¡°Don¡¯t call me mom, I¡¯m not your mom!¡± He sat directly on the sofa on the other side.
Ms. Su Luoyun's reaction at this time was all expected. Su Zhixiao and Ji's father looked at each other and both shrugged.
Afterwards, he reached his mother¡¯s side and cuddled up to her like a baby:
"Mom~"
The more you shout, the softer your heart becomes.
What else can Su Luoyun do?
You can¡¯t throw your daughter out of the house again after finally coming home, right?
"Get off! Don't pull me!"
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???????????????????????????????????????? Mother and daughter, two biologically close relatives, how could they not understand each other¡¯s temperament after so many years?
I know my mother is so tight on her lips that she won¡¯t let go:
"Mom, don't be angry."
It¡¯s been so many years, hasn¡¯t it?
¡°Moreover, before looking at it, it was clear that Ms. Su took the initiative to cook hangover soup for someone!
etc!
"Where is my son?"
Even a certain drunkard is here, why isn¡¯t my dear son?
The arm was pinched instantly:
"You're just thinking about the child now? Tell me, how do you usually act as a mother? Why are you so irresponsible? Did your Uncle Ji and I bring you up so irresponsibly?"
That¡¯s absolutely not the case!
Ji Zhengguo treats his daughter in such a way that he would hold her in his mouth for fear of melting and hold it in his hands for fear of falling.
and Ms. Su Luoyun, the old couple are typical tiger mothers and cat fathers!
Finally, Father Ji spoke:
"Porridge is sleeping in our house."
Forehead.
"My brother isn't here?"
Father Ji: "Your brother is still outside with his friends."
It was someone who finally finished the large bowl of hangover soup leisurely and choked on the last mouthful.
"Oh, are you okay?" Father Ji's face was full of worry, and he handed a tissue to his son-in-law.
After drinking a large bowl of hangover soup, you will be completely sober from the alcohol, except that your body may not have recovered yet.
"It's okay, Uncle Ji, I accidentally choked."
Even Ms. Su Luoyun, who was angry just now, ran to her son-in-law.
"After you drink the hangover soup, go back to your room and sleep for a while. What are you doing here, stinky girl? Help me back to your room!"
What?
"No! He drank so much and his body smells like alcohol Why don't you help my brother to his room!"
"A dead Taoist friend will not die as a poor Taoist!"
Isn¡¯t my brother just here to trick you?
I¡¯m so disgusted!
However, he almost got hit again by Ms. Su Luoyun¡¯s Nine Yin White Bone Claw.
¡°Su Zhixiao, are you looking for a fight?
hurry up! "
"This is your husband. If he doesn't go back to his parents' house, where will he sleep in your house?"
Still don¡¯t like the smell of alcohol?
It looks like it¡¯s pretending.
"It's a pity that you are the one who moves your toes, and your mother knows it all!"
So, don¡¯t even think about struggling!
A minute later, someone was helped into the room.
When you enter the door, what comes to your face is a strong sense of girlishness!
The walls are pink.
Sheets and quilt covers, pink.
Even the wardrobe is pink and white.
Sweat
This was all decorated more than ten years ago, okay?
More than ten years ago, when Su Zhixiao was just a little older, at that age, of course she liked pink, something girlish. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com