"Where is it? Where is it? Let your mom see it too!"

Old Zhou, who had been calm and composed among his sons, suddenly stiffened.

Qiao Yu and the little goldfish were already discussing a photo with great interest.

Little Goldfish: "Thick eyebrows and big eyes."

Qiao Yu: "Nonsense, I have sword-like eyebrows and deep eyes."

The little goldfish was surprised at her mother's vocabulary, and nodded with an expression that she had learned something. She continued, "She has a nice face shape."

Qiao Yu: "The edges and corners are clear."

"Lots of hair."

"Thick hair."

"That……"

Lao Zhou snatched the photo from the mother and daughter.

Old Zhou had no expression and glanced at Qiao Yu. After a moment of guilt, Qiao Yu…

Um?!

Why does she feel guilty? !

Isn't it just to look at a few more handsome guys?

Even though Lao Zhou looks handsome, he is still old and bacon, and he is not as delicious as these young and fresh meats!

Besides, she was just appreciating! Appreciation without any lust. This was like choosing a husband for her goddaughter, which was equivalent to choosing a companion for the younger generation. Why should she feel guilty?

Thinking of this, his anger instantly rose and he glared back.

Lao Zhou retracted his gaze and looked at the photo. "Let me see it too."

Wang Zhaodi hesitated for a moment, then heard Lao Zhou say, "Men look at other men more directly and know what kind of person they are."

Lao Zhou: "No, my nose is not good."

He is not good at judging people, and has never belittled anyone, but there are exceptions.

When Zhou Wu saw that his father had already stepped in, why should he bother about his shoulder pain?

After being pushed by Zhou Wen and Dawei, he also moved in front of the photo.

Zhou Wu began to comment: "No, this person is not good at first glance. There are too many moles on his face. He is not the type that will be attractive for the eyes. If you live with someone, your face must be attractive for the eyes, otherwise you will get bored with it after a long time..."

After talking for a while, he felt the surroundings became terribly quiet. The moment he raised his head, the eyes around him were all ambiguous.

Only Chen Shuhui was too embarrassed to look at him.

Zhou Wu, who was originally as calm and composed as his biological father, had a red fever spreading from his feet to his head, like a steam train starting up with a whirring sound, and even emitting smoke!

He threw the photo into Zhou Ze'an's arms and banged his head against the wall!

Boom——

Too loud.

Qiao Yu started to crack melon seeds and thought to himself that this kid must have a head made of iron.

Zhou Wu endured the pain in his shoulder and head, and after vaguely seeing that there was a white wall in front of him, he touched it to confirm it before rushing towards the door.

Where's the door? Where's the door? Oh -

There it is!

Again, boom——

He only saw the door and didn't realize it was closed!

He quickly opened the door, then rushed out of the yard and into the sky.

Not far away, I heard a burst of laughter, big and small, led by my mother!

It's so embarrassing.

Qiao Yu laughed until tears came out of his eyes, then he held Wang Zhaodi's hand and said, "Sister Wang, what did I say? Although I have traveled a lot, I am familiar with children's tempers, right? I said that this child has not yet come to his senses and does not understand these things, but he is definitely interested in Shuhui!

Isn't it that, after a little stimulation, the secret is revealed immediately? "

Wang Zhaodi was also relieved. The absence of a main character did not prevent her from discussing the betrothal gifts and dowry with Qiao Yu.

Wang Zhaodi was a girl herself, so she understood the difficulties of being a girl in that era, so she treated her family like a good girl since she was young, especially Shuhui.

With Liu Yan as a reference, Wang Zhaodi naturally didn't want to have a small dowry and let her be looked down upon by her in-laws. Although she also knew that Qiao Mei was not that kind of person.

After the two sides negotiated, the ceremony was just like Zhou Jun's wedding, except that there was one less yard.

Qiao Yu had already figured out how to make things right with this matter.

"He's a military kid. His father received more pension than Zhou Wen and Zhou Wu, so he could buy a yard..."

Wang Zhaodi raised her hand, "That's enough, Qiao Mei, why do you need to say so much? I like you, and my Shuhui likes your Zhou Wu, that's enough."

They are all open-minded people and understand each other's underlying meaning.

When you marry a daughter of a noble family, you are not marrying a person, but a family, in which the mother-in-law plays a crucial role.

As soon as Zhou Wu's matter was finalized, Qiao Yu was in trouble at night.

In the past, no matter how long she went out for fun, it was never this exciting. It was only when she mentioned her late husband that he got angry.

Roar, this time Lao Zhou started whispering in my ear before I even said a word.

Like a wild wolf, he forced her to answer: "Do you think I'm too old? The guy in the photo is young? Don't call me Lao Zhou from now on!"

“Okay, okay… um!”

This is shit!

It's Chinese New Year, and all my children and grandchildren are here! The room is not soundproof!

She's almost lost all her face!

Fortunately, she and Lao Zhou lived in the innermost room, next to Zhou's mother.

As an elder, Zhou's mother is an experienced person... As long as they don't wake up the two little ancestors, it's none of her business what the younger son and daughter-in-law do.

Liu Yan couldn't sleep either.

There was a child in the middle. Just as she was about to turn over, an arm reached over the child and covered her.

The other party exerted force, and she quickly pushed his hand away, "The child is here."

Although the child was in the same room before, he had a small bed. But after Liu Yan finished her confinement, the couple could no longer control their sexual intercourse.

Zhou Jun: "It's okay, she's still young and doesn't know what we are doing. Don't be shy."

"Who is shy..."

Zhou Jun stepped over the child and flipped over Liu Yan, saying, "You are really shy, you can keep your voice down. Or, if you can't control your confusion, I can cover your mouth for you."

Liu Yan blushed, "Shame on you!"

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"Why bother with shame? My wife is the most important thing."

Zhou Jun before marriage: It doesn’t matter, anyone is fine, just make do with it.

Zhou Jun after marriage: My wife smells so good! My wife, come again!

Finally, tears welled up in Liu Yan's eyes, and she kept muttering to herself: No cook is a good person!

After panting, she said irritably, "It's all your fault. My whole body is sticky. How can I sleep?"

"Wait a minute."

Zhou Jun put on his clothes and ran into Zhou Ze'an who was also leaving the room.

The father and son looked at each other silently, then tacitly went to the shelf next to the faucet in the yard, found their respective enamel basins and towels, and finally returned to the room.

There was a kettle of hot water in both his and his father's room. At first he didn't understand what his father meant by bringing him the kettle.

He doesn't have the habit of getting up at night to drink water.

Now, I understand.

He poured hot water from the kettle and tried to wipe Liu Yan with a towel.

Liu Yan endured the pain in her waist and abdomen, stood up and said, "I'll do it myself..."

Zhou Junyi refused righteously: "I did it, so I have to help you clean it up."

"..." Don't think I didn't see the eagerness in your eyes!

Liu Yan couldn't grab him, so she had to turn her head away, unwilling to look at him even more!

It is clear that Brother Zhou Jun was an honest and serious person before his marriage. How come he became so unserious?

Hearing his heavy breathing, Liu Yan grabbed his wrist.

His wrist was too thick, and her palm and joints were too small, so she couldn't cover it at all, and she looked particularly weak.

She didn't have the energy to resist, and even her words of refusal sounded weak and it didn't seem like a refusal, but rather like she was willing to accept.

“No, no more…”

Zhou Jun's Adam's apple moved, and he said, "Be good, you don't have to move."

Throw the towel into the enamel basin.

After one night.

The water in the basin was chill.

When the sky was white, Zhou Jun opened the window and poured cold water outside. Fearing that the cold wind would rush into the room, he quickly closed the window, drew the curtain, poured a basin of warm water, and wiped her.