Mr. Xiao’s Unconditional Love

Comrade Du Jun still looked unconvinced, Ruan Mengmeng hanging his head beside him, pursing his lips and smirking.

"For my mother, there is nothing to ask for your husband and wife. The only requirement is that you must be pregnant before the end of the year! Du Jun, open your eyes and see, your nephew's child is eight years old!" The old lady pointed Lu Xiaogun on the side Lu Xiaowu said to Comrade Du Jun again.

I hate iron but not steel!

"That's right! My uncle and grandpa are so annoying, I will have to call your baby uncle and aunt in the future!" Lu Xiaowu stepped forward, very depressed.

She couldn't accept that she wanted to call a little baby "uncle" or "auntie"!

Lu Xiaogun and Xiao Qi also sighed silently in their hearts.

Their father, Comrade Lu Beixiao, was depressed. When he was a child he wanted to call his uncle Du Jun who was two years older than him. In the future, a man in his 30s will have to be equal to a little baby!

"Old lady, Mengmeng and I have no plans to have a baby!" Comrade Du Jun raised his voice and said something like "great rebellion!"

As soon as he said this, he saw the gray-haired, skinny old lady Du and her eyes turned straight with anger, and Ms. Du Yingdu hurriedly stepped forward to give the old lady comfort.

"Du Jun! Are you not planning to have children, or are you still unable to give birth?" Comrade Du Jun's cousin asked him enthusiastically.

"Look at his fragile appearance, I guess he can't give birth!" Another cousin also stimulated him.

Although Comrade Du Jun is two on the surface, he is not really stupid. How can he not hear these **** hurting him!

"Who can't give birth?! Me, I don't want to give birth!" Comrade Du Jun stood up and straightened his back domineeringly.

Mrs. Du was even more desperate now, patted her legs and said, "You tell me, why have I been living in vain for so many years? I should leave earlier!"

Comrade Du Jun curled his lips and looked at the old lady who was in the middle of the show, without wanting to say anything.

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Don't look at the enchanting uncle who looks weak and feminine, but he has a surprisingly good amount of alcohol. As the groom's official, he has been filled with wine for several rounds and still stands tall!

He was pushed to the door of the bridal chamber by those cousins ​​and cousins.

"What are you guys doing?! Billowing--"

The bridegroom officer turned the doorknob of the room, and stepped into the new house, which was flamboyant and charming...

"Ah!" The bride suddenly appeared from nowhere. When he jumped off, Comrade Du Jun leaned on the door panel and saw Ruan Mengmeng wearing a big red suspender nightdress with her long hair curled up. Putting it down, she pushed him between the door panel and her.

"Ruan Mengmeng, you, don’t you wear so little, don’t you feel cold?" Comrade Du Jun lowered his head, looking at the dazzling white skin, long hair as black as ink, and nightdress as red as a red rose. She seems to be always dressed in a handsome police uniform or unisex sportswear...

He was nervous inexplicably, his heartbeat speeded up inexplicably, he couldn't help swallowing, and he accidentally saw the looming gully in her chest, so scared that he quickly turned his eyes off, "Ruan Mengmeng, put your clothes on, you like me, I'm not used to it!"

Ruan Mengmeng: I am not used to it! But how to have children otherwise? !

She watched the flushing cheeks and closed her eyes, as if he had seen a ghost, she was really depressed, "husband...I promised my mother that she will let her old man hold his grandson next year!"

As Madam spoke, he unbuttoned his red Tang suit one by one.

Comrade Du Jun widened his eyes, "Ruan Mengmeng! You, why do you promise her?"