Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 162 Wife, You Are So Smell! (3)
That's right, she married into the Su family, not the Song family!
Looking at Song Ranqin's colorful face as he wished, Jin Ziqi persuaded him kindly: "Ma'am, don't worry about the Jin family, the Jin family can still afford a house, let alone marrying a daughter!"

Song Ranqin just stared at Jin Ziqi and Song Qiyan, who were "crying cats and pretending to be merciful", gritted their teeth and said coldly, "I don't need you to put on a show there, we are not poor enough to ask your Jin family to give alms."

"Ran Qin..." Song Zhiren frowned, somewhat disapproving of Song Ranqin's rude and aggressive tone.

But Song Ranqin had already walked away, and the door of the living room made a heavy sound due to excessive force.

Jin Ziqi and Song Qiyan looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths hooked slightly.

"This mother-in-law is so fierce!" Jin Moumou, who was in Song Zhiren's arms, covered his big eyes with a look of fear on his face.

When Song Zhiren saw the good-looking grandson in his arms, Song Ranqin's matter was immediately forgotten.

Cheerfully holding up the clever so-and-so, no matter how you look at it, you like it.

Song Zhiren laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth but saw his eyes: "My little weird grandson, if we don't see each other for a few days, I'll miss my grandfather... No, it should be grandpa, yes, it's grandpa, ha ha!"

"So-and-so misses grandpa too!" Jin Moumou blinked his big eyes, looked up at Apple's face, held Song Zhiren's face in his small hands, and said "Huh" in surprise: "Oh, I haven't seen Grandpa for a few days, and Grandpa is even more worried." How young!"

Song Zhiren laughed from ear to ear when he heard this: "Really? Bao'er can really talk, and grandpa feels at ease when he hears it. He's better than your father, I don't know how many times better——"

"I boast if I say it, how can I be hurt?" Song Qiyan touched his straight nose.

Song Zhiren gave Song Qiyan an angry look, then turned to look at XX with a loving smile on his face.

"By the way, two days ago I asked the eminent monk of Fanyin Temple to read the horoscope of our Bao'er's birthday. The eminent monk said that Bao'er is the fate of great wealth and great honor. If she was born in ancient times, she would be a future general. Yuki."

"Concubine Yu?" Song Qiyan almost spit out a sip of tea just now, and looked at Song Zhiren who was full of pride, "What's wrong with calling it Concubine Yu? How did the bald donkey get its name?"

Song Zhiren immediately became upset, "What a bald donkey, that's an eminent monk, and the name he gave naturally conformed to the destiny. Our Bao'er will be called Song Yuji from now on!"

The corner of Jin Ziqi's eyes twitched, the name "Concubine Yu" is indeed a bit too much...

"Mr. Song, see if you can ask the eminent monk to name another one. So-and-so is a boy, and it's somewhat inappropriate to be called Yu Ji." Jin Ziqi discussed it.

Song Zhiren saw that the child's parents had objections to the name, and felt unhappy.

"What do you mean another one? Are you trying to blaspheme the gods? It is a great blessing for our Song family to be named by an eminent monk, so it's settled like this. From now on, our so-and-so will be called Yuji!"

Jin Ziqi couldn't help raising his hand to caress his forehead, Yu Ji, no matter how she called her, she felt a little awkward in her heart.

You can't call other children like Kiki, Xiaoji, my God...

Song Qiyan sneered directly: "Why don't you let the eminent monk name my son Xiang Yu? Isn't that a more famous name?"

Song Zhiren didn't seem to understand the irony in Song Qiyan's words, he patted his knee, and said cheerfully: "The other day I went to the temple and met an old brother, and he also gave his grandchildren who had just turned one month old. Praying for blessings, the eminent monk gave his granddaughter the name, which is the name Xiangyu in your mouth, it seems that the surname is Lu, yes, it is called Lu Xiangyu."

Jin Ziqi: "..."

Song Qiyan: "..."

As the saying goes, sickness comes like a mountain, does it mean Song Qiyan?

Early the next morning, when Jin Ziqi woke up, he saw that Song Qiyan next to him had a strange expression on his face.

I stretched out my hand to touch his forehead, and it was about the same temperature as my own, but there was a layer of sweat on my palm.

In this kind of weather, without turning on the heater, he can still sleep sweating?
However, just touching his forehead did not reveal that he had fever symptoms.

"Ayan, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" Jin Ziqi gently pushed Song Qiyan to wake him up.

Song Qiyan's closed eyes slowly opened, but the line of his lips was still stretched straight, not to mention his frown.

"Xiao Qi, are you up yet?" His speech was obviously slow and feeble.

Jin Ziqi felt anxious, got out of bed and took a towel to wipe his pale face, and asked worriedly: "Did you catch a cold last night? I'll ask the family doctor to come home."

He was about to make a phone call, but Song Qiyan grabbed her, "It's just a seasonal cold, it's nothing serious, don't go, stay with me, okay?"

Jin Ziqi looked at the haggardness in his eyes, nodded, and took some cold medicine to feed him.

Song Qiyan said, "I have a headache, Xiao Qi, can you twist a hot towel for me?"

When Jin Ziqi came out of the bathroom with a towel, Song Qiyan was already sitting on the head of the bed, drinking from a water glass, his face was still a little pale, and his spirit looked rather decadent.

Noticing that the medicine on the bed cabinet showed signs of being passive, Jin Ziqi looked at him inquiringly.

Song Qiyan nodded in agreement: "Well, I ate it when you twisted the towel."

At this moment, Jin Moumou's mournful little animal's wounded cry suddenly sounded outside the house: "Ah——"

"What's the matter?" Jin Ziqi got up subconsciously and went to open the door.

The man who was sleeping on the bed with his eyes closed secretly opened a slit to look at the door when she turned around.

At the door of the bedroom, Jin Moumou sat on the ground, held up the painting in his hand, looked up at Jin Ziqi and cried, "Qiqi, a painting of a certain person, a painting that a certain person wants to give to the teacher, why is there an extra person!"

Jin Ziqi couldn't understand what the child said, but he understood immediately when he looked down at the crayon drawing.

The painting was still the one I saw in the car last night, but there was an extra person in the painting at some point.

Standing next to Jin Moumou in a small dress, wearing a groom's gown, holding Jin Moumou in one hand, echoing Jin Ziqi in a wedding dress on the other side, you can tell from this picture that they are a family of three.

Jin Ziqi's temples twitched.

Who is this extra grinning man in the painting but Song Qiyan?

She then turned her head to look at the bed, but only saw a bulged quilt.

this person--

Really like a child...

There were still tears on Jin's cheeks, and he was twitching, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Jin Ziqi could only coax the little one softly, but the big one still needed her care.

Also because Song Qiyan was not feeling well, after careful consideration, Jin Ziqi still asked for leave to stay at home.

In the empty villa, apart from a few servants, there were only the couple.

(End of this chapter)