he yi and shang jinghui were both eating dumplings in their heads, and when the old man saw that the atmosphere was getting more and more awkward, he tried to change the topic and casually asked: "jing zhao, how did you do in your final exam?"
shang jingzhao is the age of greed, the mind is not at all in learning, xu qian usually spoils him, and if the exam is poor, he will count him a few sentences, so his results have not been very good, and this final exam mathematics did not even pass the exam.
suddenly asked by the old man in front of so many people, of course, he was embarrassed to say the shameful score, he could only bow his head and poke the food in the bowl with chopsticks, pretending that he did not hear.
the merchant bank is busy preparing for the new year these days, and has not paid attention to this stubble, listening to the old man ask him so, he remembered that he had not seen the report card of his younger son.
seeing the arrogant little son there with his head bowed and quail, shang xingzhi knew that this boy must have not done well, he put down his chopsticks and said sharply: "grandpa asked you didn't hear anything?" how many points did you get on the test? "
shang jingzhao's head was buried lower, and he whispered weakly, "i didn't play well this time..."
shang xingzhi was originally very depressed because of shang jingyun's sudden runaway, the eldest son could not count on it, and the younger son now humiliated him, which made him angry, and he couldn't help but scold: "you little bunny cub is still good at finding excuses, where do you play well?"
he yi stuffed the last dumpling in the bowl into his mouth, looked up at the little cousin who had just said that their dumplings were ugly, and saw that the little fart child was scolded so much that he bowed his head and did not say a word, he felt some schadenfreude in his heart, and his eyes were shining as he sat there while eating and watching the play.
shang jinghui noticed he yi's small expression, and unconsciously followed he yi up the corners of his mouth, and the depression just now dissipated for the most part at once.
he wanted to pinch he yi's face, but because there were too many people here, he had to take his empty left hand and touch he yi's thigh under the table.
although the little guy had recently gained a little fat, his legs were as thin as before, and through a thick layer of pants, he could feel that the flesh on he yi's thighs was very soft, not as hard as his own muscles.
he yi was startled by the troublesome hand, turned his head to see shang jinghui's smiling eyes, he instantly relaxed again, and whispered in the past: "husband, what are you doing?"
shang jinghui did not speak, sitting in the same upright posture as usual, and casually used his right hand to clip a piece of chicken to he yi, no one could see that he would put his hand under the table on he yi's leg on this occasion, and pinch it without a moment's hesitation.
he yi was attracted by the fragrant chicken, and did not stop shang jinghui's restless movements, and continued to enjoy the food while watching the drama.
shang xingzhi was still scolding him for this indisputable little son, shang jingzhao was already at a loss, and shang xingzhi was obviously angry, he did not dare to refute it at all, plus there were so many people here, although he was young, he also wanted face, and after a while he was scolded and shed tears.
it was okay that he didn't cry, but as soon as he cried, he was even more annoyed, pointing at his nose and scolding: "what is it like for a boy to cry and cry without moving?"
xu qian was distressed about her son, and when she saw that shang xingzhi actually scolded and scolded that she had the intention of doing something, she rushed to protect shang jingzhao and tried to help her son play the round.
as a result, shang xingzhi stared at her and loudly accused: "i see that this little bunny cub is spoiled by you, and they all say that the loving mother is a corrupt child, and you will raise him one day sooner or later like this!"
these words did not know how to stimulate xu qian, who has always been good-tempered, and she actually raised her mouth with the commercial firm in public: "is my son alone?" what did you usually manage as a father? "
shang xingzhi has been busy with the company's affairs all these years, bent on snatching back control from shang jinghui, and really did not ask much about this young son, otherwise he would not even know how many points shang jingzhao had scored in the final exam.
he felt that he was working so hard for the sake of their little family, but xu qian actually had a face to accuse him in turn, which made him particularly angry, regardless of the presence of the old man and shang jing, and directly quarreled with xu qian.
he yi originally wanted to see shang jingzhao scolded with the mentality of watching a good play, but when he came to the back of the business house, the loud voice made him upset, and even had some headaches, and the meat in the bowl was not as fragrant as before.
shang jinghui noticed he yi's abnormality, looked at him and asked, "what's wrong?" where is it uncomfortable? "
"it was so noisy." he yi frowned and muttered quietly.
shang jinghui glanced at the second uncle's family lightly, and was about to make them shut up, when he heard the old man say in a deep voice: "okay, let's say two words less, what kind of quarrel is the big new year's eve?"
the old man originally just casually asked, in fact, he did not care much about how many points the little grandson had scored in the exam, he did not expect that the second family would quarrel like this, he was so angry that he blew his beard on the side and stared at his eyes, and finally he finally couldn't help but lose his temper.
shang xingzhi realized his gaffe and quickly apologized to the old man, although he did not scold xu qian's mother and son again, his face was still very smelly.
xu qian did not take the initiative to be soft with him as before, did not speak again with a cold face, and deliberately wiped away his son's tears in front of shang xingzhi, and gave shang jingzhao a chopstick that he liked to eat to comfort his frightened son.
when the merchant saw this, he let out a cold hum from his nose, thinking that he would go back and settle accounts with this mother and son again.
the atmosphere at the dinner table became particularly dull, and the old man persuaded him a few more times and found it useless, and could only sigh heavily.
after eating, the old man sent a red envelope to shang jingzhao as usual, he yi looked at the eyes, but he did not have the good sense to take the initiative to ask for the red envelope with the grandfather, after all, he was no longer a child, not only adult, but also married, how to say that it is impossible to receive the red envelope from the elders.
the old man saw his expression, smiled and waved at him: "xiao yi come here."
he yi walked over inexplicably, obediently shouted grandpa, and the old man felt a red envelope and stuffed it into his hand and said, "this is for you, happy new year."
he yi was surprised: "do i have it too?" thank you grandpa! happy new year grandpa! "
the old man was so happy to see him receive a red envelope, and he also laughed and took the opportunity to advise: "you two live here tonight, don't toss back and forth."
he yi did not directly agree, but looked at shang jinghui and asked for his opinion with his eyes.
shang jinghui thought that he yi had just suspected that the second uncle was too noisy, and politely refused: "this side is too lively, xiao yi still needs to recuperate."
tomorrow is the first day of the chinese new year, there will be a lot of people from the side branches of the business to pay homage to the old man, if they live tonight, they will have to meet with those people.
even if he yi could bear it, shang jinghui himself would be troublesome.
although the old man wanted to keep them alive, he couldn't ignore he yi's body, and finally he could only give up.
after going back, he yi happily opened the red envelope, saw a stack of brand new banknotes, and immediately counted them happily.
this little money is not worth mentioning in the eyes of any person in the merchant, the old man stuffed the banknotes in the red envelope just to beg for a lottery, the real value of the new year's gift has not been sent, but he yi does not feel that the money is less, after counting the number of joys with shang jinghui said: "grandpa gave the red envelope so big."
he had never taken so much money, and when he lived with his mother before, he had taken at most a hundred-dollar bill, and he would be asked to go back by his mother for a few days in his pocket, saying that he was afraid that he would lose the money.
shang jinghuan pinched he yi's face, and then did not know where to feel a thicker red envelope, and shook it in front of he yi like a cat.
he yi stared at the red envelope in his hand with his eyes shining brightly, and asked expectantly, "is it for me?"
shang jinghui looked at he yi with a smile in his eyes and did not speak.
he yi waited for a while and did not see shang jinghui answer, and couldn't help but go directly to grab it, but shang jinghui's movement was faster than his, he couldn't grab it, so anxious that he kept calling his husband, wanting shang jinghui to give him the red envelope.
shang jinghui felt that he yi was very funny, and wanted to tease him for a while, but he yi did not rob him, directly threw himself into his arms and kissed him, and his paws were also touching him peacefully, shang jinghui could bear this, and soon only cared about making love to he yi.
he yi closed his eyes and kissed shang jingjian for a while, then secretly opened his eyes, and the black eyeballs slipped around a few times, glimpsed the red envelope in shang jinghui's hand, and snatched it while he was not ready.
shang jing was stunned, and a low laugh overflowed from his throat, and he did not give he yi the opportunity to open the red envelope and put the person down on the bed.
the two of them crossed the bed for a year, and when the new year's bell rang, shang jingjian kissed he yi's somewhat red and swollen lips lightly, and said close to he yi's ear: "happy new year baby."
he yiya bit down on shang jingjian's chin and grinded his teeth, and when he was finished, he hummed and said, "happy new year husband."
shang jinghui reached out and gently covered he yi's bulging abdomen, touched it twice as usual, and then put his face on it again, and said softly: "happy new year baby."
he yi was still undressed, and he was a little blushed by shang jinghui's action, and he twisted his face uncomfortably and said, "husband, what are you doing, the baby can't understand." "
as soon as the words fell, he felt the little guy in his stomach suddenly move, and shang jinghui still maintained the posture of sticking to his stomach, and naturally he also noticed it.
both people were stunned, and both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
"the baby just kicked me." he yi blinked and said.
shang jinghuan touched his stomach again and smiled, "it's fetal movement."
he yi is now more than four months pregnant, and it is reasonable to say that it is time to have fetal movements, but he did not expect to be so coincidental at this time.
"the baby moved." he yi said another sentence, and then he also reached out and touched the round little belly.
this was the first time he had felt so truly that there was really a little life in his belly, and it was his child with shang jing, and this feeling was so wonderful that he did not return to god for a while.
shang jinghui saw he yi's dazed look, kissed him on the face again, and then wrapped him up with a blanket and carried him to the bathroom.
although there was heating in the house, he yi had just been sweated by him, and he was afraid that he yi would catch a cold, so he took people into the bathtub and took a hot bath together.
he yi was very curious about the fetal movement, and had been waiting for the little guy in the stomach to move again, but he waited for a long time and did not wait, and finally he poked his belly with his finger, drummed his face and said: "husband, why does the baby not move again?" are you asleep? "
"it's possible, and it's just beginning, that the baby's movement is small and not obvious." shang jinghui said with a smile.
he yi was relieved, gently patted his stomach, and said to the fetus inside: "then you continue to sleep, i will sleep too."
shang jinghui smiled and fished he yi out of the bathtub, dried the person and carried him back to the bed, wrapped the person in a quilt, and then printed a light kiss on his forehead, "sleep when you are sleepy, good night."
he yi put his arm around shang jinghui's neck and kissed him, smiled and said goodnight to him, and skillfully slipped into his arms and closed his eyes.