Chapter 179: Mobile small red envelope

"Brother, are you coming back?"
When I woke up in the afternoon, the first thing that the little buns opened their eyes was to care about his whereabouts. The person who didn’t know could have thought that he relied more on the old man. The person who knew him a little was only, he was simply remembering Ling Jingxuan’s promise. The roast duck that was packaged for him, woke up in the morning and a quarter of an hour, Ling Wen, who was burying his head in the room, smiled: "No, he wants to get a wedding book, but also buys a good service. It may be late to come back. You should go to wash it first. Face, maybe I will be back later."
"okay."
The two little buns, who were still confused, nodded cleverly. They climbed down from the bed and ran to the bathroom. Although they slept in the room early, during the nap, Ling Wen would take the initiative. Sleeping with my brother, sometimes my brother is swearing, and often rests in his house. The feelings of the two brothers are not broken because of the better family. Ling Wen is a good brother who will take care of his younger brother. Ling Wu is also The good-looking younger brother, the so-called brother and brother, Christine, said that they should be like them.
"The buckle knocked on the door suddenly, and Ling Wen turned his head. At the same time, Lingyun’s voice was heard outside: "The young master, the young master, are you awake?" The lady is asking you to go out and try on clothes.

The wedding was too hasty, Rao was a family, and there were inevitably omissions. When the room was set up in the morning and I saw two small buns crawling on the wedding bed, Ling Wang noticed that no clothes were prepared for them. Others don't care, the newcomer and the two children must be dressed in good clothes. No, Ling Jingpeng didn't sleep after eating a meal and drove the car to the town to buy them back.
"Okay, let's come right away."
Yang Sheng promised, Ling Wen is preparing to go to the bathroom to see his younger brother, but he saw that he was already full of energy, the little brothers looked at each other and smiled, holding hands to open the door, standing outside Lingyun saw that they also smiled softly. , like a big sister, holding their hands to the hall.
In the hall, the family all got up, Zhao Hanfufu came, and the iron dolls that had been stepping on them had already changed the big red brocade robes. It seemed cute to him.
"Xiao Wen Xiao Wu, you are coming to change the new clothes bought by San Shu, the red one is good."
Seeing them coming, the iron baby ran over in joy, because he is the son of Ling Jingxuan, so he also has a share of "iron baby, you look so good!"
Look at his dress, the little bun is unbridled, and he learns how to look like an adult. He stretches his hand and pinches his face. But there is a saying how to say it. The tiger is not a counter-dog. This action is done by him. Come out, not only does not have the natural favor of adults, but there is a kind of scorpion to adjust the sense of violation of the good woman and man.
"When the last time I was arguing that I wanted to marry his strict brother as a wife, now I am eating the tofu of my brother?"
The family couldn't help but smile again and again. Ling Jingpeng, who had always liked to vomit them, deliberately smiled. The little bun face was red, and he glanced at the strictness of lying next to him without any reason. He determined that he had nothing to say before he said: "Little Uncle Speaking, when do I eat iron baby tofu? I just boast that he looks good, isn’t it?

After finishing the little buns, he spoke to his tongue and made a face, strongly expressing his dissatisfaction.
"Well, you can't do it? As long as your strict brother will not misunderstand."
Ling Jingpeng smiled even more brilliantly, and there was no more fun than teasing buns.
"Yan brother, you will not miss it wrong?"
Rushed to the front of Chu Yan, the little buns grabbed his hand and asked, the eyes of the naked grievances, the bad little uncle, he is the way of learning to pinch the face of the iron baby, why do you want to talk about it?
"Yes, Xiaowu is a good brother who hurts his brother. I am very happy."
After sweeping the previous shackles, Chu Yan touched his face and said softly, he could not bear to be wronged by his brother, that is, he couldn’t make a joke.
"Well, Yan brother is the best."
Hearing the words, the little buns happily rushed to hug him, not forgetting the sorrowfulness of Ling Jingpeng’s swearing, and Ling Lingpeng was a little laughter. Ling Wen, who did not speak from beginning to end, went to Ling Wang. Pick up the clothes that are resting on her lap: "Milk, is this for us?"
They said it in the morning, they are married, they are also dressed as happy clothes, so for buying such gorgeous new clothes, he not only has no opinions, but is very happy, no more money than a family. Happiness is important.
"Well, I will try to see if I don't fit, and I don't fit in. Let the water Linger help you change it. You are really good. If you are a pro-family, you don't even have a preparation at home. In case you have forgotten something important." Adjustment?"
Speaking of this matter, Ling Wang's still can't help but resent the resentment, how big a matter of getting married, and Jing Xuan and Rui Rui are totally wrong.
"Because you know that you and your wife will help you, don't think about it, you are happy, you must be happy."
Decisive is the pro-son, Ling Wen dialect can help Ling Jingxuan to say good things, but also to appease Ling Wang, happy she praised him sensible.
"Xiaowu, let's change clothes."
Picking up their clothes and shoes, Ling Wen walked over and took up his brother's hand. Chu Yan also stood up: "I will help you, usually you have not made any hair, I will help you wear a golden crown."
"Women." The two buns should be in the same voice. Chu Yan turned back and nodded to others, and took them away from the hall. Looking at their backs, Ling Wang couldn’t help but smile: "If Xiaowu can be strict with him later, Brothers are also good together, you guys, Yan Geer hurts our children."
"Well, you are right, you don't have the happiness of your child."
Ling Chenglong couldn't help but happily nodded. On the other side, Ling Jinghan shimmered, and slowly put down the book on his hand: "How big is Xiaowu? You want to be too much."
If he did not guess wrong, Yan Geer is afraid to have a blood relationship with Xiaowu? Chu’s resignation and temperament are not something that ordinary people can have, plus Yan’s awe of Rui Ge and his doubts about the identity of Rui Ge. Maybe they are from the royal family, and he is against his own brother. I know that he knows it. I don’t want to tell them, I don’t want to let them fear. After all, they are all family members. On weekdays, they will see the county magistrates for a long time. If they know that there are several real royal members in the family, they will be scared to pee directly.
"Oh, I am only happy, I have forgotten that our family Xiaowu is only five years old next month."
After the words, Ling Wang’s eyes couldn’t help but slip through a sigh of sigh. In the blink of an eye, it’s been five years. Now that it’s been a long time, they almost forgot that those who were sad.
"But don't you, sister, brother-in-law, you are too anxious."
Wang Jinyu on the side couldn't help but agree. The sisters looked at each other and laughed. They estimated that they were too busy. Everything was always good, so that even the children's age was ignored.
"In other words, why didn't they come back to the big brother? It's all about the time."
I was afraid that their mother would think of the previous things. Ling Jingpeng’s unmoving transfer of the topic, the family’s sight could not help but turn to the door. Unfortunately, the direction of the gate was still quiet, and there was no such thing as Yan Ruirui Ling Jingxuan. Shadow track.
"There may be some delays, mother, you think about whether there is any invitation to forget to send, although the older brother said that it can be simple and simple, people who have a good relationship with our family still have to please, let us at least Let the big brother be happy to be married."
Ling Jinghan took a faint remark. The invitations of Zhang and Liu Baoren were sent by him and Jing Peng. The Wang family and the old Wang family were sent by Lao Zhou and Lao Song. At present, they only have these relatives and friends. .
"There is no other person. When Jingxuan comes back, ask him, see if you want to help us build the foreman. If they are not, how can they live in a new house so quickly?"
In this regard, she basically does not worry about it. It is counted as a few people. She is worried about those things that symbolize happiness.
"Well, Song Hao, tomorrow's banquet will bother you, try to make it better."
Nodded, Ling Jinghan turned to Song Yu’s body. This time, the big brother became a relative. They discussed it with Zhao Ge. They used the money to sell jam. When they gave him the gift money, they used it. Don't care, just hope that the wedding will be smooth and smooth. "Hey, the second man will be relieved, and it will be on me."
After staying at this house for a long time, Song Yu has become confident and confident. As long as they are not overstepped, the masters are generally not accountable. Many times they are like a family, not a descendant.
"Milk, milk, are you optimistic?"
During the speech, the small buns for changing clothes rolled in like a red whirlwind. On the weekdays, the hair of the ponytail was as tall as the scorpion. The first time I put on the golden crown, the comb was meticulous, and the white face was tender and tender. How cute it is, the red dress is more spiritual on his body, although the hem of the robe is somewhat wrinkled because of his rude running.
"Oh, good-looking, our family Xiaowu wears a good look."
Ling Wang’s eyes lit up, and he was so happy that he nodded. Ling Wen, who came in from behind, also walked up to her. Ling Wang’s touch, the pinch, the incomprehensible, the two look exactly the same. The little buns, it is difficult to distinguish who is who, now more like the same mold printed, if they are not a lively and active, an increasingly knowledgeable book, perhaps even Ling Wang will make a mistake.
"Hey, who are these little mobile red envelopes? It’s really fun to watch."
The door suddenly sounded Ling Jingxuan’s voice. The people turned around and saw that he walked in with Yan Ruirui. The two men also had a small burden on their hands. The two buns rushed back and hugged him to hug his legs: "Hey, you can come back, Xiaowu is worried about death."
Looking up, the small steamed buns spoiled, the big buns added to laugh and laugh: "Xiaowu is worried that you will not bring him roast duck."
"Haha."
"Hate, my brother bullied me!"
When the gods really make up the knife, the family laughs in the air, and Ling Wu is licking the small mouth and licking his feet. The little face is dizzy, and Ling Wen’s pet touches his head. The smile on his face is more and more brilliant. .
"Well, what do you want me to forget? Isn't it? Eat it at dinner."
Yang Yang Xuan handed the Ying Ling to the welcome, and led them to go in, and Yan Ruirui turned back to Ling Jingxuan's room to put their clothes.