Chapter 565

Grow up regardless of age.

And every time you grow up, you have to go through pain to understand the real growth.

Three years later.

The first hospital of T City, country C.

The door of the ward was opened, and then a three-year-old steamed stuffed bun with two pigtails and a bright smile slipped in.

The fleshy white and tender face and a pair of big bright eyes make people feel very cute at a glance.

"Good morning, grandma. The weather is fine today. Is grandma in a good mood?"

The steamed stuffed bun moved his short legs and ran to the hospital bed with a bright smile.

With bright eyes, he looked at the middle-aged woman on the hospital bed.

The middle-aged woman who had just finished drinking water with a cup immediately showed a loving smile when she heard the voice of small steamed stuffed bun.

Quickly put down the cup, slowly stretched out his hand and touched the head of the steamed stuffed bun.

"Well, well, grandma will be very happy as long as she sees small steamed stuffed buns and big steamed stuffed buns. She will be in a good mood naturally."

The middle-aged woman said lovingly, "what about the steamed stuffed bun? Are you having a good time today? Did you have fun with the children in the kindergarten? "

Hearing the middle-aged woman's question, the little steamed stuffed bun with a bright face suddenly tooted his mouth and looked depressed.

Seeing her like this, the middle-aged woman couldn't help asking, "what's the matter with the steamed stuffed bun? Have you been bullied by other children? "

The steamed stuffed bun shook his head and said in a cute childlike voice, "my brother doesn't let me play with other children. I can only play with my brother."

Hearing the speech, the middle-aged woman was stunned first, and then smiled.

"Little steamed stuffed bun is good. My brother is worried about you. He is afraid that you will be bullied and cry, so my brother won't let you play with other children. Don't be angry with my brother, OK?"

The middle-aged woman coaxed in her heart and analyzed things to let xiaobaozi resolve her depression.

Smelling the speech, the little steamed stuffed bun smiled brightly, "I'm not angry with my brother. I like playing with my brother. My brother protects me, I know."

Little steamed stuffed bun nodded very sensible, indicating that she was a little adult.

"Ha ha - little steamed stuffed bun is so good."

The middle-aged woman looked at the steamed stuffed bun and looked like a little adult. She couldn't help laughing.

"Mom, what makes you laugh so happy? I heard it from the outside. "

As soon as Lin Qianyi went outside the ward, he heard his mother's forthright laughter, so he couldn't help laughing and asked.

The middle-aged woman, looking at the daughter who pushed the door and walked in, and a cool little steamed stuffed bun about three years old behind her daughter, couldn't help laughing more happily.

"No, little steamed stuffed bun is saying that he likes playing with his brother, and he also likes his brother very much."

Xia Yuwei smiled and observed the reaction of the two steamed stuffed buns.

Sure enough, as expected.

The small steamed stuffed bun's white and tender face is stained with a layer of pink.

The cool little steamed stuffed bun is a radian in the corner of the mouth.

Looking at the two steamed stuffed buns' loving each other so much, Lin Qianyi was very pleased.

The two small steamed stuffed buns in her family are not only lovely, but also very sensible.

Well, I really envy my neighbors.

Lin Qianyi thought shamelessly.

"The little steamed stuffed bun is so good. Aren't you angry with the big steamed stuffed bun? Do you think big steamed stuffed bun brother is the best? "

Lin Qianyi pulled the cool big steamed stuffed bun behind him to the small steamed stuffed bun and said with a smile.

However, she looks like watching a play. What is it?

Is it really my mother?