The three tired men in the cabin stopped, and lay down on the big bed for a truce. Kong Qier rolled over and lay down between the two, he liked this happy feeling of having a family and parents.

And Zhao Bingyu is in the same mood as him, and the home he has always longed for in his heart is like this - a wife as a companion and a child around his knees.

Zhao Bingyu propped himself up, propped up the bed, leaned against the window inside, and lay down again, and the golden morning sun suddenly slanted in from above their heads, with the cold coolness of an autumn morning, sprinkled all over their bodies.

They were like crossing into the light.

After such a fuss early in the morning, Jin Jiaojiao had long been sleepy, her heart was like a sponge soaked in the warm ocean, and she was warmly surrounded by a word called sweetness.

Zhao Bingyu fumbled in the quilt for a while, pretending to hook her little thumb as if nothing happened, and Jin Jiaojiao, who felt his small movements, turned her head and just met Zhao Bingyu's warm gaze.

Qiu Chen was cold, but his eyes were warm.

The time that passed in that moment turned into dust flying in the light, small but extraordinary, comparable to the stars in the sky.

At this moment, Jin Jiaojiao actually wanted to ask Zhao Bingyu, if he put aside money and beauty, would he still choose to be with him in the first place?

Money and beauty are not eternal, in addition to these external things, does her inner also attract Zhao Bingyu?

There is nothing in the world, and mediocre people disturb themselves.

She looked at Zhao Bingyu in the halo and chose to remain silent, she has money and beauty, these things are her capital, her confidence, and she is inseparable from her.

If she asks the answer she wants, she is asking for trouble, and even if it is the answer she wants, who can tell if it is true or false.

So just don't ask, no matter what, she loves Zhao Bingyu, he is hers, that's enough.

"What are you thinking?" Zhao Bingyu followed his little finger and scratched her palm.

"I wonder when you got me such a big son."

Zhao Bingyu immediately sat up, looking righteous and awe-inspiring, "I don't have a wife, absolutely not, I am innocent."

As if to confirm that he was not lying, he raised his hand and made a gesture of swearing, "When I was a child, I was your wife, and my wife believed in me."

Jin Jiaojiao was amused by his sincere stupidity, and she originally deliberately scared him, but now she had the intention of teasing him.

She tilted her head idly and said in a languid tone, "Oh? Tell me, then, why does your two-year-old baby son call you Daddy?"

Zhao Bingyu immediately understood her careful thoughts, and approached her to tease, "He calls me daddy, doesn't he also call you his mother, so the baby wife knows where our son got it from, right?"

After teasing and being teased, Jin Jiaojiao's face turned red to her neck, and Kong Qier, who was sandwiched between the two, covered her eyes, peeked at the two of them from between her fingers, and said unscrupulously: "Do you want to kiss your father and mother?"

"This is a question of whether your mother is willing?" Zhao Bingyu deliberately raised his eyebrows and looked at Jin Jiaojiao.

Jin Jiaojiao's face became even redder and hotter, thinking to herself how could this man be so thick-skinned, and he was so unscrupulous in front of children, how could she be embarrassed?

"So my wife is willing?"

Jin Jiaojiao lifted the quilt, didn't have time to put on her shoes, walked to the dresser barefoot, and sat down with her back to the father and son.

She needs to be calm.

Calm, calm down.

Kong Qier asked Zhao Bingyu, "Aren't your father and mother kissing?"

Zhao Bingyu looked at Jin Jiaojiao's delicate figure with a smile, and quipped, "Shh, your mother is shy."

pretended to whisper, but the voice fell into Jin Jiaojiao's ears word for word.

Can't calm down.

She casually picked up a book in front of the dressing mirror, and didn't look carefully at what the book was, so she smashed it straight towards Zhao Bingyu with her head covered, and said angrily, "Who do you say is shy? I'm not shy! What do I have to be ashamed of."

Zhao Bingyu caught the book with one hand, covered his mouth and muffled a smile.

"You're still laughing! What laugh at what laughs? Don't laugh!"

Jin Jiaojiao didn't know that her red-faced and red-eared coquettish appearance at this time was like a coquettish paper tiger, unable to deter others at all, only cute and lovable.

Zhao Bingyu coughed a few times in disguise, "No, no, no, no."

"You're still laughing!"

"I don't laugh anymore." He pretended to be serious, "I'm going to get down to business."

Jin Jiaojiao sat down angrily and asked him, "What's the matter?"

"Our son's business."

"Huh?"

Zhao Bingyu said eloquently: "My master secretly took away Yaoyao and left Qi'er. Before his death, Dr. Li entrusted him to me, and I intended to take him in as a model, but the master took a fancy to Yaoyao's talent in pharmacology, so he gave me a chance to steal the beams and change the pillars, wife, can we adopt Qi'er?"

Jin Jiaojiao nodded, judging from the relationship with Chisong Zhenren in the past few days, he can really do such a thing.

"Isn't Kir your little junior brother?"

"I haven't officially apprenticed yet."

Jin Jiaojiao thinks about it, she is not a real master and apprentice if she doesn't have an apprenticeship ceremony.

"Yes, yes." She nodded.

「？」 It's as simple as that, Zhao Bingyu asked, "Wife, did you agree?" You won't lie to me, will you?"

Jin Jiaojiao looked at him suspiciously, isn't it just to adopt a child, it's not a difficult thing, and the Jin family can't afford to raise it.

"Of course, there's a fake."

"Can my father-in-law agree?"

"Yes, Kir is so cute, of course he agrees."

Zhao Bingyu was overjoyed, jumped out of bed and carried the upper of Jin Jiaojiao to put them on, stuffed the book that Jin Jiaojiao had just thrown on his face into her hand, and said in a deceptive voice: "Wife, I still have the second and third parts of this collection, if you want to read it, give it to my wife."

After saying that, he got up and opened the door and left, and said loudly, "I'll help my wife fetch water and wash."

Jin Jiaojiao felt a little inexplicable, and didn't quite understand what he was talking about, and then looked at the book he stuffed into her hand.

「！！！」

It is the folk painting book she is reading in recent days - "Spring Hunting", the story is popular to read, and the illustrations in it are even more vivid, and the page she is turning in her hand describes the two story protagonists who spend the moon before the moon, sing to the moon, bathe in the spring pool, and stage a mandarin duck play in the water when the love is strong. The text atmosphere is ambiguous, and the scale of the illustrations is even more insightful.

"......" is destined to be unable to calm down today, Jin Jiaojiao only felt as if her face was about to catch fire, and she plunged into the bed, she was so ashamed, how could she let him find out that he was looking at such a blatant script.

It's just damning!

Kong Qier looked at Jin Jiaojiao, who re-burrowed into the quilt like a little mouse making a hole, and only felt that it was novel and fun, and he also followed her example and went into the quilt to find her.

"Mother, mother, what's wrong with you? Are you shy?"

Jin Jiaojiao shook her head, this is much more serious than shyness, "My mother doesn't, my mother is just a little dizzy...... Chest congestion."

"That mother is sick, and Qier is going to call his father to take care of his mother."

"My mother is not sick." She hurriedly grabbed Kong Qier, "Mother, I just got up a little anxious just now, and I'll be fine."

Kong Qi'er put his mind at ease, and drilled the little brain back into its place, "Then I'll accompany my mother."

What the mother and son don't know is that Zhao Bingyu, who went out to fetch water under the pretext of going out, also had red ears, and some people pretended to be like veterans in the love field in front of their wives, and behind his back he was just a big boy who would think about it when he looked at the lingering pictures.

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Chapter 82 Free Reading for a Family of Three.