"Of course our child will be safe." Yu Zexiao nodded and patted her shoulder gently.
Soon, Jian Anning began her difficult career of "raising a baby".
She still has a bad appetite now. Generally, when pregnant women are more than three months old, their morning sickness will be much better, and some will have a strong appetite, but she still can't eat.
However, even if she couldn't take it, she still insisted on taking all the medicines prescribed by Feng Linxue every day. Even though she was really nauseous at the beginning and vomited after drinking a bowl, she did not give up.
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However, Zhao Ziyin finally solved the problem. When she came to Yu's house to see her on the weekend, she heard about her discomfort, held Mo Yangyang in her arms, and smiled at her understandingly: "You should have told me earlier!
I have some sour plums that I made specially when I was pregnant and couldn’t eat. The taste is absolutely refreshing, and I guarantee you will never forget it for the rest of your life after eating it!”
Although Zhao Ziyin was only pregnant with a little one, Mo Yangyang's destructive power was no less than that of the two little ones in Jian Anning's belly. This kid also tormented her for who knows how long until he got Liu Zixin's unique secret book
, to turn the crisis into safety.
While Zhao Ziyin was talking, Mo Yangyang, who had baby teeth, used his mother's collar as the best tool to grind his teeth. He was already over a year old and could already speak simple conversations. At this time, he was lying in his mother's arms, watching
Looking at Jian An Ning who was very close at hand, she opened her mouth excitedly. Although she was wearing a handsome little suit, her little fat paws kept waving dishonestly, and her fat little body worked hard to stay in her mother's arms.
I was willing to move, trying to break away from my mother's arms, throwing myself into her arms, and kept calling her "Aunt Piao Piao", which is homophonic: "Pretty Aunt"!
"You bastard, don't move!" Zhao Ziyin punched his little butt. Mo Yangyang was really like his father. He stared at pretty beauties wherever he went. He was young and cute.
, all the adults like him very much. This boy also enjoys the feeling of being held in the arms of his beautiful sister. I really don’t know what he will be like in the future!
"It's okay, I'll give him a hug." Jian Anning saw the lively and active Mo Yangyang, and felt extremely envious. It would be great if she could also give birth to such a healthy and lively baby.
I hugged Mo Yangyang last time, and she became pregnant not long after I came back. Doesn't that mean that if I continue to hug this healthy fat boy, I can have one - no, two smart and healthy ones?
The little guy?
Mo Yangyang is over a year old, and he actually weighs thirty pounds. His chubby hands are like lotus joints. When Jian Anning hugged him, he was still a little heavy-handed, but Mo Yangyang no longer recognized life, and smiled towards Jian Anning.
Drill in your arms.
"Is he very heavy? Most people can't carry him." Zhao Ziyin was a little worried. In fact, Mo Yangyang is already an overweight child. Being so fat in the future will not be good for the child's development. But this guy is a natural
I'm a foodie and I'm really fat.
"It doesn't matter, it's strong." Jian Anning was really envious. She looked at Mo Yangyang in front of her and threw his paws at her with a smile, and stepped on her legs with his little feet: "If these two in my belly can keep up with