Mei Gongqing

Wang Hong decided to put things on the calendar.

But Chen Yong finally looked forward to his eldest son. How could he let them leave at this time? After a few days of painstaking, it was finally decided that two months later, the couple would send their three sons to Jiankang, and stay a few days less.

The family doesn't have to split up right away, whether it's Chen Yong or a few small, it's all very relaxed.

Chen Yong's daughter grew up day after day.

By the age of two months, the little one had completely escaped the appearance of a wrinkled red monkey.

In the study, Chen Rong stared at his increasingly white daughter and looked at her. He couldn't help but hold her to Wang Hong a few years ago.

Wang Hong was busy for a while. When he saw his wife quietly filing a case, he stopped talking and picked a frown. "What is it? ”

Chen Rong put her daughter down and asked her little face to face Wang Hong. She whispered anxiously: “Master Husband, who do you look like? ”

Wang Hong glanced at his eyes with indifference and faintly said: “Like me. ”

He frowned and swept to Chan's face. “What are you thinking? ”

Chan's smile was a little stiff, and she looked down at her daughter in her arms and whispered: “The child is still so small, his eyebrows are straight and thick, his eyes are clear and cold, his lips are thin, and he doesn't like to cry or anything. ”

She swallowed her saliva and said with dismay, "Master Husband, are you sure these three kids are right? Our daughter, she looks like Yingwu? ”

Don't say that Wang Hiroboto didn't care, but listen, his eyebrows wrinkled. Keep your head down and carefully gaze at your daughter.

This is when the child is looking up at his father.

The bright autumn water's long, empty eyes, with a slight glassy colour, made her eyes too pure and pure to be a little cold.

The little face is white, the two eyebrows are really straight and quite dark, with the black furry clothes patched on the fetus hair, the child, very much like a groom.

Slowly, Wang Hong's eyebrows became tighter and tighter. After a while, he said: “The child looks like his grandfather. ”

Wang Honghong, not instantly staring at his daughter, said slowly: “None of the children fit my mind.” The voice is a little powerless.

Chen Yong was about to reply, and a quick and chaotic footsteps came in.

Almost as soon as those footsteps came in, Wang Hong leaned back and let go of the book in his hand. Chen Rong, already a kind face.

“Slip, slip," a jump of footsteps came, people had not yet entered the door, the two children's identical crisp voice raced and then came, “I told Mother here. ”

“Of course, there are mothers beside them, the father's words are better written, he smiles a little, and when the white clothes are blown by the wind, they also float a little. ”

Is this a compliment or a mockery? Wang Hong took a deep breath. Deep breaths have become his usual move since the boys spoke.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. As soon as they saw Chen Yong and her little sister in her arms, they shouted at each other.

She rushed left and right into front of Chen Rong. One of the two children held her thighs, "Mother, it's up to the sister, it's up to the sister. ”

Chen smiled and placed her daughter carefully on the collapse.

As soon as the daughter flattened, the two boys jumped right and left at her.

Chen Rong glanced at the nanny, indicating that she was close to take care of her, and walked behind Wang Hong.

Rubbing him gently against his shoulder, Chen Rong whispered: “This time to rebuild Kang, I'm afraid there will be a lot of attention. ”

After a pause, she sighed: "Sometimes think about it. It's scary. ”

Wang Hong gently caressed her hand and was about to comfort her. Wang Jiao shouted there: "Alan Ling, look at her little sister, her eyebrows are so funny. ”

The six-year-old boy glanced at his sister and compared to his own brother, blinking his eyes and saying: "Ling, my sister's eyebrows look like a sword, unlike ours, like willow leaves. ”

The other boy was more serious than that, and finally he nodded his head and said sympathetically: "Sister, this eyebrow is so ugly, it's not like ours, it's better than the mother's eyebrow. ”

Almost the boy's voice fell. Wang Hong on one side had lowered his voice and heavily commanded him: “This cannot be said again. ”

The two children asked in unison: "Why? ”

Wang Hong's voice was faint and cold, “No reason? ”

Wang Ling dynasty father made a big ghost face and said with a smile: “Father doesn't have to say I know, Father is sad. She gave birth to an English martial arts child, but she was a little aunt. ”

As soon as he landed, he felt the cold in the study, the two children were connected, and at the same time a cat was lying on his back, one flashing out of the study.

Two months are up.

Chen's postpartum appearance, because her body is already in good shape, and she is about as well rested.

When the family was ready, they took a carriage and took more than two dozen of the toughest escorts out of the South Mountains.

Gangnam's mountain waters are always soft with a few points of affection. The motorcade did not rush to the road, but the scenery appeared to be everywhere, listening to Wu Nong soft language, watching Qingshan flowing water, among which, affectionately, Judah prevailed.

Because the child was young and Chen Yong was not comfortable, he lived in a car with his nanny and looked after his daughter together.

Listening to his two sons chirping and cheering, he looked at the nearer Weiqing Mountain. Chen Rongyang smiled and softly said: “This time, I really don't have to be afraid. ”

The two boys have long longed for Jiankang and have been in a hurry to make their way, coupled with their good health and ability to endure the torment. But a month and a half later, he arrived in Rucheng.

After the city, it is Jiankang.

Returning to the old land, Wang Xuanduo's eyes glistened under the kasas. It was noon when his two younger brothers fell asleep and the whole team seemed much quieter.

Slowly, the convoy came to Wang Xuan's last great loss.

Wang Xuanben tried to pull down the curtains, but when he thought about his father's instruction, he pressed the urge.

He just put his hand next to his leg and slowly grabbed the flute. He held it tight and used it as a weapon.

The city is the same, the robe has large sleeves, and the clothes are trendy.

As Wang Xuan weighed down, four strange people entered his eyes.

The carriage approached.

When the shoulder rubbed past, the conversation between the four of them fluttered. Wang Xuan, who was already sensitive to his ears and eyes, hurriedly listened. "It's been six months, I haven't seen the boy's whereabouts yet. He certainly won't come back. ”

“That is, Master can't use this stock to catch rabbits. ”

“The master said that it is rare to encounter such a colorful centenary, and it is even harder to get it. Think about it, in the last six months, the master has even built the house, and the gold anklet is ready, just waiting for him to show up. ”

The man lowered his voice and said: “The master said that the teenager knew Xie He Ting and obviously had an identity. If you meet him, you have to do things without knowing. ”

At this point, one of them screamed, "Is the master here? ”

The four of them turned their heads at the same time. They were just about to call, but they saw the master in his direction, pressing his ecstatic expression. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)