When he finished speaking and turned around to ask Mommy for a hug, he saw that the spot where Ranran and Momo were sitting had been occupied by the eldest brother and the fifth brother.
Mo Zizhong and Long Qian each held one arm of Mo Xiaodie, and like their sisters, their little heads were pressed against their mother's arms to act coquettishly.
"You-" He pointed at his two brothers and pouted in grievance.
"You guys are so boring, Mommy, I want a hug too." As he said that, he imitated Dudu and extended his hand to Mo Xiaodie.
Mo Xiaodie held her fat son's little hand with a smile on her face, brought him into her arms, and prepared to let him sit on her lap like Dudu.
However, before Long Bai's little butt touched her legs, Mo Zizhong and Long Qian issued warnings almost at the same time: "Long Bai, mommy is injured. Are you sure you want to sit on her with your weight?"
On your legs?”
Long Bai, who was about to sit down just now, was stunned. Yes, Mommy is so thin and lost too much blood trying to save him. He couldn't sit on Mommy's lap, but he really wanted to be hugged by Mommy.
manage?
He pouted, stood aggrievedly in Mo Xiaodie's arms, bent his chubby little body, and hugged Mo Xiaodie's neck.
"Mommy, I'm sorry, you were injured because you were trying to save me." His voice was soft and soft, with a hint of coquettishness.
It turns out that holding mommy feels so happy!
Mo Xiaodie was hugged by her fat son and felt warm in her heart. However, she felt a little distressed when she saw the fat son's posture was so uncomfortable.
"Come on, Liubao, sit on mommy's lap, it's okay."
She patted her legs and wanted to pull Long Bai to sit down.
Long Bai quickly broke away from her arms and said with some embarrassment: "No, I'm too fat and I'm afraid Mommy's legs will hurt."
Long Qian hugged Mo Xiaodie's arm and chuckled: "Long Bai, you finally know yourself."
Long Bai glanced at him without saying anything, and finally focused on Mo Zizhong.
"Brother, give me your position and let me hold Mommy!"
Mo Zizhong raised his eyebrows: "Why?"
Long Bai pointed at him: "You still have the nerve to ask me why?"
"First of all, as the eldest brother, you should let me, your younger brother, do everything."
"Second, you have been following Mommy since you were a child, and you have been held by Mommy since you were a child. Long Qian and I have been taken away by bad guys since we were children. Do you have the nerve to argue with me now?"
What he said was righteous.
As the eldest of the nine twins, Mo Zizhong was speechless this time, because what the fat younger brother told was the truth. Therefore, he could only stand up and give up his position to him.
Long Bai held Mo Xiaodie's arm, and his voice was as soft and soft as Ranran's: "Mommy, let me show you a nice video."
As he spoke, he picked up the remote control on the coffee table, turned on the TV in the living room, and soon found a video of Mo Zili playing the guitar, singing and dancing.
"At the age of seven, I had a happy childhood. But I could only stay with the piano. The sunshine outside the window was so bright, but I could only stand on the window sill and look at it."
"Guitar, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, my seven-year-old life was rich and colorful."
"Carousel, windmill, horse riding, my seven-year-old dream can only be given up."
"Trouble, worry, there are so many worries at the age of seven that I can't even put them in a treasure chest!"
In the video, a little boy is walking and dancing in a vineyard. The dance combines the characteristics of folk dances from various countries, and is lively and cute.
"This is -?" Mo Xiaodie pointed at the TV with a puzzled look on her face.
Isn't this kid the little boy she met downstairs just now?
Long Bai patted his chest: "Mommy, he is Mo Zili, the little child star who has become famous all over the Internet recently."
"Mommy, I also want to learn dancing and guitar. I want to be the second Mo Zili, the dazzling fox in Yucheng!"