After the soul piercing, I became a mother without any pain, and I am taking care of myself at the C

"my thoughts?"

Wenjiu shook his head and smiled.

Here we go again.

The last time we moved reinforcements to Daxinganling, she was used as a cover.

"Don't be ridiculous." He tipped the tea cup with warm wine and stood up to say goodbye. "As an elder of Xuanmen, you have walked more roads than the ten of me combined. Senior asked me to convey the needs of the plague god Fei who is about to die. Seal it again, the mission is completed, Qingjiu bids farewell!"

The warm wine escaped the Buddhist bead whisk that was blocking people.

Disappeared in front of several people.

"soy Mujer!"

Yang Zhongsansan took back the fly whisk, his face more solemn than ever before.

"This matter must not be hidden from Qingxu..."

"Look what I'm doing. If you want to contact me, please contact me immediately!" Zhang Tang's blue robe was thrown on the table, raising a cloud of dust.

**

"Ah-"

“Help, it’s a murder—!”

The earth-shattering screams scared the whole residential building and turned on the lights at two in the morning.

While Wen Jiu was on his way back, his eyes did not look forward, and he kept staring at the increasingly irritable group of owners. Wait until you see the house number clearly on the fireworks. Her eyebrows felt like they were burning together!

Zhu, bird...

Never would we have imagined that in just a few hours, the three animals in the house would occupy the entire building!

Before reaching the building, Wen Jiu cast a spell to extinguish the demonic fire.

I went door to door and apologized, explaining that the children at home were ignorant and making noises.

Fortunately, no one can see these blue will-o'-the-wisps.

When Wen Jiu walked to the door, he finally understood what was going on.

Song Qianhua was hiding in the corridor in front of her door, her face turned pale, and she was obviously frightened. On the wooden door, there are still dots of blue will-o'-the-wisps.

"Ajiu!"

Song Qianhua, who was almost lying on the ground, saw Wen Jiu standing in front of her and thought about what she just saw.

I couldn't help but rub my eyes.

When her palms felt a slight tingling sensation, she rushed over.

Wen Jiu pushed Song Qianhua with one hand.

Make sure she doesn't fall.

"Why did you come to me?" Wen Jiu asked.

In front of the coffee table.

Victoria Song's beautiful eyes quickly flashed past the bowing snakes, flowers and strange birds in front of her.

Drink a glass of hot water.

Only then did she relieve the fear and cold feeling of screaming for help outside the door.

She also had a deeper understanding of the problem of warming wine, and she frowned subconsciously. However, after seeing Wen Jiu's indifferent expression, he restrained his dissatisfaction and said softly: "Isn't this the Chinese New Year? Mom just wanted to come and see you."

Wenjiu nodded.

Then the two fell into a very long silence.

Running around was tiring. When Wen Jiu saw that she was silent, he thought she had nothing to say. She probably came here in the middle of the night today to release excess maternal love, or so she thought.

What is the truth.

It really doesn't matter in front of the past.

"Is there anything else? If nothing else, I'm going to rest."

As if Song Qianhua couldn't get enough, her eyes were glued to her daughter's face, refusing to look away.

When he heard Wen Jiu's words, he reluctantly turned his apricot eyes.

She said: "It's better not to go out so late in the future. It's not safe. By the way, tomorrow is the third day of the Lunar New Year. Let's go home and have a meal. Your father and your brother miss you very much."

Wen Jiu invited the person to the door and said quietly: "Let's talk about it later."

He nodded slightly and closed the door.

The three who were still thinking about it on the wall trembled a few times when they heard the footsteps.

Wenjiu snorted coldly, and the middle petals of the red rose fell to the ground. Suzaku turned his little red head, and after thinking about it, he stretched out his head to pick up the petals and swallowed them into his stomach.

"Wine beauty~"

A soft coquettish sound came, and Wenjiu chuckled.

Ignoring them, he went straight into the bedroom.

"Still not going to bed?!" Xiaobai vomited out the snake letter with a heavy breath, and suddenly opened his mouth wide as if he wanted to swallow the red rose.

Red Rose followed Wen Jiu happily.

"Beautiful wine~I'm bullied by white ice slag~~"

The door slams.

The huge flower surface sticks to the wooden door and purrs smoothly.

In the room, Wen Jiu shook his head and laughed when he heard the chatter outside.

It's better to be more lively.

Early the next morning, before Wenjiu woke up, a furry head appeared next to the bed.

"Sui Sui, why did you get up so early...who opened the door for you?"

Wen Jiu opened the quilt and was still wearing the same clothes he had worn out last night, his eyes were bleary.

"Xiao Hong opened it for me!"

The son looked soft and cute, and he warmed the wine and kissed him.

After washing up, Jiang Yubai made the quick-frozen dumplings that were put in the refrigerator yesterday, and the mother and son were completely refreshed.

Wen Dimple was sitting on the sofa, suddenly remembering Song Qianhua's visit last night.

She asked calmly, "Suisui, do you want to go to grandma's house or grandma's house to celebrate the New Year?"

The world of children is very pure.

She definitely still has longing for relatives, and she doesn't want to impose adult opinions on him.

So he never mentioned what the Wen family had done to them in front of him.

Jiang Sui'an lowered his head, "I want to go to grandma's house to visit Mu Mu, is that okay?"

"of course can!"

Realizing that his mother was not unhappy, Jiang Sui'an also had a bright smile on his face.

Wenjiu agreed decisively and even quickly packed up and set off.

A second before she got into the taxi, she sent a message to Jiang Yubai.

Anyway, go to his house.

It's natural to write a letter.

Jiangzhai.

There were three or four people in the living room deserted.

Ji Yun hugged Jiang Muxue and sat on the sofa, watching the ancient TV series played by Wen Jiu.

He glared at his old man who was still practicing calligraphy after pulling himself down.

The look of resentment on his face couldn't help but become a little more resentful.

"I thought that at least one of my two daughters-in-law would always accompany me to buy and play, but it turned out to be a good thing. One...well, the other didn't bring his grandson back to see me, an old woman, during the Chinese New Year."

Jiang Ming's face, which was drawn with broad strokes, still looked majestic.

He said impartially: "Mumu's mother, but you don't let her into the house. No one can control the boss's family. When the child is older, you used to take more care of it, so you might as well retire early."

Ji Yun took a breath and remained silent.

Youyou said, "Can it be the same?"

She scratched Jiang Muxue, who was watching TV in her arms, and sighed.

It sounds strange.

It’s just that my granddaughter has been very sensible and non-clingy since she was a child, not even her own mother.

She did not allow Wen Xue to see the child for nearly half a year.

I didn't cry or make trouble.

It seems that he was born with a lack of strength.

Her mother can grow up like this without good teaching, and she doesn’t know whether it’s good or bad.

"Mumu, there are only two of us, the old and the young, with us now."

"Madam! The young madam is here!"

The housekeeper hurried over from outside.

Ji Yun turned around and saw the old housekeeper running with sweat on his face, and was a little displeased, "Again? Uncle Jiang, Mu Mu and I don't want to see her. Let her go back quickly and don't make people upset during the Chinese New Year."

The housekeeper waved his hand and said hurriedly: "It's not the second young lady, it's the eldest young lady who is back with the young master!"