Whether in public or in private, Han Jiangxue basically calls her Brother Zhang, and rarely calls her husband.
Firstly, it was too disgusting, and secondly, Xuebao didn't even give birth to a child for Brother Zhang, so Xue Bao felt uneasy.
"Isn't this line just painted on?"
Next to the bed in the master bedroom, Brother Zhang lifted the pregnancy test stick and looked at the two lines carefully.
Han Jiangxue was like an old Buddha leaning on the bed, stretching out her slender fingers to pick up the big cherries that Brother Zhang had just washed and brought upstairs. There was a look of arrogance between her eyebrows: "If you rub it and the color fades, just treat it as my painting. "
Zhang Ruoyu sighed and put the pregnancy test stick in his pocket as a souvenir, but said very dishonestly: "When I have a child in the future, I won't be able to breastfeed and take the child for a walk every day? Teach him to read and write, hold parent-teacher meetings, how tiring it will be."
Han Jiangxue finished eating the pulp in her mouth and pursed her lips.
Brother Zhang understood, and immediately reached out his hand to take the cherry pit from Xuebao's mouth, and wiped the corners of Xuebao's mouth with a tissue.
The service process is quite in place.
"Actually, what I'm most worried about is the impact on our two-person world." Zhang Ruoyu's attitude was very upright.
Han Jiangxue glanced sideways at Brother Zhang and said contemptuously: "Smile if you want, just don't show your teeth."
Brother Zhang grinned, and just as he was about to approach Xuebao, the door was banged.
A rough and sharp voice came from outside the door: "Xue Bao! Is it true!?"
It’s Brother Dazhi’s loud voice.
"Yes dad!"
Xuebao also raised his voice: "I will try to give you a baby!"
Brother Dazhi changed the topic and said in a trembling voice: "If you really can give birth to a good boy, daddy will give you a kiss!"
"You're welcome, Dad!" Han Jiangxue had a bright smile and a loud voice, without any hint of a domineering temperament. "Waiting to have a grandson!"
"Oh!"
Brother Dazhi turned downstairs with tears in his nose and offered a few sticks of incense to Mr. Guan who was serving in the villa.
In the bedroom.
Han Jiangxue leaned lightly on Brother Zhang's shoulder, rubbing her small hands on Brother Zhang's washboard-like abdominal muscles: "Brother Zhang, do you prefer a son or a daughter?"
"It's fine if you give birth to her, I won't choose." Zhang Ruoyu put his arms around Mr. Han's waist and rubbed his lower abdomen, which had no fat at all. "So slippery..."
The couple pondered for a while and turned on their phones one after another.
Shi Xuebao didn't even let Brother Zhang know, so he posted it on WeChat Moments first. People outside must be waiting to congratulate him.
as expected.
As soon as the couple turned on their phones, WeChat exploded and calls came one after another.
Xuebao felt that Brother Zhang was making too many calls and was making a lot of noise, so he drove him to the study.
Then the old god answered Mrs. Han's encrypted phone call.
"What should I say?" Han Jiangxue's lips curled up slightly, her face full of arrogance. "Do you still dare to call me a chicken that doesn't lay eggs?"
"6."
Mrs. Han's calm voice came from the other end of the phone: "You're going to talk about it after you give birth. If you tell the world right after you're pregnant, aren't you afraid of being in trouble in the future and not being able to come to power?"
"Bah, crow's mouth." Xuebao said angrily.
"Calm down." Mrs. Han changed the topic, stopped her hard-hearted attitude, and warned her earnestly. "Stop moving the tire."
"Whether you will be a phoenix crown princess or relegated to the cold palace in the future depends on this tremor." Mrs. Han said very marketishly. "Don't take it lightly, be steady."
"Oh." Han Jiangxue hung the phone on her chest. It was big enough and not afraid of dropping it. She ate the big cherry with her small mouth and said lazily.
"Keep in mind the first three and the last three." Mrs. Han said in a deep voice. "In the past few months, don't think too much and don't look at random things, lest you get motivated and lose control."
Han Jiangxue said calmly: "What if Brother Zhang wants it?"
"Do you want me to teach you?" Mrs. Han was a little angry. "You don't have a mouth?"
"..."
Han Jiangxue was caught off guard.
But I'm not sure whether what grandma said and what I think are the same thing, and it's hard to talk back.
Lest grandma scold me for playing too fancy...
After hanging up the phone of the little old lady, Han Laomo called in forcefully: "Xue Bao, give dad a month, and dad will compile a detailed list of property. Whatever you like, dad will give it to your grandson. Do you understand?"
Yingzi also called, and his attitude was much tougher than before.
No wonder Xiao Zhang was so patient in enlightening himself and telling himself the truth. His identity as a grandmother still carries weight.
"Take good care of your baby." Yingzi seemed to be giving orders to his subordinates. "Give the old Han family a voice."
Han Jiangxue answered the phone and received tinnitus.
Brother Zhang was not idle in the study either.
I'm so busy that I don't even have time to think of a name for my child.
Several times, I was interrupted by phone calls as soon as I had an idea.
"Brother, there have been occasional frictions at the border recently, and the situation on the battlefield in the outer areas is also very unstable. Those thorns are a bit ready to move."
After congratulating him, Long Fei made a brief report.
"Who doesn't eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year? It's a trivial matter." Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette and said in a friendly tone. "As long as we don't cross the line, we can be tolerant and show off the style of a great country."
Long Fei looked stunned.
My brother was not so easy to talk to before. My previous rhetoric was either to eradicate the root cause or to destroy the corpse and eliminate all traces.
hang up the phone.
As soon as Zhang Ruoyu lit up the cigarette and put it out, indescribable joy came to his heart: I want to grant amnesty to the world!
