Chapter 849 (1/2)

The three looked at Jian Rui who turned and left, looked at each other, and couldn't help laughing.

Jian Haixi shook his head funny and said, ”Ruirui will be spoiled by you sooner or later.”

There are Jian Yi and Mo Tong around. They just spoil them. There are also JOJO who are not around. This is not counting the elders of both sides. If they add up, Jian Rui can really be thousands of favorites. It's no exaggeration to combine them.

Mo Tong looked at Jian Haixi and kindly reminded him, ”Mom, if she is spoiled, you can be regarded as one of the 'accomplices'.”

Jian Haixi always dotes on them. To be honest, I'm afraid Jian Rui's position in a group of children is slightly lower than that of being spoiled.

So if you really want to worry about Jian Rui being spoiled, I'm afraid before that, other children have begun to fly freely in the sky.

Ning Jiwei, who pinched a rose and was looking at it carefully in his hand, didn't say a word about it. He only raised his eyebrows slightly and asked faintly, ”my daughter of Ning Jiwei should have been spoiled. Shouldn't it be normal to spoil heaven?”

Jian Haixi was stunned. She could take this for granted. She had only seen Ning Jiwei in her life. She couldn't help sighing in her heart, but forgot that the man in front of her was still a real daughter slave.

It's OK to talk to Ning Jiwei about other things, but once it comes to the topic of his daughter, the man can't keep his head. Jian Haixi thought she should interrupt the topic wisely, so she stuffed a bottle of flowers into Ning Jiwei's hand and instructed him to help put it on the shoe cabinet.

Ning Jiwei naturally readily agreed and turned around to carry the vase.

Mo Tong looked at the manager here and said, ”I'd better go.”

He took the one in Ning Jiwei's hand, held another bottle in his arms and looked at Jian Haixi: ”Mom, where's the other bottle?”

Jian Haixi glanced at the living room, on the windowsill and on the tea table. He glanced at the stairs and said, ”put it at the corner of the stairs, and finally leave one on the table.”

Mo Tong nodded, holding two bottles of flowers and two people: ”then I put the flowers upstairs first. Grandpa and uncle grandpa said they would take us to practice calligraphy later.”

Ning Jiwei nodded. Compared with Jian Yi's black belly and Jian Rui's naughty, Mo Tong's child is really a little too easy. No wonder Jian Haixi loves him so much. Even in order to raise him, he completely gave up his plan to have another child.

After dealing with the last bunch of flowers, Jian Haixi looked at the extra red at home and nodded slightly: ”it's really time to add more flowers at home. It's much more lively.”

”Wife, how do I think you're implying me that you usually spend less?” Ning Jiwei smiled and leaned forward to pull her hand.

Jian Haixi unconsciously smiled at Ning Jiwei's ”romantic” deeds in the past two years.

Seeing her smile and the cunning in her eyes, Ning Jiwei naturally guessed what she thought. His face changed slightly and said, ”forget it, you'd better stop talking.”

”Ah, you don't want to hear?” Jian Haixi smiled playfully. ”Husband, you send a lot of flowers, but most of the time, they either take Xiaomian to make a manual wreath, or aunt LAN borrowed it to make cakes. Occasionally, survivors can put it at home like this. It must be incomplete in less than two days, and ah... Oh!”

Before the words were finished, the lip flap had been sealed tightly.

Ning Jiwei let go of her only when he had enough punishment. He gasped: ”do you dare to make fun of your husband?”

”I... that's not a joke,” argued Jane Haixi. ”And I prefer my husband's pragmatism like you to illusory romance.”