The secret of a black-bellied husband

Chapter 167 I'm still the one who quarreled and tossed (5)
"Mom, Jiajun is not your lost child."

Mama Huang's complexion immediately fell, as if she was acting. Sun Jiajun felt that Mama Huang and Papa Huang were very gentle. Are you looking at it now?
"Ai Meng, don't be jealous. It's normal for us to like a guest at home. I fall in love with this child, and I can't give her anything. She won't come to me if she wants anything. Don't think too much about it."

Ms. Huang has always felt that Ai Meng has a lot of eyes, so she can't say whether she likes or hates Ai Meng. It is Huang Xiaoyang who wants to live with Ai Meng for the rest of his life. If you don't agree to stop it, it's useless. Whether it's good or bad is the child's own business. She just made her position clear. If you want to listen, you can listen. If you don't want to listen, you can pull it down. It's nothing.

Ai Meng was a little embarrassed, Huang Xiaoyang glanced at her, Ai Meng felt that her mother-in-law was too, she didn't say anything, as for?
"Mom, I don't mean that."

"It's best not to have one, so let's get rid of it quickly. Xiaosan and Xiaoyang have a very good friendship. You said there is still stuff in it, and the relationship is good. Do you understand our family, your family, and everyone else?"

Then the two went upstairs, Ai Meng thought to herself, look, look, her father-in-law is cooking?
Go dreaming, this is Sun Jiajun who met today, otherwise he would not take the initiative to cook even if he is idle, what is he thinking, it is not enough to live together for convenience, it is not that the father-in-law and mother-in-law are not good Well, Ai Meng just thinks that her parents-in-law are too calm, they don't seem close to Huang Xiaoyang and her at all, they don't look like a family.

Huang Xiaoyang got up and took the clothes in his hands.

"Come on, go home."

Ai Meng felt that her mother-in-law was right. She liked Sun Jiajun quite a lot. There was no need to be jealous, right? She patted herself on the head and hugged Huang Xiaoyang's arm with a smile. Huang Xiaoyang glanced at her and wanted to push her away. She came, and then she didn't do anything.

When Sun Jiajun wrote a novel, Papa Huang really went to read it. It was enough to save face. He was not just talking about it. Papa Huang has retired in the past two years. Happy and happy, there are few things that can make him feel moved, Sun Jiajun is an exception.

"Well written and talented."

Huang's mother also thinks that she can make money on the Internet, and this child is promising.

"Better than Xiaoyang, what do I mean by that means San'er fucking doesn't like Jiajun?"

Huang's father smiled: "The family is right, look at Ai Meng, what's the matter with being right, I think San'er is quite smart, Jiajun is so nice, you see that character knows how to giggle all day long."

The two of them had no reason to praise Sun Jiajun here. Over there, Sun Jiajun went home and Lu Zhanjiang came back. There was no bullshit in the house, so they could eat air.

kitchen.

"I'm sorry, I forgot, I went to Aimeng's mother-in-law's house."

What should we do now?I don't want to go out anymore, and I haven't prepared meals at home, so I forgot to call Xiaofang.

Lu Zhanjiang rubbed on the floor step by step, and then looked at Sun Jiajun meaningfully.

"Fifth day."

Sun Jiajun was baffled, what was the fifth day, and then thought that Lu Zhanjiang meant that she had persisted for five days, and she threw her body into the sofa, and she felt that she was amazing if she could persist for five days.

"Let me order delivery for you."

He can't eat it just thinking about it. He hates the food brought in from outside.

Lu Zhanjiang opened the cupboard, found the pasta he bought when he and Sun Jiajun went to the supermarket last time, and glanced outside: "Do you want to eat?"

"You do it? Okay."

Sun Jiajun followed to make fun of her, and Lu Zhanjiang slapped her on the top of the head: "Go out, don't hinder me here."

"I'm afraid that I'm going to learn it secretly, it's boring." Sun Jiajun went out muttering, and shouted to Lu Zhanjiang outside: "Huang Xiaoyang's parents want to accept me as a daughter, what do you think?"

"Lu Zhanjiang?"

"Lao Lu?"

Why is there no sound?Captured by aliens?
"husband?"

"Follow if you like."

Sun Jiajun cut it, who is it, ran into the kitchen to look for fruit, Lu Zhanjiang frowned slightly: "Don't eat it now, I won't be able to eat it after a while."

Sun Jiajun chuckled, grabbed it out, and ate it by himself on the sofa.

After dinner, everyone is busy with their own work, and finished their essays, so they don't have to wake up early tomorrow?
Sun Jiajun felt very bored, there was nothing to do, well, clean up the room, clean up from beginning to end by yourself, you said people are working, she will be attentive when she comes here, and toss endlessly in the study with the vacuum cleaner, Lu Zhanjiang endured it several times, but finally couldn't.

"Xiao Fang has already tidied up, can you go to another place to work? Then you go to the bathroom and close the door."

Sun Jiajun packed up the vacuum cleaner, and then went to the bathroom by herself. She wiped the toilet more than ten times, and poured a bag of washing powder into it. It's boring, and I really don't know what to do.

When you are busy, you are busy, and when you are not busy, you are idle.

Woke up to write at four o'clock in the morning, Lu Zhanjiang turned around: "Didn't you finish writing yesterday?"

"Well, I'm writing more today, and I feel empty if I don't write." Sun Jiajun muttered.

Lu Zhanjiang shook his head in his heart, still free, I think you are also free, bored enough to go to wash the toilet, if you are not free, whoever is free.

"I should give you an award for the most diligent author."

"That's OK, go and give me a quilt, and ask for gold."

After six o'clock, Lu Zhanjiang got up and changed his clothes after rushing through. The two of them went downstairs to the mountain. He was always in good spirits, and she seemed to be beaten by frost.

"I said, can you be more energetic, why do you look like a little old lady?"

Sun Jiajun curled his lips, it seems like it.

When going up the mountain, Sun Jiajun thought of a question, and quickly chased after him, hugging Lu Zhanjiang's arm. Now Lu Zhanjiang dare not say what Sun Jiajun was bent over to do, but he knew about it. It seemed that he had something to say, more precisely. To say the least, she asked herself.

(End of this chapter)