Mind Reading: Help! Princess, your father is too difficult to seduce

Chapter 220 Is he young or stupid?



Favor, the queen's face, these are also very important!

So Mrs. Chen is really relieved that Zhao Wanjun is pregnant now.

Mrs. Chen, who deeply felt that her life was complete, looked at her sleeping grandson and couldn't help but fall asleep leaning on the armrest.

It wasn't until I got to the house that I was woken up by the grandmother beside me, and I said in a daze, "Where...am I going?"

The grandma who was waiting for her said back to her, "Go back to the old lady, she has already arrived at the house."

Jiang Fu stood aside and handed the cloak to the nanny beside her, and said sheepishly, "It's hard for my mother to follow us."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Chen immediately waved her hand, "What kind of burden is this? It's my brother's first birthday gift. As a grandmother, I am too late to be happy, so what kind of burden is this?"

"It's you," Mrs. Chen looked at Jiang Fu's belly, "You should be tired today, so go back and rest quickly."

As Mrs. Chen spoke, she quickly asked someone to help Jiang Fu get out of the carriage, and kept saying, "Don't worry about me, my old bones are still strong. Besides, I'm surrounded by people who are waiting for me. It'll be fine." ”

"Take care of yourself and don't let yourself get tired."

Jiang Fu is pregnant with two, and is now three months old. Because she is twins, her belly, which was not prominent at all in the previous three months, is now slightly bulging, and it is naturally more mentally demanding than having one.

So at this point, after rushing back from the palace, even if there were people waiting on her all the way, she would inevitably be a little tired.

So she asked someone to help her get out of the carriage first, "Mom, be careful."

"Be careful, be careful. You should also watch your steps," the old lady said with a loving look on her face.

After Zhao Lin's birthday, the weather became hotter day by day.

Jiang Fu also became more and more lazy, unwilling to do anything, but quite greedy.

I like to eat anything sour or spicy.

Because everyone likes to take a bite of the sour and spicy ones, it makes Mrs. Chen unable to guess.

They say sour boys and spicy girls, so why is this sour and spicy?

Is she pregnant with a grandson or a granddaughter?

The nanny next to her reminded her with a smile, "The old lady is so happy that she even forgot that she is pregnant with twins."

"According to Madam's taste, they are probably twins."

"Long..." Mrs. Chen clapped her hands happily, "Is this really such a good thing coming to our Duke Ningguo's residence?"

Mrs. Chen immediately took people to Baiyun Temple.

She was going to Baiyun Temple to donate sesame oil money to the temple. She would donate a lot of money, and she would also eat fast and chant Buddha in the temple for five days to pray for Jiang Fu and the child in her belly.

The old lady went there happily, and she was even happier when she came back.

Because after she came back, Zhao Lin, who could not walk originally, could walk.

This child, I don’t know whether it’s because of his strong body or some other reason, but he walked very steadily as soon as he could walk.

When other people's children just started to walk, they would easily fall if the people around them didn't pay attention, but Zhao Lin didn't.

They are stable!

Not only is it stable, but it also looks like a little adult.

He may have reached the developmental stage where he likes to imitate others, and he especially likes to imitate other people's movements and expressions.

He doesn't even imitate others, but he likes to imitate his own father who is not at home very much.

The Duke always walks with his hands behind his back, showing his dignity. The expression on his face was tense and unsmiling.

After Zhao Linhui left, he liked to wander in the yard where Zhao Yuan couldn't see him, with a pair of chubby hands behind his back, his small lips pressed tightly, and a stern face.

Those short legs, and her hands that couldn’t be intertwined behind her back because they were fat and short, Jiang Fu “…”

Jiang Fu was always amused by her son's behavior.

Jiang Fu is also naughty. She occasionally wants to learn to walk like Zhao Lin.

Zhao Lin felt even happier when she walked like that. If Jiang Fu continued to follow him, he himself would be made to laugh "haha".

Jiang Fu told Zhao Yuan about this, and Zhao Yuan was surprised to hear it, but he observed carefully and found that Zhao Lin did not make any similar movements.

Zhao Yuan "..."

Jiang Fu explained Zhao Yuan's doubts, "Is he young or stupid? He must be afraid that you will spank him, so he never shows his unique skills in front of you."

Zhao Lin was indeed not the only one who showed this unique skill to Zhao Yuan, because he showed it in front of Mrs. Chen.

And it was revealed voluntarily.

When Mrs. Chen saw that he would leave, she immediately happily held her eldest grandson in her arms and kissed him. She also lamented that Baiyun Temple was really efficacious. She just went to ask the Buddha to bless the child, and the child would leave immediately.

She told Jiang Fu that she planned to go to the temple next month to eat fast and chant sutras until Jiang Fu gave birth safely.

And not only that, when Jiang Fu gives birth, she will also donate a large amount of sesame oil money to Baiyun Temple.

While the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were talking, Zhao Lin started to do his best thing again, imitating his own father's walking.

He put his two chubby hands behind his back, stepped on his short legs, tightened his face, and pursed his lips, like that...

When Jiang Fu saw it, she was laughing so hard. She was not the only one who was happy. She immediately asked her mother-in-law, "Mom, who does Brother Lin look like when he walks like this?"

"picture……"

The old lady took one look and said very confidently, "Looks like his father, exactly the same as his father walking around the house on weekdays."

"Haha," Jiang Fu couldn't help bursting into laughter again, and then nodded sharply, "Yes, mother, you are right, this child just imitates his father's walk."

"And I'm telling you something fun," Jiang Fu lowered her voice, as if she was afraid that her son would hear it. She suppressed a smile and lowered her voice, "This child walked like this. He only walked in front of me before. Now, When you come back, you can see that he started to show you this as soon as he jumped to the ground, but I tell you, he has never walked like this in front of his father. "

After hearing this, Mrs. Chen felt even more happy, "My eldest grandson is smart."

Jiang Fu [No wonder he started learning in front of you as soon as you came back. It turns out he knows who is on his side! 】

Jiang Fu felt more and more that although the child looked small, he was really not stupid at all.

Zhao Lin still doesn't perform stunts in front of his biological father, even though his grandmother has returned.

As long as he was not in front of Zhao Yuan, whether Jiang Fu was taking her back to her parents' home, in front of Shen Yun, or taking her into the palace in front of Zhao Wanjun, he would be happy to perform his special skills.

Only not in front of Zhao Yuan.

But one time he was secretly caught by Zhao Yuan.

The Duke of Guo specially chose Xiu Mu and did not appear in front of his son early in the morning just to see what his son was good at.

Zhao Lin's imitation was indeed lifelike. Hidden in the dark, the Duke's lips were slightly raised, but that was all.

The Duke of Guo did not go out to scare his son, nor was he angry.

In fact, when he was young, even Zhao Yuan himself felt that a man like him should be extremely strict as a father.

He thought he was harsh to Zhao Wanjun in those years.

Zhao Wanjun is still a daughter and an adopted daughter. If he gave birth to a son, and he was still a biological child, he felt that he would definitely be punished with a stick, or even scolded with a black face.



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