Mi Zang Jiao Wife: Baby Where to Escape

  Lu Yichen is funny, today he drove, turned his head when he heard the words, and smiled: "Yes, you always look forward."

  Li Jia helped her grandfather into the car, and looked after her mother from left to right. The Lu family and his son were sitting in the driving position.

  "I heard that Jiajia is a bodyguard by your side? You two have been together all day, and have been married for more than three months. Why is Jiajia still not pregnant? Is it more efficient to do things?"

  The old man was dissatisfied, and when the time came, all the family members had left. Without a doll to accompany him, he suddenly felt unlovable.

  Li Jia's mouth twitched. It was rare that grandpa still remembered that she and her brother had only received the certificate for a few months.

   "Well, I will be more efficient." Lu Yichen smiled.

   "Dad, don't rush all day long. This matter is not anxious. Even if you have a great-grandson, you have to wait until you get pregnant in October. How can it be born all at once?"

  Lu Minze was speechless. Back then, the old man urged him and Monica madly. After having Yichen, the old man was considered to be at peace. Later, when he separated in two places, he didn’t urge too much. Unexpectedly, he began to urge Yichen and Jiajia madly.

   "You are not happy to say a few more words? If you had a few more young people at the beginning, can I urge Yichen? When people are old, just count on this point, you don't let me say..."

  The old man began to talk about how few children and grandchildren were when the Lu family came to Lu Minze, which made his old man stay alone in the empty room. What a tragedy being an empty nester...

  Li Jia and Monica looked at each other, and wisely chose to agree.

  What the old man said is right, what the old man said is absolutely the truth...

  Li Jia is helpless, why is grandpa so obsessed with holding his great-grandson?

  It seems that old people like to talk about it?

  Lu Yichen drove steadily. With the whole family in the same car, he did not dare to be careless.

   "The largest supermarket in the city ahead, Jiajia and I are going to buy some fruits and vegetables for lunch." Monica saw the entrance of the supermarket and hurriedly asked Lu Yichen to stop.

   "Just let the maid at home do the grocery shopping." Although Lu Minze said so, as the car stopped, he had already unfastened his seat belt.

  Monica glared at him. "The old man is discharged from the hospital, Jia Jiake is going to cook by himself, and the ingredients should be selected by himself."

  "It’s been a long time since I’ve been out for a stroll. Let’s take a look." The old man spoke and stretched out his hand, like Lafayette, Jiajia helped him out of the car.

  Lu Yichen drove the car to the parking area, followed by and talked to Jiajia.

  In the morning, the flow of people in the supermarket did not reach a peak. Taking time, the family wandered around chatting and laughing, making the old man laugh from ear to ear.

  When passing by the baby supplies area, the old man’s eyes were shining, Li Jia stroking his face, he saw the old man head straight to the past, saw the exquisite and cute baby clothes, shoes, pacifiers and so on, all without saying a word and stuffing them into the stroller.

   "The flowers on this dress are pretty! If it's a girl, I can wear it!"

  "The little train is also good. Boys love this gadget. Last time I saw Lao Wen’s grandson running after this!"

   "Hey, waiter, take off the little schoolbag with the blue pig pictured above."

  The old man pointed to a small children’s schoolbag of a blue cartoon Doraemon and asked to take it down.

The shopping guide saw that the old man’s enthusiasm was so high, and the small truck was filled with it, and he happily introduced a lot of baby products, such as: by the way, tell the old man that the pattern on the schoolbag is the children’s favorite Doraemon, not blue Color pig...

  In the end, the trolley couldn't fit, Li Jia silently leaned on Lu Yichen. "Who can stop Grandpa..."