"No!" Uncle Lu Huan raised his eyebrows and swore to the national flag.

"A Yan." The young wife Manman turned around, her black eyes were embarrassed and angry.

"Okay." Young Master Jiang has developed his poor nature again. "Huan'er wants to hug Xixi for one night, so she hugs him. He is my uncle again, so what can I bear to bear?"

"Yes." My uncle Lu Huan responded quickly when he saw the situation.

Mrs. Lu, who was walking in front, turned around and reminded them: "What do you want to say? Let's talk about it later. Xixi has just recovered from illness, and it will be troublesome if he catches a cold again."

In response to grandma's words, Xiao Xixi's nose twitched. Uncle Lu Huan hurriedly hugged the child tightly and returned to the house as fast as possible. Manman was behind and saw his younger brother love the child so much, so he had to put everything into his stomach.

Jiang Yan hugged his wife and said softly, "Are you angry?"

"What can you do if you are angry?" Manman was not used to it. Suddenly, both children were taken away. But it was her two brothers who really made her cry without tears.

Jiang Yan hugged her and pressed her thin hair into her ear and said, "If you feel lonely tonight, I will let you hug you."

Manman raised her eyebrows and bit her lip: "When Xixi was at home, she also slept in a small bed. Can it get in the way?"

"But I always feel like you are looking at the child's bed at night." Jiang Yan let out a long sigh, not satisfied with having to compete with him for his wife every day after the child is born.

"That's our children. They are still young. If you don't look at them, they will grow up later. If you want to see this again, there will be no chance." Manman said.

As long as Jiang Yan listened to his wife's words, he knew that his wife was a good mother. He patted his wife on the shoulder: "I know."

"Don't say, Xixi sticks to yours." Manman's young wife turned around and taught her husband that she should not compete with her children. You must know that children like their fathers.

It was his own son, of course he was sticking to himself. Young Master Jiang was extremely confident and his eyebrows were raised with heroic spirit: "It's my son, who can I stick to if he doesn't stick to him? Look, when I come back every day, I don't hug him and tell him stories, coax him to sleep, and sing lullaby for him."

When Manman rolled her eyes when she heard her husband's shameless and other intentions.

"I know you have worked hard." Jiang Yan then held the young wife's hand and said, "In the future, I will try my best to take time to accompany you and your children."

Manman felt strange when he listened to his cautious words. Logically speaking, her husband was very good. Usually, except for occasionally working overtime at work at work, he would come home on time, for fear that she and the children would have something to do. Instead, she felt that she was putting too much pressure on him and didn't like him very much. She raised her face and said, "Ayan, I said early in the morning that if you have something you want to do, you can't give up casually. If you discuss with me, you will definitely come up with the best of both worlds. There is no reason for me to run my own restaurant, but you can't do what you like. We are husband and wife, and we are equal."

Jiang Yan was instantly moved by her words. He took advantage of the darkness in the corridor and hugged her and kissed her.

My parents were chirping, so I gave him and my sister to someone else tonight. Xiao Xixi could think about it, her face was full of dark lines. At this moment, he was carried into his uncle's house by his uncle and lay freely on his uncle's bed. The uncle's bed had the smell of youthful sweat, and as long as he looked over, he could see that his uncle's room was filled with all kinds of passionate young things. For example, a row of spectacular models on the table, including space shuttles, tanks, and aircraft carriers. He might not be able to see these things clearly and didn't know what it was, but he could feel a kind of bloody energy like his father. His little brows were solemn and full of seriousness.

Lu Huan came back with a quilt cover, because Mrs. Lu said that his bed must be dirty and not suitable for children to sleep, so she insisted that he replace everything on the bed. Lu Huan is a responsible uncle. As long as she holds her nephew, she feels that the innocent and innocent milky smell on the baby is not very harmonious with the dirty and messy in her room. She follows her mother's order and immediately packs up her own house.

During this period, Mrs. Lu was worried that the smoke and dust would affect the health of her son's grandson when she cleaned up the house, so she wanted to carry Xiao Xixi out. But she seemed to like her uncle's room. She had just been carried to the door by Mrs. Lu, and her little mouth opened and screamed.

When Lu Huan heard his shouting, he shouted happily: "Mom, look, he likes me so much."

It is a good thing for the son to be close to his daughter's children, but Mrs. Lu felt that this level seemed to be a little over and twitched the corners of her mouth: "How young he is, what can he know?" Then, regardless of the scatteredness, he took his grandson back to his house.

The little kid has become the best medicine to comfort the adults' hearts tonight.

As soon as Mrs. Lu carried the child into her room, Commander Lu immediately came over and robbed him. While looking at his grandson, he said passionately: "When I saw these two children, I really had all my worries. By the way, why did I only see Xixi and Nannan?" Commander Lu thought that his granddaughter was left at home and was watched by someone.

"Nan Nan Quilt Ziye took it away, saying that he was afraid that this big-tempered princess would get angry tonight without Lu Jun's company," Mrs. Lu explained.

When Commander Lu heard this, he knew that his son was slandering and said, "It's Lu Jun who hopes Nan Nan will be with him tonight."

"What does he want Nannan to do with him?" Mrs. Lu didn't believe it, and instead joked with her husband, "As long as Nannan doesn't make him mess with her tonight, he will be on the operating table tomorrow."

Commander Lu raised his eyebrows: "Lu Jun, that child who is awkward and sarcastic, how can you not know about this as a mother?"

Little Xixi in my grandfather's arms was rare to hear grandparents talking about their uncle's ugly things. She heard them with relish, but thought that my sister would not know what kind of adventure she would have tonight.

Xiao Nannan fell asleep in Gu Mo's arms. At about ten o'clock in the evening, considering that Gu Mo would have to rest tonight, Jun Ye took the child back. When he turned around and was about to leave, Gu Mo suddenly took out something from his close clothes and stuffed it directly into his pocket.

He frowned slightly, and was about to ask what it was.

Gu Mo said: "These are three wisdom tips I got from Mount Wutai. I opened two, and I don't need them anymore. Give them to you. See when you need them, and use them to help them. If you don't need them, give them to Nannan."

Jun Ye looked back at her, but he didn't think that her words were adulterated, so he nodded. Later, he remembered something and turned around and asked, "What did you write the first two you opened?"

"I can't tell you this. But if you open the third one one day, maybe you will know what was written in my first two tips." Gu Mo said with a smile and a respectful look.

When they returned to the lounge, several on-duty staff saw the leader coming tonight, and their pressure increased. Then, when they saw Jun Ye walking in with a baby in his arms, they all seemed to have seen some miracle, as messy as Xu Meilin. Just because Jun Ye was the child's dad, he seemed to be a smooth and seemed to be a long time. The little kid slept so sweetly in Jun Ye's arms, with a satisfied expression hanging on the corners of his lips, and his little hands tightly stuck Jun Ye's military uniform and refused to let go.

Everyone looked at this scene, like watching a black-faced demon king holding a little angel. The whole incongruous scene made everyone's heart twitch: Does this kid know who he is sticking to?

The princess with a big temper knows who she is sticking to. What can protect herself better than the Demon King? The little princess is not stupid at all. Even if the Demon King wants to eat her, she will stick to her. Anyway, she knows that she will definitely conquer the Demon King.

Mr. Yao first finished the washing work before going to bed and came over to carry the child for Mr. Jun. It would be fine if the princess with a big temper was carried into Mr. Yao's arms, but if she moved into someone else's arms, she would probably not be able to rely on her. She had to take off her coat before Mr. Yao went to bed and rubbed it on the vest with only a vest left, leaving a trace of saliva.

For some reason, when everyone saw Xiaowa's movement, their hearts beat three points. It was not that they were worried that Mr. Yao, who loved beauty, would lose his temper for this, but that they all felt that the little baby looked like an angel, but was not an angel at all, but a little devil.

Mr. Yao narrowed his long and narrow beauty and showed a cold look at the little mouth that continued to suck his vest.

The corners of the lips must not be twitched, and the row of fine and dense eyelashes with closed eyelids are comparable to those of Yao Ye’s beauty.

When Jun Ye came in after brushing his teeth, he saw that his niece was more beautiful than Master Yao, and his cold mouth twitched.

Are people who are too beautiful and arrogant have the arrogance that cannot tolerate anyone being more beautiful than themselves, and Jun Ye thinks that way?

The duck shop in the army is not harder and narrower than the bed at home. When the little princess lie on the duck shop, she obviously feels not as comfortable as the home. She opens the gap in her eyes and sees the green surroundings. People wearing green clothes look at her with love. Under such a hard condition, warmth and love are everywhere.

A soldier lowered his face to her, looked at her carefully for a while, and smiled and said, "I knew it was a soldier's child at first glance, and I was not afraid at all."

"It's not just not afraid. Look, she is sticking to Lu Ke and sticking to our soldiers. She will definitely be a soldier in the future." Another soldier said.

The little eyes seemed to understand what they were saying, and turned round. At this time, her uncle, who usually spoke coldly, suddenly said something unexpected: "That's right, although her mother and grandma were not soldiers, she was close to her great-grandma. She used to shoot guerrillas and kill the Japanese."

There are only a handful of female heroes left behind in the War of Resistance Against Japan. Everyone, as long as they think of this, they cannot help but respect Gu Mo. No matter how much Jun Ye blames his grandmother for what he did back then, he cannot erase Gu Mo's lifelong achievements. Merit is merit, and fault is a fault. As for being a soldier, Jun Ye admires Gu Mo.

Therefore, since the little princess has such bloodline, no one will doubt that this little kid who puts Gu Mo's hope can live up to everyone's expectations.

After the lights were turned off at night, the little princess was still lying in that familiar big hand as usual at night. But tonight, the little head could clearly feel that it was not just a pair of big hands that protected herself. There were many people around her who protected herself. These green shadows formed a wall of Taoism, which was indestructible. She slept sweeter than any night.

In the darkness, cold eyes sighed silently when they looked at the little face that was smacking their little lips in their dreams: After all, they are just a child.

At 8 o'clock the next morning, when Gu Mo was sent to the operating room, it was reported that Mrs. Yang's heartbeat stopped in the hospital.

"Uncle, what did you say?" Mrs. Lu spoke nervously to Yang Zuyu who reported the news.

Yang Zuyu said on the phone: "The doctor just told me that it was not possible. Do you want to come and take a look?"

"I won't go." After Mrs. Lu denied it, she honestly told Yang Zuyu, "Last night, I took my children to see her."

"This is how Yang Zuyu said it. If the funeral after Mrs. Yang died, I don't know if it would be notified to the Lu family. After a moment of silence, I asked, "How is Ms. Gu?"

Mrs. Lu looked at the operating room where the door had been closed for a while, and her voice trembled: "I don't know."
Chapter completed!