Chapter 580 Group Wedding 8

This time, Lu Jiang understood what he meant.

He said this was his mother's pillow and he was not allowed to use it himself.

There is no other explanation except this one.

"What's wrong with your mother's pillow? Everything your mother owns is mine, so of course her pillow is mine too. I just want to use your mother's pillow. What can you, a little fat boy, do about it?" Lu Jiang instantly turned into a childish child. He turned sideways with his face facing Xi Bao, and just rested his head on the pillow without moving, as if looking at him and asking, "What can you do to me?"

Feng Qingxue shook her head and decided not to interfere in the affairs of the father and son. Before this, Lu Jiang had asked Xibao to wait!

Xibao suddenly became anxious and her face turned red.

He pushed and pushed Lu Jiang but couldn't move him. Suddenly he crawled back to where he had been sitting before, angrily grabbed the gun and pointed it at Lu Jiang's head.

He was standing, and his gun-holding posture was very standard. "Bad, biubiu!"

"You little bastard, you're pointing a gun at your dad again!" Lu Jiang stretched out his long arm and snatched the gun in his hand.

Looking down at her empty hands, and then at the gun in Lu Jiang's hand, Xi Bao burst into tears, tears and snot streaming down her face. She turned around and ran to Feng Qingxue who was sitting on the other side of the kang, "Gun! Gun! My gun! My gun!"

Even though he was crying so sadly, he did not forget to pull Feng Qingxue towards Lu Jiang, "You are bad! Beat me! Beat me!"

"Mom can't beat Dad." Feng Qingxue said.

Xi Bao stopped dead in her tracks. “Ah?”

Seeing his open-mouthed look, Feng Qingxue held back her laughter, nodded and said to him, "Yes, Dad is too bad, Mom can't beat him, and can't get the gun back, what should I do?"

"Fight!" said the little guy who couldn't think of a good strategy.

"We have to fight even if we can't win?"

"Hit!" The little guy was very determined.

"Okay, we have to fight even if we can't beat you. Come on, let's do a mother-son double play!" Feng Qingxue said as she took the gun back. The little guy instantly jumped for joy on the spot.

"Gun! Gun! My gun!" Holding the gun, he smiled and pointed it at Lu Jiang again with a proud look, "biubiu!"

Lu Jiang glared with a fierce look.

The little guy jumped into Feng Qingxue's arms nimbly, pointing his finger at Lu Jiang, with an accusing look on his face, "Bad!"

Feng Qingxue laughed and said, "Yes, Dad is bad, we don't play with him!"

"Um!"

"Bullshit!" Lu Jiang blurted out without any of his wife's concerns.

The little guy immediately replied: "Huh!"

She turned her head away, buried her face in her mother's arms, and arched her back, making Lu Jiang's eyes blaze with anger.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Alright, alright, you're already a grown-up, why are you arguing with a child? Are you a child? If Xi Bao is sensible, he's not a child anymore." Feng Qingxue put Xi Bao next to him, "You two go and fight, and see who wins in the end. I don't care. I have to go pack my things to see if there's anything I can use as a wedding gift."

Lu Jiang and Xi Bao stared at each other and turned their heads away at the same time, "Humph!"

Exactly the same!

Feng Qingxue let it go and sat on the edge of the kang to think for a long time, but she couldn't think of anything suitable to give them. She didn't bring all her belongings with her, so who wouldn't be suspicious of so many gifts in a row? Moreover, fifteen couples were getting married together, and giving gifts to the couple she introduced but not to others would definitely make others look unhappy.

Among this group of people getting married, the highest-ranking one is the army chief of staff, 43-year-old Zhu Xiu, who is a rough and unrestrained man from Northeast China. His partner is Shi Honghong from the art troupe, who is beautiful and young, only 23 years old.

(End of this chapter)