Gong Jue was ashamed and angry: "Don't say that about your father, otherwise I won't do it for you in the future."
Little bastard, you know how to tear down the stage
Xiaotuanzi is not afraid of his threats: "Oh, miss, look, this baby is right, right? The only function Baba has left in our house is"
Before Xiaotuanzi could finish speaking, Gu Qiqi had already burst into laughter: "Yes, yes, yes, you really have the foresight."
Gong Jue looked at the two of them playing charades inexplicably: "What are you saying ill of me, what is my function?"
Xiaotuanzi: "I won't tell you"
Gu Qiqi: "Don't say it, don't say it"
The two had a tacit understanding and spoke in unison.
Gong Jue was very depressed, but no matter how hard he asked, he couldn't find out.
"Hmph, then I'll just take it as you guys are praising me for my physical strength."
Even if he was killed, the two of them were just laughing. The only value of the palace is the chef.
During the fighting, the atmosphere of the three returned to the warmth and enthusiasm of the past.
Enjoying desserts together to celebrate New Year's Eve, Gu Qiqi and Gong Jue, together with Xiaotuanzi, even made a New Year's purchase plan.
Xiaotuanzi was very excited.
This is the first new year that he and his young lady have spent together.
"How about we eat roasted turkey? The whole thing contains lemongrass, basil, and chestnut. The word is fragrant, and the two words are fragrant," Gong Jue suggested.
Xiaotuanzi gave him a contemptuous look: "Babi, you are too uneducated. The Imperial New Year is not a foreign New Year. You don't eat turkey, you want dumplings."
Gong Jue: ""
He didn't celebrate the New Year in the empire at all.
When he was a child, Earl Hef imprisoned him in a cage, and it was impossible to celebrate the New Year for him.
When he grows up, he creates his own forces and fights on the battlefield, where is there any leisure time for festivals
Later, he became the commander-in-chief of the armed forces, with great power, but he had to sacrifice normal people's work and rest time. Every Spring Festival, if he is not in command on the battlefield, he must also be in the army to give condolences.
So, he really didn't experience, a real, New Year's with his family.
Gu Qiqi was stunned, and suddenly remembered Gong Jue's childhood experience, and guessed that he had no experience of New Year's Eve dinner at all.
The bottom of my heart suddenly softened, there is no need to argue with him about going to grandpa's house tonight to get jealous
I feel bad that he is too late
"Then let's make dumplings together this year, the three of us celebrate the New Year together, okay?"
"Okay." Gong Jue's tone was low.
"Okay, okay!" Xiaotuanzi screamed excitedly, and finally looked like a four or five-year-old child, "Miss sister, teach me how to make dumplings, well, what kind of stuffing should we make?"
Gong Jue: "Sleep first and study tomorrow"
The little bastard is so excited that he has almost no time to "practice and shoot" tonight
Xiaotuanzi finally fell asleep.
Gong Jue can finally "exercise" with his arms around Gu Qiqi.
The two rolled on the sofa in the living room for a long time, and for a long time, at the last moment, Gong Jue couldn't help but hold back the peak rhythm and refused to give her, and asked nastyly: "Who is better, Lao Tzu or Chu Daiyu?"
Gu Qiqi squeezed her small fist and beat him: "How do I know, I only have you as a man, woohoo"
Gong Jue thought about it too.
Changed the question: "Then who do you think is more manly between us?"
Gu Qiqi was about to cry: "You, you, you, you can't do it!"
afterwards.
He hugged her to take a shower.
Suddenly, caught off guard, his wrist trembled.
Gong Jue thought it was because he moved too violently just now, and his hands cramped.
But it's not right, the cramp should be in another part
Before I could figure out why, my hand shook violently again
This time Gongjue frowned.
By the moonlight, he discovered that his hands were not only shaking, but also trembling.
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