Mrs. Huo, she is very charming

Huo Hanxiao refused: I can't die, please.

Huo Lin deeply sniffed: respect the old and love the young, you first.

Huo Hanxiao: my daughter-in-law has your grandson in her stomach.

Huo Linshen didn't care: granddaughter, I still think about it.

Huo Hanxiao smiles: I will tell my daughter that her grandfather looks at her mother being bullied and ignores her.

Huo Linshen

With a heavy sigh, he put down the rolling pin in his hand and walked to Ruan Qing's side regardless of the flour.

"My daughter-in-law, I have too much dough and my wrist hurts."

As soon as Ruan Qing heard this, he immediately pulled out from the state of flower mania and quickly grasped Huo Linshen's wrist, "it hurts?"

"Well." Huo Linshen's face is pitiful.

Ruan Qing was very worried. "I'll go to the medicine box and spray some medicine for you."

"Good."

Ruan Qing stood up from the sofa, looking for the medicine box, and scolded discontentedly.

The object of reprimand is not Huo Linshen.

It's Huo Hanxiao.

"I don't know how old your father is? What's the matter with more work? "

Huo Hanxiao, "..."

Jiang Fanxing, "..."

She can still remember Ruan Qing's words: men are as fierce as tigers.

Although

Huo Linshen is over fifty years old.

"Mom, if you were smart, Dad would not be so tired."

"How dare you talk to my daughter-in-law like that? What kind of attitude is that? " Before Ruan Qing spoke, Huo Linshen was dissatisfied and began to scold.

Huo Hanxiao, "..."

"That Husband, does your wrist hurt? " Jiang Fanxing sees Huo Hanxiao's depressed face, walks over, grabs his wrist and asks.

"It hurts." Huo Hanxiao nodded without thinking.

"I'll blow it for you and it won't hurt."

"Well, good. You give me a blow. I'm not like some old people. I have to spray medicine when I'm in pain Huo Han said.

Huo Linshen, "..."

Ruan Qing, "..."

Jiang Fanxing can't laugh or cry.

The Huo family want to laugh to death so that they can inherit her flowers!

One is more naive than the other.

"Blow it." Huo Hanxiao saw that she was laughing like a chipmunk and couldn't help poking her in the face.

Jiang Fanxing raised his eyes and looked at him. Then he lowered his head and blew at his wrist which was stained with some flour.

While blowing while coaxing, "darling, no pain, no pain."

Huo Hanxiao gives Huo Linshen a defiant look.

Huo Han made a noise.

Silent response: naive.

Huo Hanxiao complacent smile, no longer pay attention to him.

"Does it still hurt?" After blowing five or six times, Jiang Fanxing stopped and asked.

Huo Hanxiao took her wrist in his backhand and shook his head. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"That's good."

At this time, Ruan Qing found the medicine box, pulled Huo Lin deep sitting on the sofa, "the rest of the dumplings let your son do it by himself, you have a good rest."

"Well, I'll listen to my daughter-in-law." Later, Huo Linshen took a glance at Huo Hanxiao.

Huo Han chuckles and circles Jiang Fanxing back to the room.

Huo Linshen, "..."

……

Huo Hanxiao takes Jiang Fanxing back to his room and changes into thick clothes.

"Hat and scarf and gloves. It's cold outside." Huo Hanxiao is fully armed with Jiang Fanxing.

"Are you going to set off fireworks?"

"Well, so wear more."

"But Is it really OK to leave it to dad? "

"Don't worry, he wants us not to be light bulbs."

After changing clothes, Huo Hanxiao leads Jiang Fanxing downstairs.

Jiang Fanxing took a look.

Huo Linshen and Ruan Qing are sitting on the operating platform. You ask me to make dumplings.

Huo Hanxiao is right.

He wants us to disappear soon.

Only he and Ruan Qing are left in the world.