My wife has always been timid

post?

What post was sent to Fu Zhai?

Su Qingcheng wanted to get up to open the door for Jing Hao, but her hand was pulled by gravity, only to realize that the man tied her up in a unique way.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and could only pick up the cell phone next to her pillow to send a message to Kong Ang.

[Fu Xiuyuan is still sleeping, I can't get out, you take a picture of the post for me to see. ]
Not long after the message was sent, Kong Ang replied quickly and took two photos of the inside and outside of the post for her. She reached out and clicked on it, and found that it was an invitation to a banquet.

The location is clearly written, but the location of the poster is actually empty.

[Do you know who handed it over? ]
Click, as soon as her message was sent, there was a soft sound from the door lock, and Jing Hao's figure appeared at the door.

Kong Ang stood behind Jing Hao with a slightly apologetic expression.

There is no way, their little master plausibly said that since he can reply to the message, he can see people, so he must be forced to fetch the key and forcefully break into the door.

"Mother." Jing Hao threw the key to Kong Ang and walked towards the room with two legs.

Su Qingcheng: "..."

"Hush..." She pointed her index finger at the child, indicating that there was still someone in the room who was still awake.

Fu Xiuyuan seemed to be disturbed by the sound of opening the door, his handsome brows furrowed slightly, he turned over, put his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms, she was half-sitting against the head of the bed, Fu Xiuyuan's head rested on the occasion On her lower abdomen, the warm breath poured steadily on her belly through the thin fabric.

Because the two hands are handcuffed together, their posture is somewhat weird.

Jing Hao's eyes swept over the man in a neutral manner, apparently he didn't have much affection for the man, and looked at Su Qingcheng with slightly narrow eyes: "I want to see my sister Manman, can mother take me there?"

Go, of course you can go.

Only now is not the time.

Su Qingcheng lowered her voice, and softly caressed: "You go back and wait, and when your father wakes up, I will take you there, okay?"

Wait for him to wake up?

Seeing that Jing Hao was full of eagerness, he glanced dissatisfied at the person sleeping on Su Qingcheng's stomach. This person was sleeping happily with his mother in his arms, leaving him alone in the quiet room, so bored that he couldn't stop drawing. I have no intention of painting.

"This post is for you." Seeing that something was wrong, Kong Ang interrupted and handed over the bronzing post.

Su Qingcheng reached out to take it.

She had already seen it from the photo, and now that she got it in her hand, she flipped through it again, and found that the person who posted it was blank, which is really strange. Who would dare to pass someone a post without revealing their identity?
"Look up who the other party is, and see which one is going to hold a banquet, or maybe you forgot to add the name." Su Qingcheng said, and handed the post to Kong Ang again.

Kong Ang answered yes.

Su Qingcheng looked away, seeing Jing Hao still standing by the bed, couldn't help laughing: "Good boy, he's been very tired recently, let him sleep for a while."

"He's too tired to be serious."

Jing Hao blurted out.

Su Qingcheng was suddenly startled, "...?"

Kong Ang: "..."

Jing Hao's expression remained unchanged, he glanced at the man, and opened his lips in dissatisfaction: "Late last night, I was still upstairs and saw him personally carry you back from the hospital..."

"This kid, what nonsense are you talking about? You must be having a nightmare!" Su Qingcheng covered the little guy's mouth and pressed it directly into the quilt, angrily.

Jing Hao was so speechless that he couldn't speak, only his hands kept pawing.

Kong Ang couldn't hold back his smile, he bit his lower lip and turned around silently, good guy, this face is directly thrown in front of the little prince.

"Quarrel……"

The sleeping man was disturbed by this movement, his brows furrowed impatiently, and his deep, dark narrow eyes slowly opened.