After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

As soon as Fu Yuan finished speaking, he saw someone standing beside Jiang Meng.

The man looked young, but he looked very strange, he probably had never seen him before.

The most important thing is that he and Jiang Meng's posture is a little too close, it doesn't look like they just met each other.

Who is this? The old couple have been together for so long, yet they still have a social circle that hasn't merged? !

Fu Yuan put down the plastic bucket in his hand, and rushed to Jiang Meng's side, holding her hand.

Han Qi watched Fu Yuan approaching, and leaned aside in a very sensible way.

Now that Fu Yuan is here, he should be able to stop Jiang Meng a little bit, right?

No matter how bad it is, let her calm down a little bit, that can always be done, right?

It's a pity that the development of things seems to be different from what Han Qi thought.

As soon as Fu Yuan approached, he saw the broom handle in Jiang Meng's hand, "Why are you holding this thing?"

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand as if pulling the handle of the broom out of Jiang Meng's hand. Unexpectedly, there was no twitch. Jiang Meng's grip was so tight that he didn't mean to let him hold it at all.

"Don't move." Jiang Meng waved away Fu Yuan's hand that was about to reach out to take the broom handle away: "This is what I want to use to beat your son."

"Beat your son, how can you beat your son?" After hearing Jiang Meng's words, Fu Yuan's tone suddenly became agitated.

On the contrary, Han Qi, who had been standing on the sidelines watching the situation, was relieved. It seemed that Fu Yuan should be able to stop Jiang Meng, so it would be fine, so he didn't have to worry about it.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yuan didn't want to stop him at all: "What if you get tired if you do it, I have great strength, so let me do it."

He didn't ask Jiang Meng why he wanted to beat his son at all, and he didn't mean to stop him at all. He just thought it might be better to do it himself.

After these words, Fu Yuanke finally got the broomstick from Jiang Meng.

Because it is hollow, it is very light. Fu Yuan weighed it in his hand, and frowned: "It's a bit light, and it doesn't feel good in the hand."

Han Qi glanced at the handle. Although it was hollow, it was as thick as two fingers. If it was solid, would it be okay?

But Fu Yuan didn't immediately follow Jiang Meng's wishes, and now he has a more important question to ask.

"Wife, who is this?" Fu Yuan pointed to Han Qi carefully.

"Your son's partner." Jiang Mengbai glanced at him and said angrily.

She was still angry, let alone Fu Juntong, Fu Yuan was enough to make her angry, she told him to go fishing, don't come to him if he didn't catch enough, but how long did it take to catch enough?

Eighty percent of them bought other people's catches, or they took Lao Wang's money to make up for it, just to come early and get enough.

Why didn't I see him so clingy when I was working in the company before.

"Subject? Is it the one you mentioned on the phone call before? Did you catch up?" Fu Yuan suddenly thought of the previous summary given in the phone call a few months ago.

"When did you know it all? Why didn't I know?" Fu Yuan suddenly realized the problem: "Okay, are you all hiding it from me?"

"What are you thinking about!" Jiang Meng stood a little tired, dragged Han Qi to the sofa and continued to sit down: "I only met yesterday."

Han Qi nodded to support Jiang Meng's statement.

"Isn't that a good thing? Why beat him?" Fu Yuan couldn't figure it out. When Fu Juntong was not looking for a partner, Jiang Meng kept talking about why his son was still single at such an age, and there would be no problems. Well, shouldn't you be happy if you found it now?

It's okay if you don't mention it, Jiang Meng will get angry when you mention it: "What a good thing, your son is so old, he is 27 or [-] years old, and he is only [-]/[-] years old. He can do it, you say it is not Should I fight?"

Fu Yuan rubbed his nose. There was no reason for him to attack his son. After all, he was several years behind Jiang Meng, and he was an old cow eating tender grass back then.

This can only be called, a tiger father has no dogs.

Fu Yuan put down the broomstick in his hand, and sat next to Jiang Meng with a shy face.

After Jiang Meng finished speaking, he also realized that Fu Yuan had no right to beat his son, and he did that at the beginning. The two of them, father and son, were really upright and crooked.

Jiang Meng pushed Fu Yuan like he pushed Fu Juntong before: "Okay, okay, don't stick it here, didn't you say you want to be a fish? Go to the kitchen and accompany your son."

Fu Yuan didn't want to go to the kitchen to accompany Fu Juntong, he just came here now to bring his wife home to live in the world of two people.

But looking at Jiang Meng's eyes and attitude now, it seems that his idea can't be realized.

"Wait for me, I'll be quick." Fu Yuan gave them a steady look, then picked up the red plastic bucket he brought, and went straight to the kitchen.

He can still understand that he can go home earlier if he finishes cooking and eats earlier.

Although Han Qi didn't know what happened in the conversation between the two of them, but since he had stopped thinking about hitting Fu Juntong, the result was good.

Then it will be fine.

"Leave them alone." Jiang Meng was well versed in the secret technique of changing faces. When facing Han Qi, he had a totally different attitude from what he said to Fu Yuan.

She smiled at Han Qi, and said in a soft voice, "Don't worry about the two of them, you'll know after a long time of contact, they can't be used to it, just be a bit fierce, otherwise they will definitely be bullied."

That's true, Han Qi nodded thoughtfully, and he also realized that every time there was something, even if he took advantage of it at the beginning, he would sometimes be bypassed by Fu Juntong inexplicably.

What's worse, he couldn't react at all at the beginning, and it was too late to react afterwards.

However, although Fu Juntong often tricked him, he still wanted to defend Fu Juntong: "Actually, it's okay. Brother Fu is really good. After I'm with him, he's the one who takes care of me. He won't bully me." mine."

Jiang Meng originally wanted to mention Han Qi a little bit, but he didn't expect to hear what he said.

She thought about Fu Juntong's temper on weekdays, then looked at the serious young man in front of her, and couldn't help but reached out and touched his head: "You are a good boy."

Han Qi lowered his head and smiled in embarrassment. He followed Jiang Meng's movements and stroked his hair: "You, like Brother Fu, like to touch my hair."

Han Qi paused, a little shy: "I like it very much."

He doesn't hate being touched on the head, it can even be said that he likes it, because in his childhood cognition, this gesture is usually a way of expressing love, but he has never felt this emotion since he was a child.

Jiang Meng didn't know about Han Qi's experience, but felt that the mood of the person in front of him suddenly became a little depressed.

But I don’t know why, so it’s hard to get to the bottom of it, so I have to say something to adjust the atmosphere:

"It's right that they are the same. I have the same vision and aesthetics as him, so it should be."

After all, it's not something very obsessed with. What's more, he has already had this emotional injection, so Han Qi's emotions come and go quickly, and soon he regained his original good mood. .

Jiang Meng loved to travel around when he was young. After Fu Juntong took over the company two years ago, he basically spent half a year outside.

The more knowledge I have, the wider my vision is, and the more lifelike I can describe things.She is a writer, and even the organization of verbal language is extraordinarily vivid.

This kind of communication style of listening to other people's stories happened to be Han Qi's favorite.

One loves to talk, the other loves to listen, and they hit it off.

So when Fu Juntong and his father came out of the kitchen after quickly preparing the noon dishes, what they saw was this:

Jiang Meng and Han Qi were sitting face to face, Jiang Meng was unilaterally talking about it, while Han Qi was listening very carefully, and would raise some small points and questions from time to time. The atmosphere between the two became more and more harmonious.

The two of them were so happy that when Jiang Meng saw them coming out, he still seemed a little unsatisfied.

She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall: "It's only ten o'clock, why is it so fast?"

Who eats lunch so early.

Fu Juntong rubbed his nose and thought to himself, you drove me to cook at eight o'clock, and you drove my dad in after a while.

Although there are more people, the dishes should be more generous, but after all, there are only four people, which is barely four and a half, no matter how rich it is, it will not be so rich.

The two of them have been busy for almost two hours, and the meal for the four of them has to be cooked with their eyes closed.

Fu Jun has nothing to say, and at this time the benefits of rich experience appeared. After Fu Yuan put the dishes away without changing his face, he walked directly to Jiang Meng: "It's not that you woke up early today and ate early. , I'm afraid you're hungry."

"Ten o'clock is early, but the sooner the fresh fish is cooked, the tastier it is."

That's right, since he said so, let's eat as soon as possible.

Fu Yuan gave Jiang Meng a hand and winked at his son standing behind him.

Learn.

Fu Juntong nodded, but on the surface he didn't seem to care.

Han Qi is much easier to talk to than Jiang Meng, so he doesn't need to use this.

But even though he thought so, Fu Juntong still took Fu Yuan's words into his heart.

After all, there is no harm in learning a little more, as there will always be times when it will come in handy.

Because there are only four people eating, although there are many dishes, the portions are not very large.

Han Qi only knew that Fu Juntong was good at cooking, but after eating it today, he suddenly realized that Fu Yuan's cooking skills were not too good.

In addition, the ingredients are really delicious. Wild fish is indeed more delicious than ordinary fish. Han Qi also likes to eat fish. Before he knew it, he ate more than half of the fish on the table.

"Xiao Qi has a good appetite!" Jiang Meng smiled and handed over the fish meat that had already been picked out. She thought Han Qi was slender and should be a child with a poor appetite, but she didn't expect it to be unexpectedly good.

Jiang Meng handed it over, and Han Qi didn't refuse. After all, there were too many declines, and it seemed unfamiliar.

After he swallowed the food in his mouth, he said: "I have a good appetite recently, but the main thing is that the food is delicious! Uncle, you are really good at cooking."

After staying with Fu Juntong for a long time, Han Qi's character became obviously lively, and his mouth became sweeter and sweeter.

Hearing what he said, Fu Yuan glanced at him with a smile on his face, thinking that he could give him a plate of the fish he picked for Jiang Meng.

Fu Yuan is happy, but Fu Juntong is not too happy, he is the main force in the kitchen, why doesn't Han Qi praise him?

As soon as this idea came up, Fu Juntong felt Han Qi's hand secretly touching him. He lowered his head and saw Han Qi facing him. Fu Juntong made a mouth shape:

You are the best.

Fu Juntong immediately felt refreshed.

He knew that Han Qi only praised Fu Yuan in front of Fu Yuan. In his heart, he must still be the best!

When Fu Juntong was in a good mood, he became more considerate when serving food to Han Qi, even pigs wouldn't feed him like that.

Han Qi's eating speed couldn't keep up with Fu Juntong's speed at picking up vegetables. It wasn't until he couldn't fit in the bowl that he stared at him several times in a row, which made Fu Juntong stop.

Jiang Meng and Fu Yuan looked at each other, but smiled and said nothing.

Although the eyebrows and eye lawsuits between them were touched quietly, but after all, sitting at the same table to eat, there is nothing that can't be seen.

It's just that they are so affectionate, as elders, sometimes it's better not to have too sharp eyes.

Satisfied, Han Qi patted his belly in satisfaction and leaned back on the back of the chair.

As usual, Fu Juntong subconsciously put his hand on Han Qi's lower abdomen.

It's been more than two months, and I haven't shown my pregnancy yet, but the muscle lines of my abdomen seem to have quietly changed a little.

He was so used to this action that both of them forgot that there were two elders sitting across from him.

Fu Yuan poked Jiang Meng: "Why does our son act like I touched you when you were pregnant?"

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