President proudly spoils the petty wife

After all, Wenquan Creek lives with his elders. He just came in without saying hello. It seems very impolite.

"Aunt, I'm sorry to disturb you in the morning." Shan Jiang said apologetically.

"It's all right! Xiaoshan, you'll think this is your home! Just go in and out!" Lin Yufen said happily, then stretched out her head and asked softly, "Xiaoshan, did the old man call you? Did he say anything to you?"

Lin Yufen feels that Shan Jiang's behavior today is a little excited. It seems that the old man agreed?

But not so fast? Master Wang seems to be in America! There must be jet lag with here!

"Aunt, Grandpa called me last night and said he agreed." Shan Jiang smiled and said, "he said give me the baby and let me take good care of her!"

"Really?" Lin Yufen almost howled, quickly covered her mouth and asked softly, "really? The old man agreed? That... That proves that your birthday eight characters match!"

"Hmm!" Shan Jiang thought so, so he nodded.

"Ha ha..." Lin Yufen couldn't help laughing and said, "I'm going downstairs. I won't disturb you and the baby."

With that, Lin Yufen went downstairs.

Shan Jiang smiled and walked to the room of Wenquan Creek. He pulled down the door handle and didn't lock it, so Shan Jiang gently opened the door and went in.

The pure white European style king bed and the Hot Spring Creek were replaced with the full set of Hello Kitty. It looks pink, just like a little girl's room.

If it were someone else's room, Shan Jiang would feel very childish, but this is wenbaobao's room.

lovely!

That's how he felt.

Hot Spring Creek lay on the bed, with eyes closed and mouth pursed, as if sleeping very well.

This is the second time he has entered the boudoir of Hot Spring Creek. The first time, he remembered that he suffered from "inhuman" torture here. He almost had to go to the hospital because of pain somewhere.

"Baby!" Shan Jiang leaned close to the hot spring stream and shouted softly.

No response.

Like the last time she took a nap on the RV in Bali, Shan Jiang knew that she couldn't wake her up by "shouting" when she slept in the hot spring stream.

He simply sat down beside the bed and quietly watched her lovely touch when she was sleeping. Then he couldn't help reaching out and touching the little meat face of the hot spring stream.

"Drumsticks! Drumsticks!" Wenquan Creek suddenly grabbed Shan Jiang's hand on her face, then suddenly smelled it and shouted, "what a delicious drumstick! What's the smell? Is it five scents?"

"No!" Wenquan Creek closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Is it Orleans? No! Is it rattan pepper? It doesn't seem to be!" Wenquan Creek said to himself, "it seems to be mint. WOW! I haven't eaten Mint chicken legs! Is it newly developed by Aunt Zhang?"

Shan Jiang looked at the hot spring stream, smelled the movement of his hand and listened to her shocking quotations. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

This warm baby turned his hand into a chicken leg?

Mint chicken legs?

"Ah..." Shan Jiang shouted with pain.

Just when he was thinking about peppermint chicken legs, Wenquan Creek had opened his mouth and bit down at his hand.

"No taste! Aunt Zhang, peppermint chicken legs have no taste." Wenquan Creek is obviously not interested in the food in front of him at the moment. It's strange that this chicken leg is not delicious at all.

So she reached out and rubbed her eyes and opened her bleary eyes.

At this time, Shan Jiang sat by the bed and painfully covered his hand.

Vaguely, the Hot Spring Creek seemed to see a figure on the edge of his bed. It was dark. Was it a ghost?

"Ah..." the hot spring stream was startled, suddenly sat up from the bed and shouted, "ghost! Ghost!"

"Hmmm..." Shan Jiang stretched out his hand, covered his mouth and said, "Shh! Shh! It's me!"

Wenquan Creek opened his eyes and saw the single river in front of him. He was startled again.

"How could you be in my room?" Wenquan Creek stared, subconsciously covered his chest and asked in fear.

"Yesterday, shouldn't it hurt?" Shan Jiang asked gently, reaching out to help Wenquan Creek tidy up her messy hair.

As a result, he was bounced away by the hot spring stream, angrily put his hands on his hips and asked, "hum! You haven't answered my question! How did you get in my room? Did you break into the house?"

"I came in aboveboard." Shan Jiang picked his eyebrow and said jokingly.

"You..." the hot spring stream choked and asked, "why did you come to my room in the morning? Do... Do... Do you still want to..."

"Then you want me to... Huh?" Shan Jiang asked vaguely.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Wenquan Creek quickly waved his hand, shook his head and denied.

"I'm here to tell you a news." Shan Jiang grabbed two small hands of Wenquan Creek and said solemnly.

"What's the news?" Wenquan stream asked suspiciously, "is it the youth killing press conference of the last love? Or is it the Qinggong Mingyue biography? Is it... That we were sent by the media last night?"

"None!" Shan Jiang shook his head and denied one by one.

"What's that?" Wenquan stream wondered and asked, "hurry up! Don't sell off!"

"Grandpa." Shan Jiang looked at Wenquan stream's eyes seriously and said seriously, "promise us."

The hot spring stream was stunned for a while before it reflected. He tilted his head and asked, "ah? You said Grandpa agreed with you?"

"Hmm!" Shan Jiang nodded proudly and said, "grandpa also said, give you to me and let me take good care of you!"

"Leave it to you? Take good care of me?" Wenquan Creek stared wide and asked strangely, "Shan Jiang, is that what my grandfather really said?"

"Yes!" Shan Jiang nodded in confirmation.

"Why? Why?" Wenquan stream hugged his head and wanted to cry without tears: "even my grandfather abandoned me and didn't want to live!"

Since Shan Jiang appeared, she felt that she was no longer the little cotton padded jacket at home. It turned into splashed water.

Sure enough, that sentence, married daughter, spilled water.

You're right!

"Baby! How could grandpa abandon you! He said so just to let me treat you well!" Shan Jiang was very tired, and Wenquan Creek was like a child.

"Really?" Wenquan Creek asked, looking at Shan Jiang with pitiful eyes.

"Of course." Shan Jiang nodded, then pretended to be very serious and said, "get up now! You're going to Hager with me today and have a job to talk about."

"Ah?"

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