Chapter 732

Xiaobaozi absently handed him a horizontal couplet. Mingming said it was fun to post couplets, but he didn't feel it at all. Instead, he felt cheated.

Ji Zhengting pastes the horizontal couplet, which is actually a trick. In the past, it was very easy to watch the servants paste up. I didn't expect that I would do it myself. It's not like that at all.

"Go, go to the West Tower."

"Daddy, can I go after dinner? I'm hungry." The small steamed stuffed bun crumples the shriveled stomach pitifully.

"No way!" Two words, there is no room for change.

It was agreed that they would go back to eat after pasting. This meeting only pasted a sub building. The key is that it took more than an hour to go back. It's really hard to say.

Xiaobaozi followed him dejectedly. I cried in my heart, granny, granny, granny, granny, help me

As a result, the people he appealed for didn't come, but he looked forward to Mama song.

"Mommy song..." Small steamed stuffed bun see her, two legs immediately energetic gallop past.

"Baby." Song Qingcheng squatted down in front of the child, looked at the child's frozen red nose, and touched the child's hand, "how can the hand be so cold, isn't it very cold?"

Xiaobaozi nodded his head.

Song Qingcheng looks at Mr. Ji coming over. Cold a handsome face, also looks not in a good mood, the father and son will not quarrel, right?

"How's it going?" Song Qingcheng stood up and asked him.

"To the West Tower." Mr. Ji had no face, so he went first.

Song Qingcheng quietly went to see the couplet on the door of the auxiliary building. No, it's OK. After reading it, I can't compliment you.

This crooked, where like couplets?

Moreover, there is paste everywhere on the door. If the old man saw it, he would not be scolded.

Sure enough, this is the first time Mr. Ji has posted couplets.

Song Qingcheng went to the house to wash a rag and wiped the paste off the door. After a look at the couplet on the door, how could it be so awkward to read?

After reading it several times, I found that it was pasted backwards.

My God!

Mr. Ji is really not suitable for running a family.

……

Song Qingcheng rushed to the West Tower again, so as not to paste it wrong again. However, when she arrived at the West building, she found that she was thinking too much.

They're not that fast at all.

As soon as she arrived, she saw on the steps of the door, one big and one small squatting on the ground, confused by the messy couplets.

"Daddy, I think this and this may be a couple." Worried about being beaten, xiaobaozi picked out two couplets from the couplets on the ground.

Ji Zhengting looked at it and felt that it was almost the same. He could barely use it.

Who let his son confuse these couplets?

Song Qingcheng is also obedient to his father and son. Couplets can be pasted together. Even if the steamed stuffed bun can't read, Mr. Ji can't even distinguish couplets, can he?

Even if you can't tell, you can read at least!

She came and straightened out the couplets on the ground. He took the couplets Ji Zhengting was going to post in his hand, and soon found out the couplets he had prepared.

"Post it." Song Qingcheng handed out a pair of couplets. Mr. Ji pursed his lips and took them dry.

Comfort yourself in the heart, embarrassment in front of his wife, no shame.

"Daddy, don't be sad. My mommy won't laugh at you." It's true that the steamed buns can't be opened.

Mr. Ji stares at his son coldly and turns around to post couplets.

"Daddy, I'll help you, or you'll make a mistake and Mommy will laugh at you again." Little buns, follow up.

Mr. Ji has the impulse to stick the steamed stuffed bun on his mouth with paste.

"Daddy, did you not wake up and have eye problems? You see, this post is crooked. "

“……” Smelly boy, tell him how to paste it, but it's crooked, and it depends on him. Let's see what he's going to do with the stinky boy.

"Daddy, it's new year's day. You can't keep a tight face. It's hard to see. Do you know?" Xiaobaozi teaches daddy a lesson like a little adult.

Only when Mommy is around can he dare to talk to dad like this.

Mr. Ji just didn't hear.

Song Qingcheng after looking at Mr. Ji was son made speechless appearance, secretly smile.

……

With the help of song Qingcheng, the couplets are pasted much faster.

The smell of the new year's villa changed in less than an hour and a half.

And Mr. Ji and baozi are also miserable. When father and son came back, they became the same as Hualian cat, covered with paste.

"Come back." When they came in, the stepmother came. Seeing this picture of her son and grandson, the stepmother was stunned, "this How can it be like a cat with a painted face? "

"Grandma, daddy can't stick couplets at all. It's just a fat face." Xiaobaozi comes in and accuses his stepmother.One side is the son, the other side is the grandson, the palm and the back of the hand are all meat, so the stepmother has to change the topic, "grandson, are you hungry? Grandma prepared steamed dumplings with prawns for you today. It's delicious. "

"Oh, great. Today we have steamed dumplings with prawns." Xiaobaozi jumps happily. There is such a rich food every day, but the children will still be very happy.

"Please, wash your hands with mommy." Song Qingcheng takes the child and prepares to take him to wash his hands.

"Mummy should take daddy to wash his hands. After all, daddy is in a bad mood and needs mummy's coaxing." Xiaobaozi took out her hand and spoke to her seriously.

“……” Song Qingcheng looks at Mr. Ji. At the end of the day, Mr. Ji's face was a little too ugly.

Song Qingcheng was a little confused by his glance. Is it to follow? Or pretend you didn't see it?

After the stepmother takes her child to wash her hands, song Qingcheng struggles again and again. For the sake of Mr. Ji's bad mood and the influence of the Chinese new year, she decides to comfort Mr. Ji.

The bedroom door was closed and she came straight in. At a glance, I saw the clothes taken off from the bed, and there was water sound in the bathroom. It was estimated that Mr. Ji went to take a bath.

This man, his dirty clothes are still on the bed.

Song Qingcheng takes the dirty clothes over, and suddenly a small piece falls to the ground. It's his bullet pants.

I can't help thinking of the two people's bold and touching pictures last night

What she helped him take off at that time was these bullet trousers, and then

There was a rush of heat on his face.

Song Qingcheng, you are more and more beautiful now. The more emotional and colorful the picture is, the more you can't help thinking about it. It's too shameful.

You are only twenty-five years old, and you are not thirty at all.

I don't know if Mr. Ji will be scared by you after he knows?