My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

With his strong connections, Brother Chen finally sold these fruits and vegetables, sitting on the sofa and lying down with Ge You.

Damn, this small amount of money is not enough to go to a private kitchen for a good meal.

...

And after Feng Lanchu helped Jiang Anzhi change the wound medicine, Jiang Ma and Jiang Che, who still couldn't buy vegetables after waiting and waiting, finally couldn't sit still and called to find someone.

"You guys are done so soon?" Jiang Ma couldn't believe it, they just sat down, and they didn't even have time to look at the menu.

Tsk, she was negligent, it seems that she has to buy some supplements for her son.

"???" Feng Lan was puzzled at first, what are they busy with?

"Diaoyu and I are waiting for grandpa to eat together outside. You two cook at home, I have already put the dishes in the kitchen. Tonight I will bring the fishing back to Jiangxin Xiaozhu, you don't have to worry about it."

"..." Jiang Che.

Jiang Ma hung up the phone, saw Jiang Che looking at her with aggrieved eyes, and quickly patted his head: "Do you want a younger sister?"

Jiang Che nodded obediently.

"Then go back to Jiangxin Xiaozhu with grandma."

"Is there a younger sister in Jiangxin Xiaozhu?" Jiang Che looked up suspiciously, then shook his head as if thinking of something: "I don't want Jiang Ting."

Jiang Ting has become more and more strange during this time, breaking down and crying at every turn. If his sister is like this, then give it back to someone else, he doesn't want it.

"Jiang Ting is your little cousin and your real sister is still different."

"It's fine if it's not her." Jiang Che replied reassuringly. There is a little girl in the kindergarten who is very obedient, as quiet as a rabbit, which he likes better.

The mother-in-law and grandson are thinking about their future sweet sisters, while the couple are cooking at home.

Feng Lan made ribs soup for the first time, and fried spinach and three cups of chicken by the way. Jiang Anzhi was very satisfied with the refreshing and simple meal.

Full of wine and food, Feng Lanchu still went back to the study to read the report, while Jiang Anzhi took his notebook and logged into the photography account in the living room.

Recently an international photography competition seems to have started.

Behind this account has won many awards, and everyone in the photography circle knows Jiang Haiji Yusheng.

And Feng Lanchu is preparing for the inspection of Lane 18. Although she doesn't have to follow, after all, the children at hand are going to practice, and she has to do as much homework as possible to hope that their practice will go well.

It was late at night when he returned to the room after work, and Jiang Anzhi was lying on his side with his back to the door, leaving only a yellow halo lamp in the room.

Uncle Jiang is so obedient today! Feng Lan was a little surprised at the beginning, she crept onto the bed, and just got into the bed, the uncle turned around and hugged her full of arms.

"..." Feng Lanchu.

Carefully looking back at him, he thought he had quarreled with him, but he saw that Jiang Anzhi's eyes were shining brightly, not like someone who was asleep.

"you……"

Jiang Anzhi kissed her on the face, and his hands began to move around restlessly.

"You'd better stop yourself." Feng Lanchu warned in a low voice while grabbing his hand.

Hearing the words, Jiang Anzhi rubbed the softness of her chest in retaliation, and refused to listen.

"..."

Feng Lanchu quickly turned around and knocked on his head, making Jiang Anzhi pat his head aggrieved twice, his eyes finally regained a sliver of clarity, and protested:

"I'm exercising my legal rights."

"Injured people don't deserve to talk about their rights."

"I think I'm fine."

Jiang Anzhi reluctantly took her into his arms, rubbed her slender waist with his hands, and acted coquettishly.

"You are an actor who has seen the big world anyway, don't play these coquettish little tricks." Feng Lanchu was almost speechless.

"I'm really uncomfortable." Jiang Anzhi sighed.

The wound on his back was in the healing period, dry and itchy, and his heart was blocked by the square head again. Thinking that he and his son had been fed by the square head all these years, it was really hard to describe. Coupled with the warm, fragrant and soft jade in her arms, she can't eat it every day, alas, life is really boring.

"Don't think so much, calm down and cool down naturally."

Knowing that it was the irritability caused by the healing of the wound on his back, Feng Lanchu patted his back comfortingly, but Jiang Anzhi suddenly grabbed his hand and went straight to a certain place.

"There, it hurts too."

"..." Feng Lanchu.