"Well, you won't go to school today. Mommy will take you out to play, okay?"
"Okay, I'll tell my sister to get up." Hanhan was very happy after hearing this. He hurriedly got out of his mother's arms and went to shake his sleeping sister. His soft childish voice was soft and waxy, "Xuanxuan, wake up, wait a minute, mom."
Want to take us out to play."
Fu Xuan was sleeping deeply. She was suddenly woken up. She didn't know what she just heard. She just stretched out her hand to rub her eyes, and her little mouth pouted and said dissatisfied: "Mom, don't let me shake me! I want more."
Go to sleep, I’m so sleepy.”
"Mom said she wanted to take us out to play, won't you go? If you don't go, I'll leave you at home alone." Seeing that his sister couldn't get up, Hanhan approached her and started to threaten her.
"I want to go. I don't want to be alone at home. I'm afraid." Fujue finally woke up. She saw her sister and mother looking at her with a smile. She threw herself into Yinghan's arms with a red face, "Mom, I
Going."
"Okay, okay, everyone, go. Mom won't leave you behind. You and your sister are going. Come on, let's wash our faces." Yinghan picked up the children and put them on the ground, told them to wash their faces, and then started to tidy them up.
Room.
Although the two children were born from the same fetus, Hanhan, who was ten minutes older than Fuxuan, was always more sensible. He rarely cried in front of her and rarely acted coquettishly. On the other hand, Fuxuan always cried.
She likes to be clingy. The two children look exactly the same, and outsiders have never told them apart. She can tell which daughter it is just by looking at their expressions and demeanor.
After the two children had washed up, Yinghan had already served them glutinous rice porridge. Fuxuan was in a good mood. As soon as she sat on the chair, she smiled brightly at Yinghan and said, "Mom, can you feed me?"
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"Xuanxuan, eat by yourself, mom is already very tired from cooking breakfast." Hanhan glared at his sister, this little guy likes to act like a spoiled brat, it's really troublesome.
Yinghan usually rarely has time to talk to her children, because they only have more time to talk to her when they come back from school in the evening. She doesn't frown now, she just glances at her eldest daughter comfortingly, and then takes the hand of her younger daughter.
The little bowl inside said softly: "Okay, mom, feed our little baby, but mom has one condition. Our little baby must be well behaved and not cry when we go out today."