Chief husband, strong love!

The old man just wants the old lady to be happy now.

But I brought Susu here once last time. The old lady was really happy.

But now the situation is special. Su Su had better move less and go out less during this period of time.

I don't plan to bring her every time I come to see the old lady.

The old man now looks like he has something to say to himself. It can't be... He wants him to adopt a child, and then his mother mistakenly thinks it was born by Su Su.

The night Lord frowned and resolutely refused, "I have no plan to adopt for the time being. The old man is still patient. We'll talk about some things in two months."

This time, the old man was completely convinced.

Waving to him, "you go, you go, I don't want to see you now. I'm going to have high blood pressure."

Although the night Lord didn't understand why the old man was so excited, he didn't bother to ask.

That is, in these two months, tell the good news to the old man in another two months, and the old man will understand it naturally.

"Hum, I need my old man to take care of him when I get married. It's really not easy."

Master Ye was very angry, but he didn't want to communicate with him any more.

Anyway, what he means is that he hasn't thought about a wedding at all.

Even if I told him, he was reluctant.

Well, I won't discuss it with him.

The night old man turned out the old yellow calendar and found out some auspicious days he had checked before.

He is unwilling and must do so.

Anyway, the wedding must be held.

Otherwise, Su Su has been with him for so many years.

Also while he and his mother are still alive, look at a few more happy events.

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Here, the night Lord has begun to personally plan how to prepare the wedding without the night Lord's knowledge.

The night Lord didn't know it. When he was ready to go back, he passed by the room of little white gourd.

He pushed the door open.

The little white gourd room is not as fancy and childish as the rooms of ordinary children.

On the contrary, although the tone is fresh and childlike, there is a very advanced minimalist style.

At least the nightmaster appreciates it.

But as soon as he entered the door, his face turned black.

Night Xiaojiu is sitting on the desk, a pair of short legs are still hanging in the air, swinging leisurely, but his hands are typing fast on the keyboard.

He was absorbed in the screen, which was the game he had been playing recently.

He is teaming up with his teammates to kill the enemy.

"Night nine!"

The night Lord couldn't see it. He came forward and took off his headphones. He also pulled out the headphone cable and quickly moved out of the adult's authority, "what are you doing?"

Night nine looked up inexplicably, "I'm playing games. Grandpa, don't you have good eyes?"

"Play games? You don't do your homework. Do you play games?"

Night Baron is a little biased against games, especially when others are only four or five years old.

After that, can he inherit Shengye well?

Can you shoulder the responsibility of night home in the future?

At the thought of yexiaojiu, if the hope of the night family grows crooked, won't his son come to save the field in the future, he thinks Alexander.

"I think you really need to go to cram school."

The voice of the night Lord clearly passed through the microphone.

Night nine looked at grandpa who was more strict than his father, and it was too late to seal his mouth.

"Sleeping trough, doing homework? Cram school? Can't you be a primary school student?"

"Did you hear it wrong? It doesn't sound like ah, nor does it sound like technology."

"Damn it, I formed a team with primary school students? I'm famous all my life!"