Chapter 167

Toss toss around Zhang wanran's neck, in front of Zhang wanran with Jiao: "grandma, you send toss toss back OK?"

Zhang wanran took a look at Jiang shaoxun. Her son's face was very distressed. She laughed in her heart: "shaoxun, how does it feel to be ignored by her baby son? Now I know how my parents and grandfather felt. "

Jiang shaoxun pursed his lips and didn't say a word. He just ignored him for a few days. He couldn't bear it. However, he complained about song Mianmian for so many years that they refused to give Mianmian a chance.

"DIU DIU, darling, go home with Daddy."

Throw a hug around the nervous neck.

Zhang wanran chuckled and hugged Jiang shaoxun: "silly, why are you angry with daddy?"

He buried himself in Zhang wanran's clothes and replied, "daddy took an aunt home."

Zhang wanran looked at Jiang shaoxun and said, "if you want to get rid of you, you know what to do."

Jiang shaoxun's eyebrows are locked. What can he do? Can't let song Mianmian leave at this time, her health is not good.

"Lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose lose."

Throw in Zhang wanran's arms, such as twist sugar twist, "grandma, you send me home, I don't want him to send."

Now even daddy is not willing to shout. Jiang shaoxun has as many headaches as he wants.

"Oh, granny is old. She can't hold her and she's lost." Zhang wanran put it on the ground.

DIU DIU is holding Zhang wanran's thigh. Her face is on Zhang wanran's thigh. She says with her mouth: "grandma is not old."

Zhang wanran caresses diliao's head. Because of song Mianmian, shaoxun fell out with them. Now, because of song Mianmian, shaoxun's baby son fell out with him. In this way, shaoxun can know how they felt in those years.

Zhang wanran suddenly feels that Changhuan is actually very good. The existence of Changhuan makes shaoxun move closer to the Jiang family, but song Mianmian

That's all. She'd better not worry about the children's affairs.

Zhang wanran naturally won't let her baby grandson fight with her baby son. She still handed him over to Jiang shaoxun and asked him to send him home.

Throw Du small mouth, but helpless.

Jiang shaoxun drove away from Jiang's house. He looked at him in the rear-view mirror. His mouth tooted up, as if he could hang an oil bottle. He sighed, "where's Mommy?"

When he sent song mianmianmian back, the servant said they drove away. At that time, he really thought Changhuan didn't want that home.

Toss toss cold hum a, didn't answer, small head Yang Gao Gao of, don't want to answer Jiang shaoxun.

"If you don't talk, daddy will sell your parrot."

Throw throw little short leg pedal for a while, used to vent their discontent: "if you dare to sell my parrot, I will never pay attention to you."

"If you are obedient, Daddy won't sell your parrot. Did Mommy tell you anything today?" Jiang shaoxun wants to know whether Changhuan has any complaints about him now.

"Daddy, can you drive well?"

OK, he drives well. Song Mianmian lives at home. He just adds a pair of chopsticks and a bowl. As a result, his wife and children don't understand him.

Jiang shaoxun carries didiao back home. He doesn't see Changhuan. He only sees song Mianmian sitting there, playing with the cup he and didiao made at the parent-child meeting.

Song Mianmian saw him come back, holding two cups toward him: "shaoxun, you're back."

This time, song Mianmian didn't give Jiang shaoxun any more clothes. She held up the cup in her hand and said sincerely, "shaoxun, I heard aunt fan say that this is the cup you made in the parent-child meeting. It's really beautiful."

When he heard this sentence, he immediately turned back. He trotted to song mianmianmian and held his head high. When he saw that the bad aunt was holding his favorite cup, he yelled: "you put down my cup."

Ditiao's voice is sharp and her eyes are cold. Song Mianmian is shocked by her strong momentum. As soon as she releases her hand, the cup slips from her hand and rolls down to the ground.

Throwing his eyes wide open, Jiang shaoxun rushed to catch the cup firmly in the air. However, in the process of receiving the cup, his center of gravity was unstable and he was about to fall. Song Mianmian also reached out in time to help him up.

But as soon as song Mianmian's feet slide, he grabs Jiang shaoxun's hand and takes him to her side.

Seeing that he is about to fall on Song Mianmian, Jiang shaoxun opens his arms and holds song Mian on himself as he falls to the ground.

When Jiang shaoxun was holding song Mianmian, the cup he held tightly also fell to the ground in an instant, making a clear sound.

DIU DIU only saw his favorite cup split into pieces. His mouth was flat and he began to cry. He raised his leg and kicked song Mianmian's arm: "you return my cup, you return my cup."

Changhuan is in the bedroom upstairs. Hearing her son's wailing, she gets up from the warm quilt with a headache. Every step she takes seems to be stepping on cotton, so she can't find the direction.

Downstairs, song Mianmian lies on Jiang shaoxun. She shows a shy expression. He can protect her, which shows that he still has her in his heart.

But the child's calf was kicking her, and she was in pain.

Yu Guang sees the beautiful shadow coming down the stairs. Song Mianmian leaves from Jiang shaoxun. She holds her hand on the ground, but accidentally puts her hand on the broken cup. In an instant, she pricks several blood lines in her white palm.

Song Mianmian's arm was stabbed and she cried out in pain.

Jiang shaoxun saw that the action of throwing a kick didn't stop. He yelled at him: "stop it."

However, he kept on raising his foot, kicking song Mianmian's arm one by one, crying and shouting: "you return my cup."

When Jiang shaoxun sees and doesn't listen to him, the blood in Song Mianmian's palm reddenes his eyes again. He raises his hand. The whole room only hears a loud "pa", and his cry stops suddenly.

Changhuan muddled down from the upstairs, saw Jiang shaoxun slap throw throw throw on the ground, that slap seems to also throw on her face, face hot pain, the ground that broken cup, like her heart at the moment.

Cup, life, oh, where there is any luck in the world, where there is any happiness, the gift he made for her and her children, so broken.

Changhuan's eyes were swollen and red, and she walked over with her stiff legs. She picked up the beaten one from the ground, and looked at her tearfully. Then she lay down in her arms and cried again loudly and wrongly.