Chapter 637

Jing chihan tugged at the corner of his mouth and showed a slightly sly smile. His low voice seemed to bewitch Jos.

"Why don't you pay it all at once tonight."

Joss lowered his head in shame, but his arms tightly wrapped around his neck. The two bodies were close to each other, and the air was filled with the burning temperature.

With a bang, joss felt overwhelmed by the man on the bed. Jing chihan pulled the sheet from the head of the bed and covered the two people's naked bodies.

Jos's cheeks grew more and more red, and a slight gasping voice came out of her mouth.

Just when the two people are about to reach the perfect fit, the sudden sound of opening the door rings from the door of the room.

Both of them could not help but shoot their eyes at the intruder.

Xiaotian was in the same place, looking at the scene of the restriction level in front of him, and forgot to leave for a moment.

After he saw who was at the door, he let out a scream and buried his head in Jing chihan's arms.

Really lost the dead, even if it is already a husband and wife, but suddenly let people see their own and husband's sex.

Jos just wanted someone to take a knife and kill himself at this moment.

Jing chihan's face was as cold as a thousand year old iceberg in an instant. He spat out two words full of anger.

"Get out!"

Xiaotian just lost his mind and apologized again and again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just went down to pick up the water, maybe... Maybe I lived here for the first time... I went to the wrong room accidentally."

"Don't let me say it a second time, get out!"

Jing zhehan covers Jos completely with a quilt. His impatience gets deeper and deeper. He frowns and repeats again.

Xiaotian apologized again and again several times. Finally, he closed their door tightly.

When joss heard the door closing, he got out of the quilt and held Jing chihan's shoulder tightly.

"It's dead. It's dead."

"It's not your own trouble!" Jing chihan glanced at her and said.

In this way, the day of chicken flying and dog jumping began from that day.

Although Xiaotian is a good hand at taking care of children, his life is a mess, which often brings all kinds of troubles to Jos. In the end, both Jing chihan and Jos can't laugh or cry.

Day by day the past, the twinkling of an eye will usher in the blessing of the hundred day ceremony.

Jos looked at the red mark on the calendar. There were three days left.

She turned her head and looked at Jing chihan, who was still busy. "Fufu is going to be a hundred days old. Shall we hold a small party for her?"

Jing zhehan stops the work at hand, goes to Jos's side, puts his arm around her shoulder, and takes her to his arms.

Looked at the days on the calendar, looked at the women around slightly excited expression, but in the heart thinking.

According to the rules of the king's family, the children's 100 day banquet is bound to be very grand, inviting celebrities from all sides to the banquet.

But look at Jos's meaning, it is to want to simply hold a small party within the family.

I don't know if the old man will agree.

Thinking, he picked up his cell phone and dialed his parents' home.

Jos leaned on his shoulder and nervously looked at the cell phone in his ear, with a little sweat in his palm.

Jing chihan shook his head at her and motioned to her not to worry.

Finally, when the phone rang for the third time, a slightly hoarse voice came out from the other end of the microphone.

"Hello..."

"Dad, Xiaosi and I are going to hold a small hundred day banquet for fufu at home."

Before he finished speaking, Jing Zhentian raised his voice and seemed extremely opposed to the decision.

Anyway, it's the grandson of the Jing family. How can a hundred day banquet be so perfunctory? It has to be done in a big way.

When joss heard Jingzhen Tianfen's high voice, his whole body trembled.

Jing zhehan felt her uneasiness and tightened her arms for a few minutes, but the words in her mouth turned into a tone of command.

"Xiaosi and I have decided to let you know whether we will come or not."

After putting down such a sentence, Jing chihan hung up the phone and looked down at the little woman in her arms. Her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and a wisp of guilty smile was still hanging on her face.

Jing zhehan certainly knows that with the little woman's consistent way of thinking, she must have taken all the things into her own hands. She thinks that it is her decision that leads to the quarrel between herself and her father.

He took Jos's hands in a voice that was reassuring.

"In fact, I thought the same at the beginning. There's no need to hold a grand full moon banquet for children. We can wait until the first birthday of the child to comply with the father's wishes and celebrate it solemnly."

Is this ok?

Joss thought it over, and it seemed that it would work.

In this way, she could hold a hundred day banquet according to her own wishes, and she could not go against her father's wishes, so she was happy.

Jing chihan saw her smile again, and her eyes couldn't hide. He rubbed her smooth hair and asked in a low voice.

"What do you want to do?"

After thinking for a moment, joss got up from his side, went to the living room and pointed to the ceiling. "I'm going to put a lot of balloons on it, and then paste a few big words here to write" fufu's hundred day feast... "

She pointed to the TV wall, visual inspection of the distance, dancing with their own ideas.

And Jing chihan stands one step behind joss, embracing her arms and looking at her slightly excited appearance, feeling satisfied.

Now that he had a preliminary idea, joss began to take action.

Every day Jing chihan came home, but before he got hot, he was dragged by joss to the shopping malls to buy all kinds of decorations.

Balloons, candles, flowers... Basically everything that can be used has been moved home by joss.

Xiaotian also became his assistant from Yuesao.

"On the left, a little bit on the left!"

Jos watched Xiaotian step on the wooden stool to hang his calligraphy on the wall, but he couldn't hang it to the ideal position many times.

"Xiaotian, it's crooked! Yes, down a little bit! "

Finally, when he repeated for the 30th time, the man stopped, looked at the woman who was still in command behind him, and said slightly resentfully, "sister, is it on the left or on the right? Up or down? "