Mrs. Jiang is arrogant

Chapter 2057

Considering that Muyan will bring her children here, Zheng Luhua chose Qingzhuxuan as the location.

Qingzhuxuan is a well-known manor in the upper city. It is built on the hillside. The most grown plant in the garden is bamboo. When the breeze blows, the fragrance of bamboo leaves is refreshing. This is the origin of its name.

In the garden, a spring on the mountain was brought down, a small river was built, and a whole row of Japanese-style bamboo houses were built around the river. Not to mention spectacular, the small bridge and flowing water made the manor a little fresher and more elegant.

Especially in the hot summer, when you hear the ding-dong of the spring water, you will feel a sense of coolness in your heart, so this place has become a good place to cool off.

Because it was Zheng Luhua's bureau, she and Jian Shaohan came first, and then called one by one to ask where they were.

Song Cheng'an, Xu Yachong, Dong Le, Ning Ze and Lan Xi arrived one after another, followed by Jiang Jingheng and Muyan couple.

Jiang Jingheng held Muyan's hand with one hand, and a baby basket in the other, and entered "Yaxuan" together.

"Brother Jiang, sister-in-law, you are here." Zheng Luhua got up first, but his eyes fell on the baby basket in Jiang Jingheng's hand, "Wow, there is also our little friend Chenchen."

Seeing her rubbing her hands with excitement, Muyan chuckled, "He fell asleep in the car just now, when he wakes up, I'll let you, godmother, hug him."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Luhua said regretfully, "Well, then I can only wait for my godson to wake up."

As she spoke, she felt a little worried, "How long has it been sleeping?"

"It's only an hour or two. It was too boring in the car just now, and children tend to get sleepy." When Muyan answered, she looked at Zhengxiang's son who was sleeping in the baby basket, her eyes were full of tenderness.

"Let's go, go and sit." Jiang Jingheng said suddenly, leading the person forward, interrupting Muyan's thoughts.

Knowing that Jiang Jingheng and Muyan were going to bring their son over, Zheng Luhua asked people to prepare the crib early.

Everyone's attention fell on the milk doll in the baby basket. He slept soundly, wondering if he was having a sweet dream, smacking his mouth.

His facial features are carved out of the same mold as Jiang Jingheng, but only some elders can see this. Like Qin Xi, their first reaction when they see this milk doll is that it is beautiful, cute, and cute.

Qin Xi looked at Muyan, and asked in a low voice: "Could it be that you're hungry?"

"I had already fed the baby when I came here, it's only been more than half an hour now, I'm not so hungry." Muyan said with a smile, then stretched out her hand to take the baby out.

"Let me do it." Jiang Jingheng carried the child out one step ahead of her.

Muyan conveniently put the baby basket on the cabinet next to her, and followed Jiang Jingheng to the stroller side worryingly, watched him put the baby in, and told him, "Be careful, don't touch his head."

Jiang Jingheng carefully put the child in the stroller, took a small blanket and covered his head, and covered the light-blocking cloth to prevent the strong light from piercing its eyes. After doing all this, he led Muyan back to the Sit down at the table.

Ning Ze looked at Jiang Jingheng, and said jokingly, "Brother Jiang is the most powerful among our brothers. He earned money and brought up children."

Song Chengan chuckled, "Those who are afraid of you, Brother Jiang, should really see what he looks like now. What Jiang Yan Wang is, he is obviously a wife slave, a child slave, or the kind of person who will never turn over for the rest of his life."

Jiang Jingheng glanced at him, there was no wave in his light brown eyes, "Envy?"

Song Chengan raised his eyebrows, and said subconsciously: "That's right, who doesn't want their wives and children to be hot on the kang."

"That's a pity, you will only be envious in your life."

Song Chengan's face was slightly stiff, and the expressions of the rest of the people also changed slightly. They looked at their noses, noses, noses, and hearts, pretending not to hear, and the atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

On the contrary, Zheng Luhua had an idea, changed the subject, and asked, "Why hasn't brother Lu Hao come yet?"

(End of this chapter)