But no matter who comes to the door, there is a guest who comes to the door, and the host always has to receive it.

Wan Huan stood up and was about to go out to greet him, when a loud voice followed.

"Sister, look, I've brought your son to give you New Year's greetings."

Son? Everyone present was surprised when they heard this, especially He Chongyang, who took a bite of rice and almost didn't squirt out.

"Little Yu'er, when did you give birth to your son! Why do I hear the wind at all? ”

He Chongjiu glared at him, talking nonsense.

He Chongyang blinked innocently, didn't someone outside say that he just asked? Did He Xiaojiu stare at him like this?

The brothers looked at each other, and the owner of the voice had already entered the courtyard gate, and the person who came was Xu Zhihong, the godfather who had hit the door before.

Xu Zhihong didn't carry the baby on his chest today, and the baby was a plump young woman, who should be Xu Zhihong's wife.

Although he left the address before, he didn't expect Xu Zhihong to really come to the door.

Now advocating the destruction of the four olds, in fact, it is not allowed to worship relatives, especially the superstitious thing of hitting the door, most people are avoiding.

However, people are not afraid, dare to bring their children to visit, and there is no reason not to be hospitable.

"Brother Xu, sister-in-law, please take a seat!"

Duan Huan led the Xu family and his wife to the dinner table, and without her opening, Ivan added two pairs of chopsticks and wine glasses.

introduced Xu Zhihong and his wife to everyone, and by the way, he told the interesting story of the original door slamming, which made everyone happy.

"Whoever bumps into him will be a godfather, such an interesting thing, why don't I have this luck?" He Chongyang put the gnawed bones on the table.

He Chongjiu took a sip of wine, "When you can get up on time one day, think about such a problem again!" ”

"It's not that there is no chance, the work tasks are so heavy, and the leaders are so busy, it is even more impossible for me to be idle." He Chongyang shrugged.

His research is classified and he rarely has the opportunity to go out.

When it comes to the critical period of the experiment, I often forget to sleep and eat, and I soak in the laboratory with white and black, and I can't even go back to the dormitory, and I squint in the office for a while when I am really tired.

If there is no experiment, I always try to catch up on sleep as much as possible, and I will never get up until ten minutes before work.

In just a few years, He Chongyang has changed from a handsome young man who loves face to a rough man who is unkempt and untidy.

Chen Dahai quipped: "Let's be a little fish, this luck is not too good, we can bump into a godson when we go out." ”

"Sister, thank you for agreeing to accept Dongdong as your godson, thanks to you, since Dongdong worshiped you as a godson, it has been a lot smoother, and I really haven't been sick in the past two months." Sister-in-law Xu said happily.

Li Sufen said with a smile: "Our little fish, our bodies have been tough since we were children, we are safe and smooth without illness or disaster, and we are a little lucky star." ”

"Sister-in-law Xu, auntie, you are too exaggerated," Duan Huan teased Dongdong in the swaddling clothes, "The body is so strong, we have to remember the first work, you are willing to eat and sleep, so that you can raise your body bones so well, isn't it?" ”

Dongdong shouted "ahhh

Duan Huan couldn't hold back the itching of his hands, and touched Dongdong's fat little face, and Dongdong smiled even more happily.

Sister-in-law Xu is a typical little woman, a little shy, but she enthusiastically persuaded the vegetables to add food, and the hearty Li Sufen accompanied her to talk, and soon relaxed.

Xu Zhihong was greeted by Grandpa Xu, accompanied by Chen Dahai and He Xingzhi, and he did not forget to toast Duan Huan, and to fulfill his promise to have a good drink with Duan Huan before.

You can't just drink without saluting, after a few rounds, the domineering wine strength of peach wine quickly rose.

The heat of the alcohol surged and her cheeks flushed, and her complexion looked a few degrees more rosy than usual.

The upturned tails of Danfeng's eyes were also dyed with a slightly drunken flush, and the originally cold and sharp eyes became extremely blurry and delicate.

Seeing this, He Chongjiu quietly raised his glass to Xu Zhihong, "Brother Xu, I respect you!" ”

After saying that, He Chongjiu drained the wine in the cup in one gulp, Xu Zhihong smiled and said: "Brother Xiaojiu is refreshing, I'll do it!" ”

After drinking a few glasses in a row, Xu Zhihong's attention completely shifted from Duan Huan to He Chongjiu, and the two of them chatted and changed the cup.

He Chongjiu didn't talk much, everyone thought that Xu Zhihong was particularly close to him, and he didn't stop them, so they had a hearty drink.

Later, a jar of two-pound peach wine was divided between the two of them.

Xu Zhihong lay down directly, holding the empty wine jar and shouting, "Little, little nine brothers, come, let's do another one." ”

He Chongjiu didn't lie down, but he couldn't bear the strength of the wine, supported his chin with his hand, tilted his head slightly, and watched Duan Huan brew hangover tea on the tea table in the middle of the recliner.

"Xiao Jiu, drunk?" He Chongyang leaned over to He Chongjiu and asked.

He Chongjiu didn't reply, and continued to tilt his head, looking at the busy Huan without blinking.

"Hey~ Wake up!" He Chongyang was about to help He Chongjiu up, "If you're drunk, go to sleep, what's going on here?" ”

When his hand touched He Chongjiu, he was slapped away by He Chongjiu.

He Chongyang looked at the immediate slap print on the back of his hand, "He Xiaojiu, forget if you don't go to sleep, what are you doing to me?" Look at the beating of my hand! ”

He Chongjiu waved his hand, "Don't block your view." ”

He Chongyang looked over and found Duan Huan nestled on the recliner, shaking the pu fan while directing Ivan to add charcoal to the stove.

"What's so nice about making tea?" He Chongyang muttered, "I said you were drunk and you still didn't admit it, wait!" I'll go and serve you sobering tea. ”

Boiling tea is nothing good-looking, but the person who makes tea is good-looking.

The drunkard's intention is not to drink, and He Zhong's nine-eyed is naturally not the pot of hangover tea on the stove.

"It's not cooked yet, why are you in a hurry? I said I'd come and help you out! He Chongyang didn't hold He Chongjiu, so he could only follow behind and nag, "I don't usually see how much you like to drink, and I don't know which tendon is twitched today, and you will fight for wine!" ”

He Chongjiu's steps were vain, but his long legs were still obvious, and he walked to the tea table in a few steps and sat on one of the remaining recliners.

Seeing He Chongjiu's face flushed, he asked with concern, "Brother Chongjiu, are you uncomfortable?" Do you want to squint slowly? ”

"Let you go to the house and lie down, you are not happy," He Chongyang nodded and said, "Look, Xiao Yu'er also thinks you are drunk." ”

He Chongjiu flattened on the recliner, "Your clothes stained with cow dung are still there?" ”

"Soak it first," He Chongyang is an out-and-out procrastinator in housekeeping, "I'll wash it later, and the clothes won't run away with long legs, I'll help you go back to the room first." ”

He Chongjiu lowered his eyelids and quickly closed them, "Clothes won't run, but don't expect to help me back to the house, I can wash my clothes when I wake up and repay you." ”

"Hey~ He Xiaojiu, I kindly helped you go back to the house to rest, if you don't appreciate it, forget it, why do you always think about it, am I the kind of person with a small belly?" He Chongyang rolled up his sleeves angrily.

He Chongjiu didn't bother to raise his eyelids, "It's not a small belly, it's just too lazy." ”

"Which pot is not opened, which pot is not mentioned," He Chongyang kicked He Chongjiu, "Expose the shortest is the best at you!" ”

"Brother Chongyang," Ivan poured all the charcoal into the stove, stood up and said, "I'd better wash your clothes, after all, I stained your clothes." ”

He Chongyang hurriedly waved his hand, "Forget it, I'll wash it myself." ”

Really let Ivan wash clothes with one arm hanging, even if his father doesn't smoke him, he wants to smoke himself.

In the end, He Chongyang still sighed, rolled up his sleeves and went to the well to be self-reliant.

Ivan looked at He Chongyang's back with his shoulders drooping, and was pursing his lips to steal fun, when he was knocked on the head by a fan.

What is this kid talking about? When who can't see that he is selling miserable and pitiful?

Not to mention He Chongjiu, who has a clear and happy temperament, closes his eyes and recuperates, including He Chongyang, who is self-reliant, who doesn't know the little abacus that Ivan just made?