Murong Rong picked up her son. After not seeing him for a while, he was much heavier and she could hardly hold him anymore.
"Yuan'er, mom is not at home, are you obedient? Have you listened to grandma?"
Murong Rong asked her son to sit on her lap, took the clothes from the servant and put them on for him.
"Yes." Yinyuan nodded heavily, raised his face, and smiled at Murong Rong, "Mom, will we all live here in the future?"
Murong Rong pinched his fleshy face, which was as chubby as a dough ball, "Of course, this will be Yuan'er's home from now on. Yuan'er, do you like this home?"
Yinyuan nodded again, "I like grandma. Grandma is so smart. No matter what I ask, grandma knows everything. I also like Uncle Dantoni. Uncle knows everything. I want Uncle Dantoni to teach me Taekwondo and Jeet Kune Do.
, and also boxing and leg training..."
Murong Rong was a little dizzy, "Baby, why do you want to learn so much about martial arts?"
Yinyuan clenched his two small fists and punched the air several times, "I want to defeat dad!"
Murong Rong was surprised and happy. He was finally willing to call Yinzai daddy? "Yuan'er, why do you want to defeat daddy?"
"He said that if I can't defeat him, he will bully you. Mom, don't worry, I will protect you. I will practice to be as powerful as Bruce Lee and beat him to the ground!"
Murong Rong was ashamed, what were the father and son doing?
After taking his son to wash up, Murong Rong hugged him and went to say hello to Mrs. Yin.
Jiang Min just woke up and saw his daughter-in-law and grandson. His smile spread, "I'm tired of holding him all the time. Let him go on his own."
Murong Rong smiled and replied, "It's okay."
Mother and son have always been together since childhood. Every time they see their son, Murong Rong always hugs him and refuses to let go. No matter how hard he hugs him, he is reluctant to let go.
Jiang Mingming sat in front of the mirror. Zhiqiu took a comb and combed Jiang Mingming's hair neatly.
Jiang Minmin is a very particular woman who lives a very exquisite life. Whether it is clothes, makeup, or hairstyle, they are all extremely elegant, and she exudes the spirit of everyone inside and outside.
Murong Rong put Yinyuan down and went over to take Zhiqiu's jade comb, "I'll do it."
Murong had studied camouflage and was an expert at combing and styling hair. He took a comb and combed it up in an orderly manner.
Jiang Minmin was at the dressing table choosing which color of nail polish to use today, "What hairstyle are you going to give me?"
"The whole family is here today, and they are in a friendly manner. You don't need to be too serious, just wear your hair in a casual bun at home."
"It's up to you." Jiang Min nodded with a smile and picked a light-colored nail polish.
Zhiqiu took it, sat on the side, and smeared it on Jiang Minming's fingers.
Jiang Min turned his head sideways and winked at the servant waiting next to him.
The servant understood and carried Yinyuan out.
"I heard that you were injured a few days ago, but are you feeling better?"
"much better."
"I took Yuan'er to play in the villa on the beach those days. I didn't know about it until I came back. I wanted to visit you. Yinzai said you were discharged from the hospital."
"Mom, Yuan'er has worked hard for you. Thank you for taking care of him all the time." Murong Rong was sincerely grateful to Jiang Mingming. Seeing that her son was healthier and livelier than before, with more smiles, Jiang Mingming took care of Yuan'er much better than she did.
Already.
Jiang Xin smiled and said, "As a family, what can I say thanks? I am an old woman, and I have a little grandson here, so I am not so lonely. Raising children and grandchildren is a joy even if it is hard work."
While talking, Murong arranged a beautiful and rich bun, and then decorated the bun with a golden phoenix spreading its wings.
The beauty of the beautiful woman in the mirror remains the same as before, but the years of experience have made her a little more graceful and luxurious.
She doesn't look like a grandmother at all, but more like a beautiful young mother.
Jiang Minmin looked around in the mirror and couldn't help but nod: "Yes, it looks pretty. Zhiqiu, from now on you can also put my hair in a bun like this."
"Yes, old lady."
Murong Rong took a pair of jade earrings in front of the dressing table, put them on Jiang Minmin, and asked: "Mom, do you know a Ye Ling woman?"
"Ye Ling? Never heard of it, what's wrong?"
"She wants to kill you."
"Oh, is this happening? What does she look like and how old is she?"
"She looks like she is in her mid-twenties. She takes good care of herself. She is probably more than thirty years old." Murong Rong took out Ye Ling's photo from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Minmin.
Jiang Ming stared at it for a while, then shook his head, "I don't know him."