Love After Marriage, He Got A Free Wife

"Thank you, aunt~" Xiao Nailong thanked her, making Wei Aihua's heart feel as soft as cotton flowers.

There was another glass on the table, and Wei Aihua handed it to the little tiger, "This belongs to your grandpa. Go out and give it to grandpa."

The two brothers drove together again and went out to deliver water to the old man in the backyard.

After sending the two children off, he never went back. He squatted next to Mr. Jiang and watched games on his mobile phone with him. The three of them played for almost half an hour.

At noon, Jiang Chenyu called and asked how his son was doing at home. "I was watching my grandpa play games. He killed several people," the little tiger said.

Mr. Jiang began to make arrangements, "Tiger, today's task is to finish writing a piece of calligraphy, and dad will reward you five hundred."

Little Tiger: "..."

After lunch, Mr. Jiang didn't even take a nap during his lunch break. He yawned one after another. The grandson refused to let him sleep. He went to his grandfather's treasure storage room by himself, where he found a set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones. He took it out and asked his grandfather to teach him how to write.

When Mr. Jiang was about to leave, the little tiger sat on the ground and hugged his grandpa's legs and acted like a baby, "Grandpa, grandpa~ Do you still love your little grandson?"

"Grandpa loves his little grandson, but, grandson, can you let grandpa take a nap?"

"Grandpa doesn't sleep, so he teaches his grandson how to write."

Although the grandson is five years old and weighs almost 40 pounds, Jiang Laonu can still pick up the grandson despite his hard work.

But this little naughty boy ran straight to the table. He held Mr. Jiang's priceless brush with his little hand without any fuss, "Grandpa, if you don't teach your grandson, he will write by himself."

Mr. Jiang's eyes widened with fright, "Wait a minute!"

Mr. Jiang finally sighed and sat in the seat assigned to him by his grandson.

After the threat was over, the little tiger obediently presented his grandfather's six-digit writing brush, then picked up his two-dollar writing brush and smiled at his grandfather. Just kidding, after being beaten so many times by Yu Yu and Na Na, he knew he couldn't use Grandpa's brush. It was just to scare Grandpa.

But I was afraid that after my grandfather took away the brush, he would play games again without teaching me.

So, when the little fox Long Bao was fighting with his elder brother, his little dragon paws quietly took away the grandfather's mobile phone, and then...

Mr. Jiang looked around and wondered, "Hey, who saw my cell phone?"

Long Bao lowered his head and lay on the table pretending to be a good boy. Then he grabbed a two-dollar brush and scribbled on the paper. He remained silent and no one noticed him.

"Where is my mobile phone?" Mr. Jiang searched around but couldn't find it.

"Grandpa, teach your grandson to write~"

Mr. Jiang said nonchalantly, "Strange, where did my phone go?"

The little tiger saw that his grandfather was not paying attention, so he grabbed his grandfather's priceless writing brush again, intending to rub it on the cardboard like a brush, "Okay, good, good grandson, be good, let go of your paws, grandpa will teach you to write." "

Mr. Jiang's little grandson was sitting in his arms. His old hand was holding his grandson's little fleshy paw, "Click, pause, lift it, hey, that's right." Mr. Jiang's wrist was steady and strong, and he held his little grandson's hand and taught him basic skills. , "Wrists, don't use force on your arms, yes, your wrists should be flat."

Mr. Jiang taught for a long time, holding his little grandson's shoulders, "Sit up straight, with your shoulders and back straight. Uprightness must be exercised from the sitting posture."

After teaching this, teach another.

After all, he was more than a year behind. Xiao Longbao's little nipples were very difficult to control. Grandpa held his little hand and taught him several times.

Then when the two children were practicing calligraphy, Mr. Jiang got up and started looking for his mobile phone.

Xiao Qinglong looked at his grandfather looking for him. When he was about to walk in the opposite direction, he suddenly shouted, "Grandpa~"

"Hey, grandpa has passed."

Mr. Jiang stopped looking for his cell phone and hurried over.

After teaching his little grandson, he stood up again. Xiao Longbao looked up at his grandfather's body again. The little tiger looked at it and Xiao Jiling said: "Grandpa, my grandson wants to use your brush to write, but he doesn't shed any hair~" M. .

"No, no, no." Mr. Jiang was so frightened that he didn't dare to get up and move away from that position, so he had to sit there and guard his brush tightly.

One afternoon passed.

Mr. Jiang didn't touch his cell phone.

When Jiang Chenyu came home, the little guy took the page of brush strokes to his father to exchange money.

Jiang Chenyu looked at each word word by word. If his son wrote well, he would circle it and praise it, "What is your grandpa doing this afternoon?"

"Teaching Bao and his brother how to write. Grandpa didn't touch his cell phone."

Jiang Chenyu was very satisfied. After checking his son's body, he looked at his nephew and showed him his body.

Jiang Chenyu smiled and looked at the one holding his nephew. He also took a pen and drew a circle on top of the nephew's good writing to express his praise.

In the end, the two brothers rewarded each other with five hundred yuan and said, "Let's go play."

Mr. Jiang was still searching all over the room. He even found the water dispenser. Mr. Jiang, who couldn't bend down, used a stick to wave under the sofa. "What the hell, did your phone run away?" The phone couldn't be connected either.

The little tiger took his younger brother to sit on the steps and asked in a low voice: "Long, where did you hide grandpa's mobile phone?"

The little fox dragon had a sweet smile on his face, and it was this smile that deceived everyone.

The two brothers didn't know what they were doing, so they walked out quietly. When they came back, the little tiger was sneaking around, holding his belly in front of his chest with his little hands.

Who knows who's son? Jiang Chenyu looked at his son's big eyes that flickered, and glanced here and there to tell that this kid didn't have anything in his belly.

He walked over and said, "Tiger, what do you have in your pocket?"

So, Jiang Chenyu found a familiar mobile phone in the pocket of his son's overalls.

The little guy blinked, looked at his father, and then at his grandfather who was looking for his cell phone. He suddenly said: "Grandpa, my father found your cell phone."

Mr. Jiang: "..."

When Mr. Jiang heard this, he said, "Where is it? Chen Yu, where did you find it?"

Jiang Chenyu looked down at the little rebellious boy, who held his younger brother's hand and looked up to his father with a cute smile.

Mr. Jiang gritted his teeth, turned around and handed the phone to his father, "Just put it on the entrance cabinet."

Mr. Jiang looked at his cell phone, which was turned off. He recalled, "It's impossible. I've looked for the entrance cabinet. Didn't I look carefully?" Mr. Jiang doubted himself, then took his cell phone and left.

Jiang Chenyu looked down at the two brats who were the culprits, "They deserve a beating."

The little tiger is 500 steps closer to buying an air conditioner for his mother.

Gu Nuannuan went back in the evening, and in front of her was the little guy who excitedly asked his mother to read the calligraphy he had written.

Jiang Momo went home and looked at the black pattern drawn by her son, "Wow, my baby dragon is so awesome. What is this drawing? Is it briquettes?"

Long Bao: “Mom, it’s a word.”

Jiang Momo: "...Is he a trap?"

"Not sister."

For a moment, I didn't understand the relationship between Quan'er and my sister. Xiaoshanjun translated, "It's Yuan'er."

Chaozhou, Xiao Niuniu's place.

The climate gradually warmed, and both Little Yuanniu and her father were liberated.