Vol 2 Chapter 1138: The eldest grandson, Xiao Ruize

"Boss, we will definitely work hard and will not disappoint your expectations."

Xu Ruoxuan suddenly let go of the rein, let go of his mouth with both hands, making a trumpet shape, and shouted loudly.

"Okay, I'm waiting for your good news."

Lin Qingluo didn't look back, he waved his arms and galloped his horse.

Braving the wind and rain, the convoy accelerated forward, turned over a low hill, and disappeared from sight.

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Ten days later, the canyon, the bamboo house.

The granddaughter returned, the father-in-law came to visit, and the Duke and his wife of Zhen Guo were overjoyed. They set off firecrackers by the lotus pond and held a grand banquet. It was as lively as the New Year.

"Sister, sister, tell us about the war."

When the little brothers saw their sister, they were like colts having fun, laughing and making noise at the banquet.

Little Twelve and Little Thirteen, relying on their small size, each hugged their sister's arm and wrapped around her sister to tell stories.

"Wow......"

The two-month-old baby, Lin Ruize, the fifth-generation grandson of the Lin family and the first person in the Rui family, was awakened by the deafening sound of firecrackers, pursed his mouth, and cried with a loud cry.

The loud crying sound is full of energy, and it sounds like an energetic brat.

"Rui Ze, good baby, don't cry, don't cry."

Ye Xue'e hugged her grandson, her eyes were full of pampering, the kindness in her eyes could almost turn into water.

"Xue'e, come, let mother hug the little great-grandson."

Mrs. Ye's eyes were hot, she greeted her daughter with a smile, and also wanted to hug the baby.

"Mom, please slow down."

Ye Xue'e hugged her grandson, carefully handed it to her mother, and joked with a smile: "The little boy of the Lin family is very strong and heavy, and his arms will become sore after holding him for a while."

"Hahaha."

Mrs. Ye was happy to hear that, and she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.

"Wow..."

Little Ruize seemed to feel uncomfortable in the hug, and continued to cry as he kicked his short, fleshy legs.

"Hey, this child can really cry."

"Mother, let me hug my little nephew."

Lin Qingluo made a clever effort to break away from the two pestering little brothers, and leaned over with a smile, just in time to catch the little baby.

"Be careful too."

Ye Xue'e smiled and warned: "Don't look at him, he's only two months old, he's already weighed 11 catties, he's as heavy as a pig's leg."

"hehe."

Lin Qingluo listened to the music, and tilted the baby in her arms, smelling the intoxicating fragrance of little milk, her heart and eyes were full of pampering.

"elder sister."

"Master."

"We also want to hug little Ruize."

The young men were very curious about the baby, so they all gathered around and poked their heads to look into the baby.

Little Twelve and Little Thirteen, squeezed in front, pulled the quilt away with their hands, trying to pinch their fleshy short legs.

"Wow."

Listening to the noisy laughter, little Ruize kicked his short legs and cried louder.

"Hey, why are you still crying?"

Two drops of cold sweat dripped from the back of Lin Qing's head, and he hugged the fat little body, helpless.

"Clatter."

Suddenly, a fountain of warm liquid gushed out.

"I'm going to pee."

Stone's eyes were sharp, he let out an exclamation, and quickly retreated.

Lin Qingluo's mind tightened, she held the baby resolutely, and jumped up from the chair.

The little baby was peeing happily, but the wind wing reacted half a beat slower, and couldn't dodge in time, so he bared all over his body, and half of his pants were wet.

The corners of his eyes twitched, he shook his pants, and wanted to vomit blood.

"Hahaha."

The brothers looked at his aggrieved face with a depressed face and nowhere to vent, and laughed while covering their stomachs.

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