The sun is shining brightly and the autumn breeze is refreshing.
The distant mountains are stacked on top of each other, majestic and majestic. The mountains are clear, the water is clear, and the grass is green. The laughter and laughter of people in the distance reach my ears as I lie drowsily on the armchair.
"Mother, I love you, mother." The next moment, there was a small ball of fat in my arms.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a little fat guy. His face is round, and his eyes are also round, and they are shining brightly, as if they are always scheming.
I always feel that Xiaomi’s eyes look like mine, but other parts are too small to be seen.
That day when the sun came out of the Yu Renmeng, I also received a palm from Yang Yumo. At that time, I didn't know that I already had a little fan in my belly. When I discovered it, my injury had just healed.
The smelly old man said that I couldn’t have this child, that it was a curse. Plus, when I was pregnant with him, I suffered severe internal injuries. Even if I gave birth to him, he might not be a healthy child.
But I have always been undecided, wondering whether I should get rid of the child or give birth to him. Every time I thought about not letting go of the child, at the last moment, I still couldn't let go.
The smelly old man naturally saw that I was hesitating, so at that time, he prepared medicinal baths for me every day. Because I was pregnant, I had to take good care of my body before deciding whether to give birth to the child.
As a result, in the end, the child grew up in my belly day by day, and then I gave birth to him. Because I didn’t know who the child’s father was, I simply named him Qian Mingmi.
When he was first born, he was a fat boy. He was afraid that the little boy would not be healthy, but he would end up being too healthy and over-nourished. His body grows faster and his brain works better. The smelly old man said that because he is my child, he is so smart.
People, please people.
I held Xiaomi in my arms. His round body was like a ball and looked very cute. After thinking about it again and again, I frowned and said, "Xiaomi, did you eat something secretly? Why did Xiaomi eat something again?"
It's heavy?"
Looking at Xiaomi's pink lips, they are greasy and shiny, and she can tell that she has eaten a greasy fish and meat.
He put his chubby little hand on his mouth and said with a sweet smile: "No, mother, Xiaomi didn't eat it secretly." I was about to ask, but Xiaomi had already wrapped his arms tightly around my neck, his greasy pink
He kept kissing my face with his lips, "Xiao Mi loves mommy the most. Does mommy also love Xiaomi the most? Mommy smells sweet."
Seeing his sweet smile, you can tell what this little guy is planning. Seeing him is like seeing myself. Usually, the sweeter the smile, the more likely he is to plot against someone.