I'll go hunting and catch some wild animals and bring them back to Xiaoran. Stew and eat."

Hearing about hunting and wild animals, Weiran almost couldn't swallow a mouthful of food, what's going on?
Wu Juanqing had a similar look to her own son, with an expression of "I knew it was like this". It wasn't because the nutritionist said that dinner should be light so there is no big fish and meat, but there is meat for lunch, and it is all of quality Excellent meat.

"Grandpa, no need, me." Weiran took a tissue and wiped her mouth, trying to refuse the master's kindness, her heart trembled with fear at the thought of eating those weird things, maybe wild animals pulled Stewed meat is called meat, but she really doesn't like to eat wild things that are hard to find in the eyes of others.

But before she could finish speaking, she was stopped by the man next to her. Song Chenyi put the green vegetables on her bowl, stared at her tenderly and softly, and said softly, "It's okay, Grandpa's hands are itchy." .”

itchy hands

There are several mountains and forests in the remote areas of the capital that have not yet been reclaimed. Song Guozhong used to go hunting there two or three times a month. Of course, there are people around him, and there are many old friends of his. Naturally, he will not give up his good craft.

It's just itchy hands.

Living in Baicheng for such a long time, he has also met many people, but they only meet occasionally to drink tea and play golf. Some time ago, he was taught to play local mahjong, but these activities are not what he is most interested in. , he has lived in the army for most of his life, so naturally he has to use what he has learned.

Two days after Song Guozhong came back, many people came to visit. First, the people in the compound knew about it, and then the news spread one by one, and his old friends also knew about it. They asked him out without saying a word, so Weibo However, in the past two days, except for dinner time, I didn't see him.

"I really don't know how boring Grandpa is staying in Baicheng. This time, he's outside every day when he gets home."

With slender and fair hands, he lifted the thin quilt, sat on the bed slightly warm, and stretched out his hand to brush his slightly messy hair. Song Chenyi had just come out of the bathroom, with the fresh mint smell she was familiar with, which made her a little confused Feel.

Without answering her words immediately, Song Chenyi put the clothes in his hands aside, and went to bed resolutely, spread the quilt with both hands vigorously, and the beige thin quilt immediately covered their bodies.

"That's someone I don't know very well in Baicheng. Grandpa is always the one who never sees the end. You will find out later."

The big hand under the quilt is stroking her slightly round belly, which has become a compulsory lesson for him every night before going to sleep. Weiran is lying on the bed, carefully observing the hand on her body, keenly Feeling that he was getting more and more popular, he slapped his palm away in embarrassment, and said coquettishly: "It's like this every day, don't you find it annoying?"

"Not bothering."

Song Chenyi laughed lightly, and replied in a very serious manner. His fair and slender fingers stuck out of the quilt, and gently stroked the ends of her hair. There was a gentle pampering in his indifferent eyes, even the faint yellow warm color The light was not half as bright as his eyes.

"I will remove the plaster tomorrow, so I don't have to look swollen like a steamed bun."

(End of this chapter)