Chapter 1790: Knitting a Sweater for Her Son
The first company commander drove the car back with his eyes almost closed.
"group……"
After arriving at the place, the first company commander turned around and opened his mouth wide. Wei Zhenhui glanced at him, and he choked back the rest of his words.
Then they saw their usually handsome and aloof devil, gently pushing open the car door like he was holding a treasure in the world, and then carrying his wife out.
The company commander shrank his neck, and it took him a long time to react. He got out of the car, opened the courtyard door, and rang the doorbell.
Looking at their leader, he finally has his feet on the ground. He is still the cold and serious devil, but now he is an ordinary man holding his wife in his arms.
It was their sister-in-law who absorbed all the air-conditioning from the group leader.
Only an outstanding woman like Su Mian can surrender to the leader!
Looking at the backs of the two of them, his eyes felt a little itchy. Why?
Why did he want to cry after being fed dog food all the way?
The lights were on in the living room, and Su Mian woke up as soon as she entered the living room.
Then he looked at the man above him, and then at the stunned expressions of several people in the living room.
Su Mian quickly slid off Wei Zhenhui's body, "Grandpa, dad, mom, uncle, A, hello everyone!"
Why are people so messy today?
What's going on with both A and his uncle here?
Su Mian secretly glared at Wei Zhenhui, this guy did it on purpose!
The light was on in the living room. There must be someone there. He couldn't wake her up first!
This is just great.
Not only the family saw it, but even the peacock A saw it!
Jiang Xiangqian didn't expect his grandson's wife to come back so early. Things must have gone smoothly, and it was hard to say much when outsiders were around.
"Well, it's getting late. Zhenhui, you and Su Mian should go upstairs and take a rest first!" Jiang Xiangqian's eyebrows laughed so hard that they were afraid that someone would stop them, so Jiang Xiangqian spoke first.
There are always people who don’t have the eyesight to see.
A had a sly smile on his face, "Sister-in-law, don't be in a hurry to go upstairs. It's rare for us to meet each other. Besides, if you don't come and take a look, Auntie will be knitting a sweater for your son!"
What?
A sweater for her son?
Su Mian was confused.
Liu Wenqing raised the sweater he was knitting in time and said, "Su Mian, come here and take a look. It's almost finished. Do you like it? Your grandpa said to prepare early, because you are afraid that you will give birth by then and you will be busy." Don’t come here!”
What’s not to do?
It’s not like you have to wear it since you were born!
Moreover, Su Mian really has no plans to have a baby this year. She has just joined the special forces. If she wants to have a baby, she has to wait until next year!
A trace of uneasiness flashed across Wei Zhenhui's face, but he concealed it very well. After a while, he acted like a normal person and started chatting with Chief Jiang and the others.
Su Mian blushed and sat in front of Liu Wenqing, "Mom, it's good. I like it very much."
The little sweater was orange, and Su Mian couldn't put it down after seeing it.
Poor parents in the world, when he was at home, He Qin also liked to knit sweaters.
At that time, my family was poor, so we had to put together several colors to make up a sweater.
He Qin's sweater was neatly tied, and Liu Wenqing knew many stitches, which made it look even better.
But isn’t this sweater a bit too big? Does it feel like it’s worn by a two or three year old?
"As long as you like it. This is what the child wore when he was three years old. Tomorrow I will start spanking what he wore when he was four years old!" Liu Wenqing said as he put away the sweater.
"Three years old? Mom, is it too early?"
Liu Wenqing didn't think there was anything wrong at all, "I'm going to type out everything that was born before the age of ten. Your grandfather said that seeing these sweaters will make the baby come faster!"
Su Mian:......