Chapter 313

As the big parents of a big family, they not only have to take good care of the two legged animals, but also have to stare at their children. Wax gourd really breaks their heart.

Seeing that both of them were there, he went to the terrace to play.

Originally, Xu Qing was coaxing the child who had not coaxed him well. As soon as he arrived in Jiang He's arms, he stopped crying immediately.

"It's better to be a mother."

Jiang He glances at Xu Qing, hums a few times in his arms, and then takes him to the terrace to breathe.

Just lying down on the terrace, the wax gourd reluctantly went to the corner and hid behind the flowerpot, with only one tail showing.

"It's nice to see your bunch of flowers every time." Gong Ping envies the flowers on the terrace. Why didn't she choose a house with a terrace on the top floor?

All kinds of flowers gathered together, fragrant, standing here, looking into the distance, the sky is clear.

The martial arts training ground originally designed by Xu Qing has been completely reduced to a flower house. The awning on it is not enough, so he bought a vertical retractable rainproof awning.

The open space for martial arts training is constantly occupied and shrinking. Xu Qing estimates that she will have to wait until she really opens a flower shop and moves the flowers to the shop to restore the appearance of the martial arts training ground.

"If it were a farmyard, it would be better. No flowerpots."

Jiang He holding the child slightly crouched, to show him flowers, strong swing legs, very happy appearance.

"Now that the baby has been born, I don't see you back on the air. It's really not on the air?" Asked Gong Ping.

"No, I can't play it. I can't play it. I'll drop my mouse and go back to my bedroom to feed my baby."

"So it is."

Gong Ping didn't think about it. She subconsciously felt liberated after giving birth to her baby.

A girl, devoted to her family.

"It's good to raise flowers, to cultivate sentiment." She was a little envious again. Before, it seemed that there was not much difference between them. Even if Jiang He got married, that is, whether his boyfriend would use electricity or not. Now, the gap will widen.

At least, Gong Ping knows that she can't give up what she did before and devote herself to a new life. She has to eat and make money.

Jiang he smelled the flowers and said with a smile, "I'll concentrate on raising children, playing with flowers and taking them as my lifelong career."

"Big Florist!" Gong Ping praised.

"It's a small family. It's only now. It's far from selling flowers."

Jiang He stood up with a sigh, took two random steps on the terrace with his child in his arms, looked around for a week, and looked into the distance.

"It's a reliable thing."

Recently, she is trying to help people answer the question of raising flowers. She has studied hard for a year and practiced it. For this craft, she is still Xiaobai, but she is already familiar with the question of terrace flowers.

At the same time, consider making some small videos about planting and maintenance, and make progress while learning. In the future, there will be flower arranging and so on. Step by step, the plan is very clear, unlike the East hammer and the West hammer when the live broadcast was started.

Jiang He couldn't help laughing when he remembered that he was practicing on behalf of others, moving bricks, playing games live and selling snacks at the same time. In recent years, he has done a lot of things.

She is not out of touch with the society, but has never kept up with it. With the help of Xu Qing, the progress has been fast, and also benefited from the attempt of the East hammer and the West hammer.

Between reading and raising flowers, she chose to raise flowers. As for children's education, let Xu Qing take care of it. Who told him to go to university.

Gong Ping shakes gently with Rourou in her arms and takes two steps to the corner of the wax gourd. The wax gourd thinks that this man is very sick. She just leans down and jumps to the windowsill to find Xu Qing, the excrement shoveling officer.

Gong Ping feels more and more surprised. She looks back at the window. "What's the child's name? You can't be soft or strong. "

"My sister's name is Xu Jin." Jiang He looked at Gong Ping holding soft, eyebrows with a smile, and lowered his head to tease his son, "this is Xu Shi'an."

"Hey, brother, this is too perfunctory!" Gong Ping make complaints about it.

"Where perfunctory, compared to, sister's name is a little more simple."

"No matter the strokes or anything."

"You don't know the host?" Jiang He Yang Yang chin, "Xu ten places are safe."

It's a bit of a big name.

But considering it's my son, it doesn't matter if I'm older. My elder sister enjoys the golden age, but my younger brother... Don't be lazy.

"I hope she will be a doctor or a lawyer in the future." Jiang He came up and poked his soft mouth.

"How strong? Are you an official

"Yes, it's good to be a policeman."

Two people talking and laughing to each other, baby's giggle.

"I thought you would be Xu Ziqian, Xu Mingdao or something..."

Each era has its own characteristics. From the ancient time of Yannian Yanshi Yangui Yanshou, to the modern Wei state and Weidong Jianguo Jianhong, Zitong Zixi and Ziyan are behind them, and people around them often have the unexpected feeling of naming. You can see the idea of naming at a glance.

Xu Jin is just like this. Shi an is surprised by Gong Ping, but the more she thinks about it, the more interesting it is. She just can't say anything.

Jiang He laughed and teased the child.

It was the greatest shock when she first came here.

As she gradually became familiar with modern life, Jiang He also saw a lot of shadows under the prosperity of this era, but for her, she was lucky enough to come to such an era.

"I don't know what it will be like in 20 years."

"Think so much."

"In the blink of an eye."

Xu Qing holding the cat in the living room against the window, looking out, two people holding children chatting.

Gong Ping can't understand it. Xu Qing, who knows the roots and the bottom, understands it. She knows how to cherish it better than those who are 70 or 80 years old, because Jiang He has been hungry, has seen people kill, and has blood on her hands.

No matter how familiar with modern times, some ideas are always different.

It seems that children can't sleep enough. At this stage, they eat and sleep, especially after crying. It's easier for them to fall asleep. My younger brother closes his eyes first. Soon, my elder sister is honest, brewing energy and so on.

After Gong Ping leaves, the two cubs lie in the cradle and sleep. Jiang He comes to Xu Qing and lingers with her.

"I warn you not to disturb my work." Xu Qingzheng is a gentleman. He doesn't turn his eyes when he opens the software.

"Can't you?"

“？？”

"I heard that after giving birth to a baby, some men will have shadows and become..." Jiang He secretly raised his eyes and aimed at him.

that 's going too far!

Xu Qing was so anxious that she didn't even enter the bedroom. She threw the wax gourd out of the window sill, drew the curtain and fought with her.

……

June is fleeting. Xu Qing, who is already a husband and a father, shows some signs of getting fat. When she was surprised to find that her weight had changed, she doubled her boxing time.

Not far away, people on another terrace sometimes come out to have a look when they are bored. For them, not only can the fragrance of flowers be heard when the wind is right, but also the sound of fighting makes them wonder if there is a fengyuxiu next door.

Instead of practicing sword, Jiang He got a blanket. He didn't know who he learned yoga with. When he was tired of reading and taking care of flowers every day, he turned on the TV and practiced for a while.

Xu Qing suspected that she still felt that she couldn't do it. She went to ask where she wanted to do it. She was so angry that she proved it for several days.

How can people who practice martial arts not do it?

If it wasn't for the fear of the silent rebirth of the two... Xu Qing really had some shadows on this point, so he chose a time to have a serious talk with Jiang He.

"If you want to have three or four babies, please tell me not to make a hole secretly..."

"I didn't!" Jiang he retorted loudly, but he didn't want to continue to live.

"I mean, if there are any --"

"No if!"

"What if..."

"Do you want to fight?"

“？？”

"I think you just want to fight!"

Jiang He took Xu Qing to the balcony and cleaned him up in the open space not occupied by flowerpots.

Wang Zijun is still at work, driving his electric wheelchair around, occasionally changing to add a part, the wheelchair is not the original wheelchair, but super luxury. It has not evolved all. Exclusive wheelchair.

In addition to the remote control on the armrest, there is also a USB interface for charging the mobile phone. There is a cloth bag with fishing rod in the back of the armrest.

On the road of tampering with the wheelchair, he never came back, and even wanted to give the old man a whole one. His father almost broke his leg with a stick.

If it wasn't for the doctor's certificate, he might have been killed.

"The whole one?" Wang Zijun is in high spirits with his wheelchair. This is the meaning of his life. If not for his brother who came back from studying abroad, he appointed to find a way to open a customized wheelchair factory to serve people who feel confused in life.

"If you don't, you'll be killed."

Xu Qing firmly shakes her head. Jiang He has a fierce temper. If he dares to move a wheelchair to his home, she dares to use the secret skill hidden in his hand.

Because of his relationship with Wang Zijun, Jiang and Song Hui are familiar with it. Two women catch up with their work and make complaints about these two unreliable children, Dad, who sits in a wheelchair every day, and a family crippled on a chair or sofa.

Although Xu Qing has been working hard to lose weight in boxing, Jiang He didn't see it.

See also can't say, always can't and Song Hui mutually boast own husband, that too end.

Qin Hao is always busy. Although the relationship between them is not alienated, there is little time to meet each other, and the two of them don't go out of their way. Qin Hao is not as free as the two of them. He spends less time with his family. He works all day and always wants to spend more time with his wife and children.

"Your daughter is pretty. Let's be my child's daughter-in-law."

"Go away, it's a girl, just your daughter-in-law?" Xu qingni Wai, "be careful my wife beat you."

"Your wife is so powerful?"

"It's not me. If you are like this, she can press you to death with one finger."

"Blow it, you are afraid of your wife, and you blow her like a martial arts expert. Do you want to say that she practices Sanda?" Wang Zijun almost laughed.

I can't believe that Xu Qing will be afraid of his wife.

Wang Zijun left and right in his wheelchair swaying into an S-shape to express his mood. Xu Qing couldn't help pushing him to run.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? " Wang Zijun pats the wheelchair.

"As soon as I push, you have to go in."

Xu Qing pushed him to a place far away from the women's toilet, holding the armrest behind the wheelchair.

"Come on, I'm ready!" Wang Zijun is very excited.

“……”

Xu Qing is not angry to let him go, forgetting that the goods stink shamelessly.

"I'm a father now, so I can't say nothing." Wang Zijun is still waiting for Xu Qing to send him, so he doesn't want to drive in.

"I've become a father. Can you keep the key points steady?"

Two guys in their late 30s can always forget that they are not young.

It is estimated that this is also the reason why Wang Zijun likes to look for him in a wheelchair.

The more I live, the more I live back. I wake up in the middle of the night and always think what would happen if I didn't have that child. Then when I get up, I face the reality and watch the little soft child give up all my thoughts. When I get upset, I get out of my wheelchair and go to the street, or try to refit it.

Wang Zijun doesn't know if he is normal. Judging from the people around him, there is something wrong with his appointment, but what does it matter?

Everyone's way of decompressing is different. Some people like fishing, some people like to do it by hand, and some people like to drink. He just made a large one to do it by hand.

"Is it stressful to have children?" Wang Zijun adjusted his wheelchair to slow speed and walked side by side with Xu Qing. This is his new gear. In the past, the speed was too fast, so he had to speed up to keep up. He couldn't walk with people. He always needed to push.

"It's OK. It's not as easy as before. Every time I see them, I can't help thinking about the future."

"I'm much better than the girl in my family. When I was one and a half years old, I couldn't speak easily, so I began to read poems and English to him with cards. Now I'm two and a half years old, and I've reserved a kindergarten to send them to." Prince Jun sighed.

Xu Qing smiles and doesn't say anything. He knows that Wang Zijun should hope that his child will follow his father and be safe and steady... Not including his promiscuous girlfriends. That's the character problem after that.

Wang Zijun was able to study abroad with his brother at the beginning. He didn't want to be too tired. He had no ambition, or he was willing to degenerate. Anyway, he stayed in Jiangcheng and went to a good university. In his words, he couldn't be an elite and didn't fight for anything.

Although not like Wang Zijun's family property, Xu Qing can live freely in Jiangcheng by his own ability.

He and Wang Zijun are the same kind of people, can be crazy to roll, but there is no need.

As the sea pianist said, life is everyone's choice, there is no right or wrong.

Now that the child is born, the mentality has changed a little, and the perspective of thinking about things is different from before.

"You say, in another twenty years, what will it look like?" Xu Qing thought about the two children and suddenly asked.

"In another 20 years, I don't know if I can add a jet engine to my wheelchair... In other words, I want to install a pedal, which can be moved occasionally." Wang Zijun felt his chin and thought.

Wheelchair pedal?

Xu Qing confused side head, looking at Wang Zijun's luxurious wheelchair.

"I think you really have that serious illness."

He sighed.

The living standard has really improved, and all kinds of playing methods can be studied.