This time, Lu Jiang understood what he meant. He was saying that it was his mother's pillow and that he was not allowed to pillow it himself.

Nothing but this explanation.

"What happened to your mother's pillow? Your mother is mine, of course her pillow is also mine, I just want to pillow your mother's pillow, what can you do with a little fat man? Lu Jiang instantly became a childish child, turned sideways, his face was facing Xibao, but he didn't move on the pillow, looking like what can you do with me.

Feng Qingxue shook his head, not interfering in the affairs of their father and son, Lu Jiang had asked Xibao to wait before!

Xibao was suddenly anxious and blushed. He couldn't push Lu Jiang and pushed him, and suddenly crawled back to where he was sitting before, angrily grabbed the gun and pointed it at Lu Jiang's head.

He was standing, and the posture with a gun was particularly standard,

"Oh bad, biubiu!"

"Stinky boy, you're pointing a gun at Dad again!" As soon as Lu Jiangchang stretched out his arm, he snatched the gun in his hand.

Looking down at the empty hand, and then at the gun in Lu Jiang's hand, Xi Baowa cried loudly, tears and snot flowed together, and turned around and ran to Feng Qingxue who was sitting on the side of the kang,

"Guns! Gun! I gun! I gun! Crying so sadly, he didn't forget to pull the wind and snow towards Lujiang,

"Oh bad, hit! Hit! ”

"Mom can't beat Dad." Windy and light slopes. Xibao stood up at once,

"Huh?" Seeing his small appearance with his mouth wide open, Feng Qingxue couldn't help laughing, nodded and said to him: "Yes, Dad is too bad, Mom can't beat him, and he can't get the gun back, what should I do?" ”

"Hit!" The little guy who couldn't think of a good plan said.

"If you can't beat it, you have to fight?"

"Hit!" The little one is very determined.

"Okay, if we can't beat it, we have to fight too, come, let's have a mother-son doubles!" Feng Qingxue said as she snatched the gun back, and the little guy instantly jumped on the spot happily.

"Guns! Gun! I gun! Holding the gun, he smiled, and pointed to Lu Jiang again vividly,

“biubiu！” Lu Jiang's eyes were full of ferocity. The little guy flexibly threw himself into the arms of Feng Qingxue, and did not forget to stretch out his hand to Lu Jiang, with an accusatory face,

"Bad!" Feng Qingxue smiled: "Yes, Dad is bad, let's not play with Dad!" ”

"Hmm!"

"Uh-huh!" Lu Jiang blurted out directly, so he didn't have the scruples of his wife. The little guy immediately replied, "Humph! With a twist of his head, he buried his face in his mother's arms and arched, so angry that Lu Jiang's eyes were on fire.

"Alright, alright, you're such a big person, what do you care about children? Are you a child? If Xibao was sensible, he would not be a child. "The wind and snow put Xibao by his side,

"You two go to fight, see who wins and loses in the end, I don't care, I have to sort things out and see if there are anything that can be used as wedding gifts." Lu Jiang and Xibao stared at each other and turned their heads outwards together,

"Humph!" It's exactly the same! Feng Qingxue let go, sat on the edge of the kang and thought about it for a long time, but didn't come up with anything suitable for them, he didn't bring all his belongings over, so many gifts in a row, who doesn't doubt it?

Moreover, fifteen couples get married together, and if you send the newcomers you introduce and don't send others, the other people's faces will definitely not look good.

Among this batch of married people, the highest-ranking is the chief of staff of the army, 43-year-old Zhu Xiu, but he is a rough and arrogant Northeast man, and the object is Shi Honghong of the Art Troupe, beautiful and young, only 23 years old.