Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

This time, Lu Jiang understood what he meant.

He was saying that this was his mother's pillow and he was not allowed to sleep on it himself.

There is no other explanation than this.

"What happened to your mother's pillow? Your mother belongs to me, so of course her pillow is mine. I just want to sleep on your mother's pillow. What can you do to me, you little fat guy?" Lu Jiang suddenly turned into a childish child and turned sideways. , facing Xibao, not moving even with the pillow on his head, as if you can do anything to me.

Feng Qingxue shook her head and refused to interfere in the affairs of the father and son. Lu Jiang had even asked Xibao to wait!

Xibao suddenly became anxious and blushed.

He pushed and pushed, unable to push Lu Jiang, and suddenly crawled back to where he was sitting before, angrily grabbed the gun and pointed it at Lu Jiang's head.

He was standing, and his posture with the gun was very standard, "Bad, biubiu!"

"You brat, you pointed a gun at dad again!" Lu Jiangchang stretched out his arm and took the gun into his hand.

Looking down at his empty hands, and then at the gun in Lu Jiang's hand, Xibao burst into tears, with tears and runny nose running down his face. He turned around and ran to Feng Qingxue who was sitting on the other side of the kang, "Gun! Gun! My gun! My gun!”

Crying so sadly, he did not forget to pull Feng Qingxue towards Lu Jiang, "You're bad, beat me! Beat me!"

"Mom can't beat dad." Feng Qingxue said.

Xibao stopped immediately, "Huh?"

Seeing his open mouth, Feng Qingxue held back her laughter, nodded and said to him: "Yes, dad is too bad, mom can't beat him, and can't get the gun back, what should I do?"

"Fight!" said the little guy who couldn't think of a good plan.

"You still have to fight if you can't beat me?"

"Hit!" The little guy was very determined.

"Okay, even if we can't beat him, we will fight him. Come on, let's have a mother-son double fight!" Feng Qingxue said as she took the gun back, and the little guy jumped up and down happily.

"Gun! Gun! My gun!" Holding the gun, he smiled broadly and pointed at Lu Jiang again with dignity, "biubiu!"

Lu Jiang glared, full of fierceness.

The little guy nimbly threw himself into Feng Qingxue's arms, not forgetting to point his finger at Lu Jiang, with an accusing look on his face, "Bad!"

Feng Qingxue smiled and said: "Yes, dad is bad, we don't play with dad!"

"Um!"

"Uh-huh!" Lu Jiang blurted out directly without his wife's scruples.

The little guy immediately replied: "Humph!"

He twisted his head, buried his face in his mother's arms, and arched his head, making Lu Jiang's eyes burn with anger.

"Okay, okay, you are such a big person, how do you care about a child? Are you a child? If Xibao was sensible, he would not be a child." Feng Qingxue put Xibao on his Side by side, "You two go fight and see who wins in the end. I don't care. I have to sort out my things and see if there is anything that can be used as a wedding gift."

Lu Jiang and Xibao stared at each other and turned their heads outward, "Humph!"

Exactly the same!

Feng Qingxue gave up and sat on the edge of the kang, thinking for a long time, but couldn't think of anything suitable to give them. She didn't bring all her belongings over to begin with, so many gifts in a row, who wouldn't doubt it? Moreover, if fifteen couples get married together, and if they give gifts to the newlyweds introduced by themselves but not to others, the other people’s faces will definitely not look good.

Among these people who got married, the highest-ranking one was the military chief of staff. The forty-three-year-old Zhu Xiu was a rough and bold man from the Northeast. His partner was Shi Honghong from the art troupe, who was beautiful and young, only twenty-three years old.