Dressed up as a Real Mom

Soon, Huang Lizhen and Li Xijin's lover also came, with a few children.

Xu Lanxiang asked them to put the children next door, anyway, there were already four children in her family, so a group of little monkeys played around there.

Only Huang Lizhen's one-year-old daughter, who was not walking steadily, was held in the arms of Lao Zhang.

The women were busy in the kitchen, and the men had no time to spare. They were forced to move the stove for a while and water for a while. Because Wei Jianwei didn't have enough chairs here, the old Wang went to his house and moved a few more.

Lin Yuefei lived in the camp and came last, and brought a bottle of wine with him.

When Xu Lanxiang saw it, she joked, "Lao Lin is the best man, unlike Lao Wang and the others, who came here with nothing."

Even though Lin Yuefei was frustrated, he didn't dare to offend several comrades in arms at once, and said hurriedly, "I want to drink by myself."

Wang Liqiang and several others looked at him, with the words on their faces saying that you are acquainted.

"That's also your intention."

"No, you ask them if there is anyone who doesn't want to drink, why don't they know how to bring wine?"

Lin Yuefei laughed twice with him, handed the wine to He Xiaoyun's hands, and quickly moved away from the women's pile, fearing that they would say a few more words, and the men over there would ask him to practice.

When the dishes are ready, it's noon. First call the group of children next door to feed them, and then the adults will go to the table.

Wei Jianwei and He Xiaoyun, two hosts, one used wine and the other used tea instead of wine, and first toasted everyone.

"This scene is a bit like the happy day when Old Wei married his younger siblings." Lin Yuefei joked.

"It happened that we were all absent when you got married. This glass of wine is made up. Come and drink everyone."

He Xiaoyun's face was reddish, put down the cup, glanced at Wei Jianwei, and said, "I don't know how to talk about scenes. From now on, everyone will be neighbors. The distant relatives are not as good as the neighbors. I have to ask some brothers and sisters to take care of me."

Xu Lanxiang smiled and said, "Why don't you know what to say in the scene? Isn't this a good point?"

"That's it, it's like us, opening your mouth will only call Zhang and Lao Zhao. You Jianwei is so beautiful." Huang Lizhen covered her mouth and smiled.

Xu Lanxiang said to her: "What do you know? Young couples have been married for a few years, and have been together and divorced a lot. Now it is not wrong to say that they are newlyweds. All of us are old husbands and old wives. Let you call , Are you embarrassed?"

What she said was to help He Xiaoyun on the face, but in fact she was still teasing her.

Huang Lizhen hurriedly responded: "Yes, you are right."

As soon as the two sang a match, the people on the table laughed, and He Xiaoyun blushed with embarrassment.

"All right, let's go on, Xiaoyun is going to bury her face in the bowl, you two should take a break first." Li Xijin said.

"Now you have come to be a good person, and you didn't say so vigorously just now," Huang Lizhen turned to her, "Is it because your old Zhao is working under Lao Wei's hands, and you are afraid that Lao Wei will embarrass her. Do you feel distressed?"

Li Xijin patted her lightly, "You are crazy, are you crazy to me?"

The women joked and laughed while eating, and the men ate and drank.

Lin Yuefei looked left and right, everyone was in pairs, but he was alone, and couldn't help thinking about his wife.

After a short while full, He Xiaoyun and several people got up and went to the room to talk, leaving them to continue drinking.

It wasn't until two or three o'clock in the afternoon that the party ended. Everyone helped clean up the table and kitchen, and then went home.

He Xiaoyun went to the next door to lead Wei Yuanhang back and coaxed him to take a nap. Then she looked up and saw Wei Jianwei standing at the table, looking out the window, not knowing what she was looking at, she walked over and asked, "Why are you standing?"

Wei Jianwei did not answer, turned his head to look at her, suddenly lowered his head and put his forehead on her shoulder.

He was much taller than her. This action was a bit hard and it looked a bit funny. Fortunately, there was no one else in the house at this time.

He Xiaoyun was taken aback, her hands stretched out helplessly, neither pushing them away nor holding them.

He had a faint scent of alcohol on his body, and the scorching breath he exhaled sprayed all over her neck, seeming to pass the alcohol to her, making her red from the neck all the way to the tips of her ears.

"What do you do? Get up quickly," she whispered embarrassedly.

Wei Jianwei gave a hum from his nose, but he didn't move.

After a while, He Xiaoyun gradually realized that he was drunk?

She thought it was a bit funny, but she couldn't think of it. Although his drink volume was not very good, the wine was not bad. He drank too much and was not noisy or noisy, but the whole person looked more stunned than usual, and even a little cute.

But no matter how cute, such a big head leaning on her is a bit overwhelming.

He Xiaoyun had to work hard to help and persuade him to put him on the bed and put him to sleep.

Looking at the father and son who were lying side by side and sleeping, she smiled and shook her head.

After that day, He Xiaoyun’s social interaction in the family building was completely opened. She also learned to knit a scarf from Huang Lizhen. She heard that soon it would start to snow in the north. She, a person from the south, should start preparing early. Warm clothes out.

In Qingshuihe, thousands of miles away, the family had just received the letter they sent back.

The few letter papers written by He Xiaoyun were almost entirely dictated by Wei Yuanhang and written by her ghostwriter. They were full of children's childish speeches.

Wei Zhenxing read the letter in a strong voice, and Wang Chunhua and Feng Qiuyue both covered their mouths and laughed.

After reading a page, the head of the family really couldn't read it any further, and handed the letter to the younger son, "Come and read it."

Wei Jianhua didn't have any psychological burden at all, and even learned Wei Yuanhang's tone, deliberately squeezing his throat and talking with milky voice, making Wang Chunhua smile and shoot him straight.

After reading it, he still had some ideas, "I have to let my second wife write more next time."

Wang Chunhua laughed and scolded: "Write more so that you can make trouble, isn't it?"

"How can this be mischievous? This is called ventriloquist, it is art!"

"It's a fart technique." Wang Chunhua said, turning around to discuss the content of the letter with her eldest daughter-in-law.

Wei Jianhua called Qu: "Mom, I will throw it away when you use it up. How can this be done?"

"Why, after raising you for 20 years, I can't even use you?" Wang Chunhua asked rhetorically.

One sentence blocked Wei Jianhua back.

She took the letter from her son and daughter-in-law and looked at it repeatedly. Although she couldn't understand it, she seemed to be able to see the little grandson shaking his head and talking to her through the letter, and she couldn't help but smile.

Feng Qiuyue hugged her daughter and said with a smile: "Tonight, Mom can finally sleep peacefully."

Wang Chunhua sighed contentedly.

On the other end, He Xiaofen also received the letter, and went back to her mother's house the same day to tell her mother.

"Why did Xiaoyun send the letter to you?" Li Yuegui was puzzled.

"Otherwise, if you send it home, you and dad won't understand it either."

In their family, the parents, like others, prefer their youngest sons, but they are not too bad for their two daughters. They both allow them to go to junior high school. Later it was the sisters who didn't want to go to school.

He Xiaofen said: "Xiaoyun said in her letter that they are all settled, the capital is very good, and her brother-in-law is also very good to her."

"She really said that?"

"Can I lie to you? Just here if you don't believe me, keep it until the little brother comes back, let him read it to you again."

Li Yuegui said with joy: "I can rest assured, Xiaoyun and Jianwei can do well, I can rest assured. Now I will—"

"Now waiting for me to give birth to a son, right?" He Xiaofen made up for her.

"As long as you know."

He Xiaofen said unhappily: "It's not that I said that you can have a son if you have a son. It's okay to force me to have a son at home, and you can say the same when you come back. Others will be backed by their natal family if they have problems. If I quarrel with their family in the future , Are you not planning to come back to me?"

Li Yuegui stopped for a while, looked at her expression, and asked carefully: "What? Is your mother-in-law embarrassing you again?"

"Even if she is not embarrassed, when will she make me comfortable?"

Li Yuegui sighed, did not speak for a long time, and then said: "Otherwise, I will say that I am not feeling well. You brought your child back to accompany me?"

Although she wholeheartedly hoped that He Xiaofen could give birth to a boy earlier, it was also for the sake of her daughter's happiness, and she did not have to force her. Hearing that her life in her natal family was uncomfortable, she would inevitably feel distressed and could not take care of her daughter for a while. Will other people gossiping when they return to their natal home?

He Xiaofen just complained casually. She didn't expect her mother to say that. You know, she is most afraid of others making irresponsible remarks.

There was some warmth in her heart, her mother still loved her no matter what.

"How can I curse myself for being uncomfortable? If I want to go home, I will come back directly, do they dare to detain me from the Zhang family?" He Xiaofen smiled and said, "Don't talk about this for now, Xiaoyun letter. Say, the north is much colder than ours, and I don’t know if she and Xiaohang can stand it."

The cold in the capital, He Xiaoyun felt it when she got off the train the first day. As the days passed, it became colder and colder. She and Wei Yuanhang are now warming up around the stove.

The first scarf was almost finished, but the ownership of the scarf made her a little embarrassed.

Originally, she was going to knit for Wei Jianwei. After all, he needs to go out all day at home, and she is a beginner. This scarf is basically equivalent to practice, not very beautiful. She wants to wait to learn some tricks before weaving. A better-looking one for Wei Yuanhang.

But the little fat man didn’t understand her painstaking efforts. He was a little jealous when he heard that her mother was knitting for her father. He wandered around her for the past two days, saying that when the scarf is knitted, he will grab it and listen. He Xiaoyun couldn't laugh or cry.

"Mom doesn't like me anymore." The kid pouted, his mouth so cocked that he could hang an oil bottle.

He Xiaoyun is funny: "Just because I didn't give you the scarf, I said I don't like you anymore?"

"There's more," Wei Yuanhang said, "Mom can't hold me now, but yesterday I asked my father to hold my mother!"

"Ahem -" He Xiaoyun was almost choked to death by her saliva.

Yesterday at noon, she was cooking soup in the kitchen. I didn’t know that Wei Jianwei had already returned. She was standing behind her. When she turned around to take the bowl, she bumped her head into his arms. This scene happened to be seen by Wei Yuanhang, and he was not seen at that time. What are you talking about, I didn't expect this little **** kid to remember it!

Being accused of this by a three-year-old kid, He Xiaoyun was ashamed and annoyed, she couldn't help but glared at the initiator.

Wei Jianwei looked at his son and thought to himself, it seems that it is time to have a man-to-man conversation with him.