The charming girl from the 70s seduces her rough husband until he vomits blood

"I used to be confused about people and mistook fish eyes for pearls, but I won't do that anymore."

Seeing Fang Shuyu doing self-reflection so honestly, Mingzhu couldn't help laughing.

Fang Shuyu:......

"You stinky girl, you're scaring me again."

Mingzhu smiled and said: "Ms. Fang, why have you become so easy to bully now? Where did your fierceness go when you first met me in Nanshi?"

"Is it the same back then as it is now? You gave birth to three big fat grandsons to my family. Whoever the mother-in-law was would have to support you."

"Oh..." Mingzhu looked depressed: "So, I still take advantage of your grandchildren, tsk tsk, it's over, no more love."

Fang Shuyu hurriedly explained: "No, no, that's not what I meant..."

Mingzhu looked at Fang Shuyu's helpless look and almost couldn't help but laugh. Jiang Duo, who was beside her, raised his hand and rubbed her head: "Okay, stop being naughty."

She finally couldn't help it and laughed.

Fang Shuyu was speechless and turned to look at Ming Chuni: "In-laws, look at this wonderful niece you raised. She is so... so angry that she doesn't pay for her life."

Ming Chunni couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene.

These days, no daughter-in-law would dare to play around with her mother-in-law like this. Her niece just lives a different life from others.

Seeing how favored she is in her husband's family, as an aunt, I feel really happy for her.

After Mingzhu finished laughing, she looked serious and looked at Fang Shuyu: "Ms. Fang, please don't complain to my aunt. The little third child is indeed a little bit bad now. Fortunately, he is still young. Let's correct him now." It’s not too late. From today on, in addition to feeling unwell, Xiao Laosan will not be allowed to successfully obtain any problem he solves by crying or asks for anything. If he likes to cry, let him cry. There will always be a chance. On the day when you’ve cried enough, don’t be soft-hearted.”

"You, the mother, are not soft-hearted, but I, the grandmother..." Fang Shuyu said, somewhat lacking in confidence, but in the end she cleared her throat: "Anyway, I can do it."

"That's fine, you don't have to worry about me. He cries so much and I can hold back from beating him. This is my greatest kindness. There is no child I can spoil in my hands."

After getting down to business, she planned to help make dumplings together, but Ming Chunni wouldn't let her get started.

She had nothing to do, so she took Jiang Duo with her to paint with the three little ones.

It turns out that I just thought about it and drew a family portrait of their family of five.

Because coloring was troublesome, his little hands spent most of the day painting. He was just short of finishing the last few strokes, but the painting was ruined.

This is just a child. If it were an adult, Jiang Wanyi's beating today would be unavoidable.

Mingzhu sat aside and stared at the three cubs busying at the table. Suddenly, she realized that although the cub who asked to draw was thinking about it, Panpan seemed to be more talented.

He didn't even know how to hold a pen. Instead, he used a fist-holding technique to draw a small version of himself on the paper. The proportions were surprisingly good, and the outline was extremely smooth, almost in one go.

And think about it, although the painting is very serious, the head is big, the body is small, and the legs are a bit ridiculously long, which is better than being able to tell that it is a person.

She wanted to praise Panpan, but she didn't know if she liked painting more. If she praised Panpan in the wrong way, it would dampen the child's enthusiasm.

She rolled her eyebrows and asked, "What is your favorite thing to do, you three?"

Think about it and immediately raise your hands: "Mom, I like playing basketball."

Mingzhu was a little surprised: "Have you ever played basketball?"

"My uncle played basketball with us, which was a lot of fun. He even praised me for my athletic talent."

"Which uncle is so good that he actually takes my son to discover hobbies?"

Jiang Duo whispered: "Jiang Qi."

"Oh, cousin," she looked at it and thought about it before asking, "Don't you like painting?"

Think about it and shake your head: "I don't like painting, I like playing ball."

Mingzhu snickered. Fortunately, she didn't like it, so there was no need to embarrass her. She looked at Waiting again: "What about Waiting? What do you like?"

After thinking about it for a while, he said, "I don't even like it."

Pearl: ...

Are we the type of domineering CEO we brought from our mother's womb?

Is it too young to enter the industry?

Since she couldn't ask anything here, she had no choice but to look at Panpan again: "Where is Panpan?"

Panpan thought that her mother had just been cruel to her and would not be willing to talk to her. Unexpectedly, her mother would still talk to her.

He was actually a little happy in his heart, but his mother suddenly asked. He didn't think about it well, so he shook his head: "I don't know what I like."

Mingzhu pointed at the little man he drew: "I think you are very good at drawing. You see, the proportions of the figure and the drawn lines are very comfortable to look at."

Panpan, who was inexplicably praised, looked up at Mingzhu in surprise, and then looked at the little doll painted by him and his brothers.

The paintings I drew by myself seem to be really better looking than those painted by my two brothers.

He immediately said: "I like painting."

Mingzhu nodded: "Then work hard and paint well. Maybe we will have a little painter in our family in the future."

When it comes to praising someone, you can't be biased. After praising Panpan, she immediately looked at Jiang Duo and started praising him.

"Husband, look at the three little ones in our family. The eldest is very talented in sports, the second is very capable of logical thinking and understands things faster than others, and the third is talented in painting. Three children, really Each has his or her own strengths, and we are really lucky to have three such outstanding sons, right?"

Jiang Duo saw Mingzhu's little thoughts, and also knew that she always spared no effort to make people feel comfortable when it comes to complimenting others, so he naturally nodded in cooperation: "Yes."

The three children were coloring the little figures while each enjoying their own beauty.

Perhaps because they were in a good mood, they all ate a few more dumplings at noon, which made Fang Shuyu extremely happy.

After dinner, Jiang Duo will take Mingzhu to his grandfather's place for a lunch break.

As soon as the two of them left the gate, Qiao Bin drove Song Ke back.

When the car stopped, Song Ke calmly got out of the passenger seat. After saying hello to Jiang Duo and Mingzhu, he was about to turn back to say goodbye to Qiao Bin when he saw Qiao Bin also getting out.

She nodded to Qiao Bin, the expression on her face was very upright, even... a little serious: "Brother Qiao, I have caused trouble for you today."

Qiao Bin was a little restrained: "It's okay, you're welcome. If anything happens in the future, just ask the boss and sister-in-law to notify me at any time."

Song Ke nodded and said nothing.

Mingzhu looked at the atmosphere between the two people and thought something was wrong. When they left in the morning, weren't they both still feeling pink bubbles in their hearts?

Why is it that after being here all morning, I still... seem to be unfamiliar?

No, there are melons.