"Mommy, daddy scares me!" Leng Yicheng turns around and complains towards the summer solstice.

The summer solstice touched his son's soft hair and said with a gentle smile, "he's joking with you. Mommy is here. If he hits you, Mommy will help you fight back!"

Cold weather

"Smelly boy, when did you learn to complain?"

He snorted with awe inspiring force.

Leng Yicheng hummed back.

The summer solstice spoiled the son to kiss, took the cold day to drink the water cup to put aside.

"You have a rest. Stop talking!"

She gave him a warning and went to the sofa with her son in her arms.

She took out the wool and continued to knit the scarf. When fu MA came over this morning, she helped her start again.

On a cold day, Jun's face tensed when she saw that she was making the scarf again.

"Mommy, how long will this be finished?"

Leng Yicheng sits on one side, obediently looking at her not very skillfully wearing a scarf.

"Well It should be a few days! " I don't know how long the summer solstice will take.

"As far as your mommy's craft is concerned, it may not be finished in ten days and a half months." The cold weather broke a sentence.

Summer solstice mouth smoked to smoke, the head also does not return to fight a sentence, "don't look down upon me, wait for me to be skilled, natural fast."

"Well, Mommy's right! A little bit... " Leng Yicheng nodded and turned to make a face at the man lying on the bed.

Cold day narrowed to MI Feng Mou, continue to tease son, "Leng Yi Cheng, your mummy weaves of so ugliness, you dare to wear out?"

"Dare Leng Yicheng didn't even think about it.

The summer solstice is full of confidence. Having a son is enough.

"I'll see if you're not afraid of other jokes."

Cold days continue to poison the tongue, is to see that scarf is not pleasing to the eye.

"Mommy weaves it for me. Do other children have it?"

Leng Yicheng looks back at him.

"Of course, other mummy weaves better than your mummy!"

"You haven't seen it. How do you know?"

Cold day picked next brow, "your mommy just learned, craft nature is not as good as others!"

Leng Yicheng puffed his face and snorted, "anyway, I'm a child. I'm not afraid. Do you have one?"

I was blocked by my son's words.

I took a document and read it in cold weather.

The boy is getting worse and worse.

Xia Zhi smiles, hugs his son's little shoulder and kisses him on his little face.

She wore a scarf seriously and whispered to her son from time to time. After more than ten minutes, she looked back at the quiet man on the bed and saw that he was reading the document with a frown.

"I told you not to look at the papers? Why do you think it's not too late to be busy after a few days off! "

On a cold day, hearing her voice, he raised his eyes and looked at her. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth were hooked, "no one to accompany me, I'm bored, what do I look at if I don't look at the documents?"

The summer solstice is silent.

"Isn't baby and I accompanying you?"

"I didn't see that it was your mother and son who left me behind!"

The accusation of Leng Tianli Zhiqi Zhuang.

She laughed, picked up things, with her son in the past, simply sitting on his bed with a scarf.

"Daddy, when will your injury be cured?"

Leng Yicheng's little hand touched his head.

Cold day side Mou slanted one eye son, "why?"

"If you don't leave the hospital, Mommy can't go home!" Leng Yicheng pouts her lips. Her cheeks are bulging, lovely and naughty.

He laughed, his eyes flashed, pinched his son's little nose teasingly, "want to go home?"

Leng Yicheng gave him a small look.

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