stop, police

Jiang Haoran, who had been reading the newspaper and listening to their conversation, was suddenly asked by Mr. Jiang. He was a little surprised. Didn't this throw the hot potato to me?Jiang Haoran sighed helplessly, sure enough, ginger is still old and hot!Jiang Haoran put the newspaper in his hand on the table, "Since Dad, you think Xiaojing is worthy of Xiaoyan, what do I have to say?"

The slender fingers tightly held the slender fingers, and the fingers intertwined. The two smiled at each other, bowed to Mr. Jiang, Jiang Haoran, and Jiang Yuanyuan who were sitting on the sofa, and said in unison, "Thank you !"

Jiang Yuanyuan smiled kindly, with the attitude that a noble lady should have, "Okay, now that you have been recognized, you should live a good life, and one more thing, whether you are a surrogate or adopt, no matter what So, you have to give me a grandson, do you understand?"

"I will, Mom!" Jiang Shuoyan pulled Wen Yujing over hard, and hugged her tightly in his arms, "Now we can finally be together without any worries, Jing, I'm really happy !"

Arms wrapped around Jiang Shuoyan's waist, nestled in Jiang Shuoyan's arms, "I am also very happy, Jing!"

But at this moment, Guanghong Shirt, who had been quietly in Jiang Shuyuan's arms, began to cry "Wow..." Jiang Shuyuan didn't know what to do for a while, and immediately stretched out his hand to pat Touching Guanghong Shirt's back, "Xiaoguang, don't cry, what's the matter, tell mom, don't cry, your crying mother feels distressed!"

The chubby little finger pointed in Wen Yujing's direction, and softly shouted, "Uncle...uncle...hug...don't hug...uncle...uncle"

Aihuasen Shirt was amused by Guanghong Shirt's cute expression, "Our Xiaoguang is really cute, but, he is too clingy to Yujing, sometimes I like this Everyone who is a father is jealous!"

On the contrary, Jiang Shuoyan hugged Wen Yujing tightly, without any intention of letting go, glared fiercely at Guanghong Shirt, and said unceremoniously, "Xiaoguang, let me tell you, Jing is me Yes, don't you want Jing to hug you!"

Guanghong Shirt squinted his mouth in grievance, cried even harder, and shouted, "Bad..."

Wen Yujing looked at Guanghong Shirt's aggrieved expression, reached out and patted Jiang Shuoyan's hand, and said softly, "Okay, don't make trouble, okay? Xiaoguang is still your nephew after all, you Can't you be more considerate to Xiaoguang?"

However, for Wen Yujing's words, Jiang Shuoyan was very upset. He buried his face in Wen Yujing's shoulder and rubbed it intentionally or unintentionally, "Reject! You are mine!"

Slender fingers caressed Jiang Shuoyan's hair, "Okay, don't do this!"

Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Haoran seemed to have discovered a new continent, "Ah, this is the first time I've seen our son show such an expression, it seems that he's sunk in deeply!"

Jiang Yuanyuan leaned her head on Jiang Haoran's shoulder, with a faint smile on her face, her eyes were on them all the time, "Husband, it's because Xiaoyan got into it too deeply that I agreed!"

"There is another reason, you like to see handsome guys!"

"Husband, are you jealous? You are as cute as your son!"

"Itches, doesn't it?"

"I dare not!"