After such a fuss in the morning, the atmosphere at home was inevitably a little awkward, and I felt a little indigestion after breakfast.

Li Shengnan took his nephew to eat in the house, didn't mention those unhappy things, only told him to eat quickly, and after eating, he would accompany his sister and go to the ministry to play.

Song Ci won the first prize in the provincial competition, this is not the end, and the next thing is to go to the ministry to give a condolence performance.

However, there is an additional requirement, she can only perform one show of "Wisdom Fight", at most plus a short cross talk, and she must not be so tired that she falls asleep.

That's right, this is the personal instruction of He Wanli, and no one dares not to listen.

In the lower part, there were several condolence performances in a row, and Big Boss He was worried that Song Ci would not be able to eat at his age, and said that he would just look at the arrangement of one or two shows.

Or Song Chunan took the initiative to express his position, saying that their family is the descendants of martyrs, and several generations have joined the army, and the ministry is like a second family, and they have always wanted to come and see, but the elders do not allow it, for fear of causing trouble to the organization.

Now that I have this opportunity, I hope to stay longer, feel the feeling of going home, and let the next generation be influenced and not forget their roots.

If the conditions allow, live in the opposite department, and if there is a performance task, rub the company's car to sit, and the child will definitely not be tired.

As soon as He Wanli heard that this was still a martyr's family, that is, his own people, he immediately agreed, saying that they were welcome to come to experience life, and if the child wanted to come to be a table tennis player in the future, he would be given priority!

They were also invited to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival in the ministry, followed by the National Day, and then the New Year's Day and the Spring Festival Lantern Festival.

Song Chun'an, a cheeky person, couldn't bear the enthusiasm of the leader, so he had to sacrifice the name of meeting his father-in-law and mother-in-law first.

However, you can't hide from the performance task that should be given, anyway, Song Ci's body is fine, so let's go to support the army and give a condolence performance.

After breakfast, I simply packed my luggage, said hello to the Li family, and the family of four got into the jeep that came to pick them up, and drove away.

"At night you go to sleep in the study. ”

Lin Lu dropped a sentence coldly, didn't look at her husband, turned her head and went to the bus stop, and went to work.

Li Guanxiong toto the flat glasses with no prescription, smiled at his parents with cold faces, and hurriedly chased after them:

"You go slower, be careful of the children. ”

"Do you still know how to protect your child, then why don't you even say sorry to your son!" Lin Lu took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

"Don't talk to me, I'll get angry when I look at you. ”

Lin Lu glared at him and lined up to get on the bus.

Li Guanxiong hurriedly guarded her around, for fear of being squeezed and touched.

"Daughter-in-law, don't make trouble, what's a big deal. ”

He still wants to cry out for injustice, as for it.

Lin Lu sat on the seat of the old, weak, sick, disabled and pregnant, looked up at her husband who looked aggrieved and disapproving, and the fire in her heart burned vigorously.

"Old stubborn. ”

"Daughter-in-law, what are you talking about?" Li Guanxiong rubbed his ears in disbelief, suspecting that he was hallucinating. Latest

It is impossible for these words to pop out of the mouth of his intellectual and sensible daughter-in-law.

Lin Lu said clearly:

"Megalomaniacs. ”

Li Guanxiong was stunned.

"Machismo, sand pig, feudal patriarch, autocratic dictatorship, one word hall. ”

Li Guanxiong listened to these increasingly serious crimes, cold sweat came down, and he quickly reached out to cover her mouth.

"Daughter-in-law, you dissipate your anger, let's go back to the house if we have an opinion, this is a big court, don't make trouble, be careful of the child in the belly." ”

As he spoke, he smiled apologetically at the crowd around him.

Everyone expressed their understanding.

Pregnant women, it's hard to serve, it's okay to have a little temper, and I didn't toss outsiders anyway.

Lin Lu glanced at him, shook his hand away, and looked out the window with a cold face.

Li Guanxiong sighed, feeling that there was no way to go on like this, but the car was indeed not the place to speak.

He bent down and whispered in her ear:

"Ancestor, don't be angry, okay? I reflect, I write a review, I apologize to my son, I ask for your forgiveness, okay?"

Lin Lu turned his face and asked him with a serious face:

"Do you really know what's wrong?"

Li Guanxiong smiled bitterly:

"I'm not a mallet, you're all like this, what else can I do.

I originally planned that there must be a red-faced singer in the family, and you should sing white-faced, otherwise my son will be difficult to manage when he grows up.

Now it seems that I still pretend to be a grandson, anyone can bully me, I am the most pitiful. ”

Lin Lu was stunned for a moment, looked at his embarrassed and helpless look, and laughed:

"Okay, I feel sorry for you, right?"

Li Guanxiong climbs along the pole:

"Well, then I'll sing together with a red face and a white face, so I don't bother you.

Daughter-in-law, I told my sister and niece to point their noses and scold, but I was sad, my heart was cold, and I was cold when I slept in the study at night. ”

Lin Lu glared at him, his face flushed slightly:

"It's not serious. ”