Wife Rules

She looks like a lady from a big family—so no matter how you look at it, Big Brother Jiang belongs to their family, and the Great God...

Ling Mao glanced at Jiang Jincheng's face: Are you sure you didn't pick it up?

"Didn't you mean to bring the girl back, who?" Father Jiang raised his eyebrows.His two sons are so good that everyone envies them, but he is worried!The eldest is 32, and has no intention of getting married or dating at all.The youngest son is 26, still young.But he was in the army, where there were all rough men, and there was no environment for love.Not to mention disappearing every now and then, no one can be contacted, and no one has the right to know.Well, come back, and they all drilled in front of the computer.

Is it easy for him to want a grandson?

Originally thought that the youngest son hadn't come back for the New Year this year and he was off on a mission somewhere, but it was said that he made a phone call this evening and asked Jinxiu to send the car there.Only then did Jiang Jinxiu show his elder brother's boldness and let him go home.

Part of the conversation at the time went like this:

Jiang Jinxiu: "If you don't come back once, you won't see your parents twice a year. You've been in the same city during the Chinese New Year and you still don't come back?"

Great God: "Okay, I'll go back at night. But I have to bring someone."

Jiang Jinxiu: "It's rare, you actually want to bring someone home, why didn't you go home this time because of this person?"

Great God: "Yes, he is the one I decide to spend my whole life with."

Therefore, facing Jiang's father's question, Jiang Jincheng looked very calm and confident: "I didn't say it was a woman."

Jiang's father was taken aback for a moment, and this person who had been a secretary for ten years suddenly felt that his resilience might not be very good: "You said that the person you decided to live your whole life is a man?"

WHAT? !

Under Jiang's father's overly staring eyes, Ling Mao seemed to have suddenly realized something...

032. It's Tomorrow

The current situation requires him to explain.

Ling Mao's Adam's apple moved up and down, and the gurgling sound of saliva sliding down his throat was obvious.

Communication barrier, please let me go!This is related to my life, and it is also related to your life!

Mr. Communication Disorder: Well then...

Ling Mao took a deep breath, and just as he was about to explain that all this was not what Jiang's father thought, he was held down by the master on the back of his neck.

The Almighty's palm came down, without using any force, the rough calluses on his fingers rubbed against Ling Mao's neck, itching intermittently.Ling Mao felt tense in his heart.

This time, he didn't need to order any skills of "reading emotions from eyes" or "feeling emotions from movements". His biological instinct told him that it was safest to swallow the next words.

"Gudong...cough...cough cough cough cough cough..." Swallowing these words in one gulp, Ling Mao almost suffocated himself, coughing so loudly.

The hat on his head was dangling and unsteady, so he quickly raised his hand to help it.

What could be worse in QAQ's life than him, changing into an unspeakable body, and meeting a great god who is a human being who is completely out of sync with him.So why did his identity suddenly become the other half of the great god, and he is being looked at by the great god's family, who can surpass this rhythm!

Jiang's mother lightly bumped her husband-in-law with her hand, and then smiled kindly at Ling Mao: "It doesn't matter if it's a man, I'm afraid to find someone in the army who is full of muscle bumps."

Mama Jiang, isn't your request too simple?If you don't like Ling Mao, you can be more picky, really, I don't mind at all!

Jiang's mother waved to Ling Mao: "Come here, let me take a good look. She looks really good-looking, isn't she of mixed race? She also looks cute."

Ling Mao's whole body was stiff, and the cat's tail stretched straight, pricking the skin on his own leg, itching and slightly painful, which made Ling Mao's skin goosebumps again and again.

"Mom and Dad, he is very shy, we need to let him get acquainted with the environment first."

You are ashamed, your whole family is ashamed!

Ling Mao moved the cat ears hanging on his head, and suddenly felt an emotion that he couldn't go on like this.The relationship between him and the great god will have to be explained one day, he can't keep talking!Very good, everything started with addressing Jiang's mother and Jiang's father.

As soon as Ling Mao opened his mouth, the Great God's thumb on the back of his neck scratched and tugged.The uncles and aunts that Ling Mao was going to talk about turned into: "Mom and Dad."

The tone of the Great God is still the same.

Ling Mao: ...This is really a sad story.

Jiang's father was taken aback for a moment. He hadn't accepted this boy-in-law yet, and other parents called him.Jiang's father has been in politics all his life, and what he does is a well-rounded man.Hearing that Ling Mao's tone was really the same as calling his parents, the surprise on his face subsided a lot, and instead he showed some kind smiles: "Hey, you said you were ashamed, isn't that quite generous. Okay. , your mother said that this child is fine, so I have no other opinions."

No, Dad Jiang, you can have other opinions!You don't give up! (Erkang hands)

Next, the three men of the Jiang family sat together and said something.From politics to military affairs to economics, the men of the entire Jiang family have taken care of everything, and they are outstanding among them. I don't even bother to listen.

So, Mother Jiang looked at Ling Mao carefully from the sidelines.There is nothing to say about this appearance, but my son is a dull guy, why doesn't my daughter-in-law like to talk very much?How can two boring bastards play together?

As for Ling Mao, she has long been distracted by her new status as "Jiang's daughter-in-law".

Jiang's mother answered all of Jiang's questions one by one while he was wandering.When she came to her senses, Ling Mao felt a little horrified: Mama Jiang must have done intelligence work before!He didn't feel anything at all, was he hypnotized!

Jiang's mother is also quite satisfied. Ling Mao doesn't talk much but is better than being well-behaved.Although it's not easy to play with two boring guys, she thought about it carefully, and it's even worse to find someone who is careless and talks a lot.After all, his son's identity and occupation are sensitive, so it would be a big deal.

……

"Great God..." The first thing Ling Mao did when Jiang Jincheng half-carried him back to the room was to turn around and ask for clarification.The imposing question, which had been brewing for a long time at the beginning, immediately became eight degrees weaker after seeing the eyes of the great god: "Don't you think, should I explain it?"

"Explain what?" Jiang Jincheng took off his hat, stretched out his hand and snorted at the ears covering his forehead, and was satisfied only when the triangular ears stood up.

Great God, your attitude is so commonplace, it makes it seem like I take things seriously.But don't you really feel the need to explain it? !

"It's... the relationship between us." Ling Mao's voice was calm, and his expression was equally natural.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Jincheng stretched out his fingers and gently pinched the ears on the top of his head.

Ling Mao's whole body was numb all of a sudden, as if Tianling Gai had been struck by a small lightning and flowed all over his body, his spinal cord and muscles were all numb.It's not very easy to even use your brain: "The relationship between the two of us..."

Jiang Jincheng stretched out his arms, and tightly hugged Ling Mao in his arms. The hands on Ling Mao's cat's ears were evenly applied from light to heavy, but flexible.Ling Mao's eyes narrowed immediately, and he was so comfortable that he almost meowed a few times.

"Yes, a romantic relationship." Jiang Jincheng's pair of dark eyes are like a deep cold pool, making Ling Mao's body and spirit fight in the two layers of ice and fire.

But soon, he won't need to fight.

Jiang Jincheng lowered his head and sealed his lips.And the hand kneading his cat's ears on top of his head also became stronger.The slight pain on his lips and ears made Ling Mao's whole body tremble, and a raving sound came out of his throat.He was low and hoarse, yet soft like a cat, scratching Jiang Jincheng's heart like countless cat's paws.

The hand around Ling Mao's waist exerted force, and his right foot got stuck between the two slender legs.Ling Hao felt that his two ounces of meat were being rubbed against the strong thigh of the Great God, even at the root of the thigh, being rubbed hard by the muscular thigh of the Great God.

Painful, yet comfortable.

The trousers had been pulled down below the hips, and the released cat's tail was curled around the Almighty's wrist.And that hand completely covered Ling Mao's two buttocks, grasping and kneading vigorously.

In such a short period of time, the Great God has already touched Ling Mao's body clearly.After a few movements, Ling Mao was so comfortable that he couldn't find the north, and his whole body was shaking.The waist, which was not as wide as the master's palm, also began to swing vigorously, rubbing against the master's thigh.

And Xiao Mao'er had already left wet marks on the pants of the Great God.

In Ling Mao's ears, there was only his own rapid panting, and the rough and heavy breathing of the Great God.Surrounding him are all the powerful male hormones of the Great God, invading from every pore of his body, squeezing out the sweat inside.What makes him creamy is like a fish caught ashore.

"Hmm... um..." The tail hooked the Great God's wrist, and when it was about to reach the top, Ling Mao shouted in a daze, "Touch me, rub it..."

However, the master suddenly picked up Ling Mao's whole body, put him on the bed and covered him with a quilt.

Ling Mao let out a dissatisfied nasal sound, but he became more sober.

His distracted eyes finally focused, and when he saw the person at the door, the hand that was stretched down under the quilt to give him a hand stopped.

What the hell!What the hell!What the hell!

God, when did your dad open the door!

No matter how many verbal explanations, it becomes so pale—Ling Mao silently lit a candle in his heart, come on, don't even think about explaining, this is something that can't be washed away with strong stain remover.

Jiang's father looked at the scene in the room and fell silent.