Jian Hui pretended to be angry, her face flushed with shame. Pin your face to the side and don't look at him, "I hate it or not, don't marry it!" ”

Han Shumo looked at her and laughed, "Haha, marry, marry!" It's finally time to marry a daughter-in-law! Hahaha......" Han Shumo's face was full of happy smiles.

"Makes you laugh! Makes you laugh! Jian Hui scratched Han Shumo's armpits with both hands.

"Hahaha...... Daughter-in-law! ”

Han Shumo hugged Jian Hui and gently scratched her armpits.

"Hahahaha, I was wrong, haha......"

"Please let it go, haha......"

The two of them were arguing in the upstairs room, and Han Shumo's parents were busy in the kitchen downstairs. I heard Han Shumo and Jian Hui laughing like children upstairs.

Father Han put the cut vegetables on the plate and rolled his eyes: "This stinky boy, I haven't seen him laugh like this for more than 20 years!" With a straight face all day, I thought he wouldn't laugh! ”

Han's mother sat on the stool next to her and watched Han's father cook. Hearing him say this, he glared at him, "Isn't it up to you?" ”

When Dad Han saw his wife's glare, he immediately said, "Wife, I was in front of others at that time, when did I keep a straight face at home?" ”

Han's mother glanced at him and said, "My son is too!" How happy you hear him laugh in front of his daughter-in-law! ”

"Father Han: Okay, the purpose of the Han family: the wife is the biggest"

Han's mother continued: "I really like Huihui, this child, you read books and ink and she is different. Looking at Dad Han, he smiled and said, "Let's go back and get together and settle the matter." ”

Father Han nodded, "Well, wife, why don't you do it this Sunday?" "Dad Han cut the green onions, ginger and garlic and prepared to stir-fry the vegetables.

"Well, okay, I'll talk to them about dinner later." Han's mother said.

Han's father smiled and said to her, "Okay, wife, you go to the living room to watch TV first, I have oil smoke in the stir-fry?" ”

Han's mother didn't move, "It's okay, it's so far away!" ”

Han Shumo's father had a doting smile on his face, gently pushed Han's mother out of the kitchen, closed the door and worked alone inside.

Upstairs, Jian Hui and Han Shumo were tired, and the two of them were lying on the bed talking.

"Mo, you said you knew me when you were a child? I don't remember seeing you! ”

"Humph!" Han Shumo glared at her angrily.

"Ink! Tell me about it, I want to know ......" Jian Hui tugged at Han Shumo's clothes and said coquettishly.

Alas, as soon as the daughter-in-law is coquettish, she has to agree to the oil pot on the knife mountain!

"Look at the model on that shelf, we put it together!" Han Shumo pointed to the model on the shelf.

"Really? When was this? Jian Hui's face was full of surprise, "That little girl may not be my ......"

Jian Hui's eyes instantly filled with tears.

Han Shumo immediately sat up as soon as he saw it, "It's you!" That's right, it's you! Can you listen to me slowly? ”

"I mistook my father, and I can't mistake you?" Han Shumo was anxious and incoherent.

Jian Hui laughed out loud!

"Let my uncle know how sad it is!"

"It's okay, he doesn't know! It's okay to know! As he spoke, he took down the model and put it in front of Jian Hui.

"Daddy Han: Stinky boy, you wait, how can I have a son like you?"

"Han Shumo: Aren't you trying to save your image? I'll lay you the groundwork first, be reasonable and amiable!'

"Daddy Han: ......"