afternoon.

Zhan Hanjue and Zheng Ling did something very meaningful.

Lord Zhanhan chose beautiful names for the girls in the Military Intelligence Hall, but he was not sure whether these children would stay with them for a long time, so these names were sealed for the time being.

He and Yan Zheng also moved out the jade and decided to polish their own jade necklaces with special commemorative significance for the children.

Zheng Ling and Feng Xian were sitting on the sofa, turning on their mobile phones, and buying clothes and daily necessities for their children that were suitable for their age.

Zhan Hanjue was afraid that Zheng Ling would catch the cold, so he ordered Yan Zheng, "Get them a quilt."

Yan Zheng stood up and walked to the bedroom, but he kept talking, "Women in other families can go to the hall and the kitchen, and can lift tiles in the room and beat gophers on the ground. The girls in our family are too lazy to be like pigs.

You can eat and lie down, and you can eat while lying down. You won’t be afraid of getting fat and being taken to the slaughterhouse.”

Zhan Hanjue told Yan Zheng again, "Cover them!"

Yan Zheng glared at Zhan Hanjue and murmured: "Women cannot be pampered." Although he said this, his body was very honest. He spread out the quilt and covered them seriously.

Fengxian and Zhengling had no shame, hugged each other and laughed.

After Yan Zheng threw the quilt to them on the sofa, the two girls remained silent and looked intently at their phones.

Zhan Hanjue refused, "Since you were a child, you have received so many jewelry every birthday. You don't need this."

Zheng Ling had just given away the chalcedony jewelry. She felt a little empty in her heart. When she saw the jewelry designed by Zhan Hanjue, she wanted to keep one as a souvenir.

When he left, he slapped Zheng Ling on the forehead and reprimanded: "It's just your life that's good."

Zhan Hanjue designed the style of the pendant on the draft paper. Fengxian looked at the blood-colored jade and was moved. "Brother, I want it too."

"Okay." This time he agreed very readily.

Fengxian was unhappy, "Brother, your partiality is too obvious. Woohoo!"

"Brother Jue, I want it too." Zheng Ling blinked her expectant eyes and looked pitifully at Jue Zhan Han.

Lord Zhan Han raised his eyes and stared at her...

"Yeah. Come on, Zhengzheng."

The young couple's desire to win was so strong that they couldn't stop it.

Zhan Hanjue said: "Let Yan Zheng do it for you."

Yan Zheng originally didn't know how to draw and do design work, but he couldn't bear to see Fengxian's disappointed look, so he agreed in an old-fashioned way, "Xianxian, my husband will make it for you. Just wait, I will make you the most beautiful jewelry.

.Compare theirs.”

Zheng Ling then told him Zhan Hanjue's previous idea, "In the chalcedony that Brother Jue gave me earlier, it has the meaning of tying the hair of a couple and growing old together."

Fengxian was immediately amazed by this romantic idea and said, "Brother, you are too thoughtful."

Zheng Ling reminded Yan Zheng, "Zheng Zheng, jewelry does not have to be beautiful, it must have a beautiful meaning and have a special commemorative meaning."

Yan Zheng lifted the jade stone and looked at it over and over, thinking, "This jade stone is just used to carve auspicious flowers and clover, what kind of knowledge can it be carved from?"

Zheng Ling lamented: "It's a pity that I didn't know Brother Jue's thoughts, so I gave the chalcedony to my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law turned around and gave it to Zhuma."

Hearing this, Fengxian suddenly lifted up the quilt and jumped down from the sofa. She put her hands on her hips and said excitedly:

"How can such a special gift be transferred to another woman? And this person is still Zhuma. Once this chalcedony is in her hands, it is as if the person who will grow old with her eldest brother is Zhuma. No, no, no, Sister Zhengling

, I will accompany you to get it back."

Fengxian's words suddenly made Zhan Hanjue, who was conscientiously drawing, break into a cold sweat. He was so irritated that he even dropped the brush in his hand.


Chapter completed!