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Chapter 1735

Jiang Chenshao quickly glanced at the bread and eggs on his wife's legs. He held the eggs in one hand, rolled and knocked on his steering wheel for a week, smashed the egg skin, and then handed it to his wife, "Take the garbage to my cup of torrent when you get off the car, I'll throw it away. You peel it and eat it first, eat it, and then get angry with me."

Gu Nuanxi pouted, took it, untied the egg skin by herself, took the paper and put the egg skin by the paper, and then placed the garbage wrapped in the paper in her husband's usual water cup.

"I don't want to eat egg yolks."

Mr. Jiang: "I'll eat it for you."

Gu Nuanxi broke open the eggs and reached out to feed her husband who was driving, and fed the egg yolks to her husband who was driving. She ate the egg whites with her two bites.

Jiang Chenshao carefully coaxed his wife and asked, "What do you want to eat at noon? I'll ask the servant to send it to you."

"Just as long as I order takeout."

"It's normal to eat something, don't always eat spicy hot pot, stir-fried instant noodles, fried chicken chops, burgers..."

Gu Nuanxi closed her ears and refused to listen.

It is still a short distance from the postgraduate entrance examination institution. Jiang Chenshao parked the car on the side of the road as before. Seeing his wife getting off with her schoolbag on her back, Mr. Jiang was worried and told me, "Cross the road slowly. Send me a message when I arrive. Don't panic in class, eat well and drink more water. In the morning, I will give you the fruit in your schoolbag, which has been washed..."

"I know, I know, you are my husband, not my parents." Gu Nuanxi became impatient again.

Sure enough, the girls during their studies were all irritable dinosaurs.

Mr. Jiang didn't dare to have any temper.

He didn't know how he, a person who had always lost his temper at others, got married and became quarreled by his little wife.

Looking at her crossing the street and watching her running on the zebra crossing, Jiang Chenshao's heart was held, and he didn't know what he was nervous about.

It was not until it disappeared and Jiang Chenshao stopped for another five minutes before turning around and hurried back. He sent Dabao to school. There was a sleeping baby in his bedroom. The servant didn't dare to go to his bedroom. He didn't roll around by himself when his son woke up, and he would roll off the bed.

On the way home, Jiang Chenshao looked at the big truck delivering goods on the street early in the morning, outsourcing the advertisement of milk.

Jiang Chenshao suddenly thought of something, and suddenly turned around on the way home, and arrived at the supermarket open on the roadside. Jiang Chenshao entered, pointed to a box of pure milk and said, "Buy two boxes."

When Jiang Chenshao got home, he carried two boxes of pure milk. Jiang Chenfeng just got up. When he saw it, he asked: "Chenshao, who did you buy these two boxes of pure milk?"

"Let Xiaonuan drink it." Jiang Chenshao handed the milk to the servant, and then explained to the elder brother, "Xiaonuan doesn't have a good meal when she wakes up in the morning, and she shouts every day that she doesn't have enough time and cannot keep up with her nutrition. Every morning, she asks the servant to heat her a bottle of pure milk for her and drink it on the way."

The servant also took the opportunity to understand and quickly put the milk back to the kitchen.

Jiang Chenshao rushed upstairs again, "I don't know if Shan Jun woke up, so he blocked the pillows on both sides of him, but now he has grown his skills and will climb over."

When he arrived at the bedroom, the little guy was still stuck between his parents' pillows and he was sleeping well. Perhaps, the pillow had the smell of his parents, so he still slept very comfortably.

At around eight o'clock, a certain boy was awakened by his father before he woke up, and Ning'er also came out of the bedroom.

"Good morning, uncle."

Jiang Chenshao went downstairs with a little meat bun that had just been coaxed in one hand. His father held one of his son's small meat legs in his big hand. The little guy was holding a milk pot and drinking milk. His parents took care of their children and could tell the difference when washing their faces.
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