Li's living room.

Nanhe sits next to Duan Shuyuan and talks about home. Li Guangming continues to watch the news with his iPad. Li San is left to smoke.

After a while, Li Guangming put down his iPad and whispered, "san'er, you go to the study with me."

Duan Shuyuan glanced at her distracted eyes, then smiled and pulled Nan Hu, "Ho Ho, you also accompany me upstairs."

In the study, Li San Cha's legs and leaned against the back of the chair, "Dad, my mother, she..."

"Menopause." Li Guangming took out his cigar from the drawer. "She's also worried about your life. It's inevitable to nag a few more words. Don't be general with her."

Li Sangang wanted to say no. Li Guangming added, "if you can't bear it, you'll go back to the border to hide."

The man is silent, mainly because he doesn't know how to answer.

Li Guangming puffed a thick cigar. The father and son looked at each other for a few seconds. "Do you have any other plans to bring Nan ho back this time?"

"What does Dad mean?"

Li Guangming said don't pretend to be garlic for me.

Li San put on his chin and looked up at the other side. "What do you think... How about my marriage with Nan Ho?"

"Not bad." Li Guangming opened the calendar on his right hand, "what's the date?"

Li San: "

Why should the old couple be in such a hurry?

At this time, seeing that he didn't speak, Li Guangming pushed the desk calendar in front of him, "you are old and old. If you don't marry back after so many years, are you still a person?"

"Dad, this is forced marriage."

Li Guangming looked unhappy on the floor, clenched his fist and knocked on the table, "I think you don't know what's good or bad."

Li San felt his precarious family status again.

He was silent for a long time. Seeing that Li Guangming had no patience, he nodded, "if you two have no opinion, let's tie it."

"San'er!" Li Guangming sighed and explained in earnest, "you don't marry us. Don't force it. Your mother and I are worried because we're afraid you'll lose watermelons and pick sesame seeds in the future."

Li Guangming doesn't fail to see Li San's entanglement.

Although he was anxious about his son's marriage, he could not make a forced match, otherwise he would easily become a resentful couple.

"Not reluctantly." Li San rubbed his fingertips and said with low eyes, "I already recognized her. It's the same for early and late."

Li Guangming took a deep look at him. "Marriage is not a person's business. If you think clearly, find an opportunity to discuss with Nanhe. Of course, if your daughter-in-law is not Nanhe, you can do whatever you want."

Li San raised his eyes funny, "Dad, what does it mean?"

"No wedding banquet, no bride price, you can do it yourself."

I see, no matter how high sounding father Li said, the only bride they recognized in their hearts was Nanhe.

Li San reached over the table and took a cigar. He bit at the corner of his mouth and joked vaguely, "I thank you for Nanhe, old man."

"All right, don't talk to me. What should I do?" Li Guangming waved his hand and asked, "the guest room you slept in before has been occupied. There are still two rooms in the West. Go and choose one by yourself."

Li Sanzhan looked back, "so many rooms, do you have to occupy mine?"

Li Guangming said; "If you put toys in Yibao, you'll make do with it. If you don't come back once in 800 years, it's good to have a place for you to sleep."

....

The next day, Nanhe walked briskly into Li Qiao's Huandao residence with a gift box. "Hey, it's raining."

The rain in front of the door accepted the gift box and nodded politely, "sister Chen."

"Is Qiao Qiao there?"

"Madam went to the laboratory temporarily and asked you to wait a moment."

Nanhe smiled and said no problem. He walked into the living room and wandered around, "where's Yibao?"

"The young master is upstairs." the rain put down the gift box and looked at her eyebrows. "Shall I take you up?"

"Walking, I haven't seen Yibao for a long time. I happen to have a gift for him."

In the children's room upstairs, Xiao Shangyin sat on the carpet with his back to the door, holding a laptop, occasionally rolling a white tiger's head, twisting his small eyebrows and muttering, "Uncle Bai's firewall still can't get in..."

"My little treasure ~"

Nanhe opened the door and shouted at his throat.

Xiaoshangyin twisted his body and saw Nanhe, so he got up, "third aunt."

Nanhe, Luoyu: "...."

"The baby's mouth is very sweet." Nan Hu glanced at the falling rain with embarrassment, but his eyes were clearly filled with joy.

The falling rain echoed, "children have no taboo."

For the children's words of xiaoshangyin, the falling rain feels very deep and has the most say.

Nanhu is at least with Li San. It's not too much to call her aunt three.

But

Xiaoshangyin started calling Gu Chen "Uncle" two months ago, which is still called confusion by the rain.

Not long after, Nanhe walked in front of the cub and deliberately bypassed the white tiger, "Yibao, what are you doing?"

Xiaoshangyin pointed to the computer and replied with milk: "attack uncle Bai."

"White, white inflammation?"

The cub nodded and tugged at her cuff with curiosity on his face. "Third aunt, how should this firewall be broken?"

"Let me see." Nan ho sat down cross legged, picked up the computer and hit a few shortcut keys. "This is simple. My aunt will teach you."

Behind the falling rain, the corners of his mouth smoked and withdrew from the children's room.

In just five or six minutes, with the help of Nanhe, xiaoshangyin successfully cracked the firewall barrier set by Bai Yan.

The little guy was very happy. His big black and white eyes looked at Nanhe, "thank you, aunt."

Nanhe smiled at the tip of his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes, rubbed his head and asked mysteriously, "Yibao, what do you think this is?"

Xiaoshangyin bowed his head and poked the delicate and small object in her palm with his short little finger, "gun."

"Really? Have you seen it before?"

"Yes." Shang Yin thought carefully, then got up and walked to the children's wardrobe with short legs.

Nanhu looked back puzzled and saw a small cub. He laboriously opened the wardrobe door and went in with his small ass.

As several cartoon jumpsuits were thrown out, a silver colt was held out by xiaoshangyin, "third aunt, I have it too."

Nan Hu swallowed his throat and looked at the highly lethal colt, "Bao, who gave it to you?"

"Uncle Gu."

"And..." the little cub said and took out another alligator wheel from the inside. "This is from Uncle Bai and uncle Yun. This is from Godfather. This is..."

Nanhe pursed his lips and looked at the hot Wu at the cub's feet. He couldn't help falling into meditation.

Besides, she wanted to know that there were six or seven collection pistols hidden in Shang Yin's wardrobe. Did Qiaoqiao and Yan know about it?

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