The chaebol's little wife: Uncle, you are going to spoil me!

"Ah?" Mr. Jiang didn't know.

Jiang Chenyu opened the display screen for his old father. Jiang Lao: "...Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"It turns out that when we were on the plane, we either played cards or watched movies. At worst, we quarreled. We even fought, but you never asked." Gu Nuannuan told the truth again.

On the way home, Jiang Chenyu was looking at documents, and Gu Nuannuan and Jiang Lao were able to play two-person cards together.

The noisy voices of the father-in-law and daughter-in-law made Jiang Chenyu listen attentively.

For some reason, he suddenly heard a hallucination in his ears. It was the voices of his two precious sons, "Dad, what are you looking at? Take a look at the baby." "Dad, where is the baby~"

He looked back and saw that the door was empty. He also knew that his two little ones were still in school.

But he just felt that his sons' voices were echoing in his mind, so real.

Eastern Time, 4:30.

Little Erwa walked out of the school gate with a pursed face, and when he was looking for his uncle and aunt, someone suddenly squatted in front of him.

She opened her arms to him, tilted her head and smiled at him, "Baby~"

"Mommy~" the second little kid shouted, let go of the teacher's hand and rushed over.

Gu Nuannuan immediately hugged her mother's neck, tightened her grip on her son's waist and legs, picked him up, and kissed his little face twice, "Baby, do you miss your mommy?"

"Hmm~"

Jiang Chenyu followed behind his wife and came here without going home after getting off the plane.

He spread out his hands, took his second son from his wife's arms, and held him in his arms. Jiang Chenyu hugged his son tightly, "Dad misses you too when he's out there."

"Wawa and brother miss mom and dad too."

"Yeah, Mom and Dad know."

After the parents returned home, the little boy didn't want to sit in the high chair and insisted on feeling free, so Gu Nuannuan sat in the back seat and watched her son.

When Xiaoshan-kun got out of school, "Mom and Dad~"

Brother Tiger jumped up, and was held horizontally by his father, who smiled and gave him a light slap, "Go home."

On the way, "Mom and Dad, what's the name of my Zhen's sister? Does she have a nickname?"

"It's called Changle. I can tell from the sound of it that my mother Lu gave it this name. Even my father Zhen couldn't think of such a delicate name."

"Sister Ning'er's baby doesn't have a nickname yet. He calls her "little toy" or "little thing" all day long. My aunt calls my nephew "little thing". My eldest brother stayed at home and didn't work, so he was beaten by my mother."

Xiao Shanjun continued, "Ashu might come over during the summer vacation. Ashu's mother was supposed to come over. I heard Sister Ning'er on the phone yesterday."

"My aunt was always angry with my eldest brother at home. She would chase him with her little nephew in her arms and say, 'Call me, little Su Su, thank you.'"

……

Xiao Shanjun told me all the letters from your family, "My aunt had nothing to do during the day so she went to play with my sister Ning'er. They stayed together for the whole afternoon. My uncle told my eldest brother to 'be careful of my reckless husband.'"

"Who sent you two to school this morning?" Gu Nuannuan asked

Xiao Shanjun said: "My uncle gave it to me." My aunt didn't get up.

The second little boy spoke obediently, "I'm grandpa." Because grandpa's company is on the way to his school.

Don't say that Jiang Momo always takes advantage at home, that's because Gu Nuannuan is not here. As soon as she got home, she washed her hands and said, "Xiao Coucou, the second grandma is here too."

The newborn baby basking in the sun in the crib is already in a Buddhist state. Who knows his name? It is enough to just fix the name on the household registration.

The child was soft in Gu Nuannuan's arms. "Oh, my little grandson has gained some baby fat."

Boss Jiang: “…” Sometimes I really regret not letting his girl return to their little home to recuperate after the baby is born. They are all so annoying.

Ning'er had enough milk, but Princess Jin still felt very uncomfortable when she occasionally saw her breastfeeding.

Jiangsu would sometimes tease his son on purpose, and would stop him while he was drinking, "That's enough, stop eating."

He had to make his son cry, and only then did he feel better after being beaten by his mother.

At night, he didn't even have the right to sleep with his wife and children.

"Dad, please take my mom away. You two are still young. No matter what you say, you can't stay alone in an empty room."

Jiangsu was also beaten by his father.

Finally, his wife came out of confinement and his son had his one-month-old birthday celebration.

Jiang Chenyu held the little guy in his arms, looked at his full face, tapped his face, and said with a smile: "The child changes every day at this time."

Xiaoshan-kun went over and became curious.

Gu Nuannuan told her eldest son, "When you were just born, you were so ugly that you couldn't be seen. When you were one month old, you were the cutest. When your teeth hadn't grown yet, your uncle had to rely on photos to recognize you."

"Humph, where!"

The photographer went to the Jiang family again and took many photos. Finally, a photo studio was favored by the Jiang family. Every time there was an anniversary celebration, big or small, they would ask them to come and take photos.

The Jiang family has more and more people. From the beginning when they couldn't even get together, to now there are more than a dozen people and there's not even enough room for them to sit on the sofa.

Mr. Jiang was holding his eldest great-grandson in his arms, surrounded by his children, and his six children were standing in the back row.

Jiangsu pulled his wife and asked, "Where should we stand?" The baby born to them was taken away, so why don't they make room for the parents?

The photographer quickly arranged his position.

"Brother Xiao Su, our son is not called a little thing, but a little toy."

Jiangsu: "Whether it's north or south or a toy, this little thing looks quite interesting."

"That's nothing, what's that?" Jiang Momo said with a smile, gritting her teeth.

Gu Xiaonuan: "Anyway, I like Xiao Cou Cou very much."

"I like little things." Jiang Momo said.

The little tiger listened for a while and said, "The tiger has a name, it's called Little Gun Gun."

Gu Nuannuan: "He has a bunch of grandparents, how can it be your turn as an uncle who didn't even graduate from elementary school to name him."

Wei Aihua thought, "I also think Xiao Gun Gun is very cute."

In an instant, everyone who heard Wei Aihua's words looked at her in surprise, and the photo was taken in the blink of an eye.

The photographer likes that photo very much. It is vivid and natural. It seems that you can see the story through the photo. Everyone is alive.

Wei Aihua likes it very much too.

Oh, the little guy is one month old. Shanjun clocked in at midnight. As soon as it was 12 o'clock, he immediately rubbed his hands and said, "Sister Ning'er, can I hold my nephew?"

Brother Hu hugged his little nephew, he was so happy that he even held his breathing, because this was a little baby, and the little body felt soft in his arms, "It's like a buckwheat pillow, but softer than a pillow." Xiao Shanjun whispered to his mother and sister while holding him.

Ning'er was immediately enlightened, "Aunt, it's true. I have never been able to find the right feeling to describe it. I used to practice with pillows at home, but our pillows are all tangible, and buckwheat pillows are not. I'm afraid they will fall apart if I hold them." I had to hold the upper part, but just like Shanjun said, it was softer than a pillow.

Because the little guy now is full of milk and flesh.