"Oh, my husband, it's funny to think that President Zeng looked at the check in a daze." Xiaojiu walked out of the old revolutionary apartment with his elbows tied around him.

"My dear nine-year-old, what's funny, you, sometimes it's really like a child." Hanzi scratched her nose with her finger and said with a loving smile.

"stinky husband, don't call people small nine." Xiaojiu did not follow the way: "People just like to grow up, can't they?"

Han Zi whispered, "But the big place is big, hip-hop!"

Xiaojiu blushed pink, gave him a thump and said, "Necrosis." Cold son is a light laugh.

"Husband, what you said to Grandpa is...