Year after year, she sat by her side and put a picture book on her leg. However, the book was reversed, but he was still reading it seriously.
Su Xiangwan didn't care about him. After all, children are at the age of playing.
From the downstairs, I can see the mother and son sitting together, leaning their heads against her every year, looking at the picture books in their hands, which is indescribable warmth.
Mu Beiting's sight softened a bit, and bowed his head to kiss Su Xiangwan.
Lips just fall, every year dissatisfied with his babbling up, do not know what to say.
Mu Beiting glanced at him and ignored the monkey spirit.
After changing clothes, the employer sent some fruit.
When the mother didn't have much time, she sent up a large plate of fruit cuts.
Su Xiangwan read the script carefully and was busy reciting his lines. In addition, he didn't feel hungry, so he didn't move.
Mu Beiting took a strawberry and sent it to her lips.
Su Xiangwan had to raise her head. In the face of every year, she was a little embarrassed, but she still opened her mouth.
But before the strawberries were sent to her mouth, they climbed to the sofa in a hurry every year. The meat puffed hands grasped the strawberries and held them tightly in their hands. Even because the strength was a little heavy, the strawberries squeezed out a lot of juice.
Not waiting for Su to open her mouth in the evening, she threw strawberries on the sofa every year.
With a bang, a good carpet was dyed red.
Su sat up in the evening and took a paper towel to wipe his hand so as not to scratch it all over the place.
And Mu Beiting stares at the kid in front of him, his face looks ugly.
You know how to rob existence.
Su Xiangwan wiped his hands carefully and said in a warm voice, "don't waste food or throw it on the ground. It will be very hard for my aunt to clean up. Do you know?"
Year after year, he nodded his head and grinned at Su Xiangwan, showing a smiling face.
Su Xiangwan couldn't bear to talk about him, and planned to continue reading the script.
Every year, I spent a few minutes climbing off the sofa and grabbing a strawberry again. It seems that because I knew that the strawberry would be rotten if it was too heavy, it was much lighter this time.
Seeing his action, Mu Beiting narrowed his eyes.
Every year, he climbed onto the sofa again, learning the appearance of Mu Beiting, and sent strawberries to Su Xiangwan's mouth, and then babbled.
On that pair of dark grape like eyes, Su Xiangwan's heart was softened a little bit.
Open the mouth to pick up the strawberry, bit a warm voice: "every year really good."
The little guy suddenly showed a small face, eyes all smile, completed two crescent moon, unspeakable lovely.
The mother and son were having a good time, but mu Beiting's face was getting darker and darker. He was staring at the kid in front of him who was still wearing open crotch pants. He just wanted to pick him up and throw him out of the window to sleep with general and Yaoji.
Seeing that Mu Beiting's face was not good, Su Xiang, who had been cleaned up last night, was afraid that the city gate would catch fire and hurt the fish in the pond. He kissed his little face every year and said in a warm voice, "why don't you give Baba every year? Shall we get dad a strawberry, too
Su Xiangwan said as he watched Xiangmu Beiting. He didn't know whether he could understand his words every year.
Every year, he followed Su Xiangwan's eyes to see Mu Beiting for a while, and then nodded his head solemnly.
Then, he slipped off the sofa, reached for a strawberry, and held it to Mu Beiting's babbling mouth.
Mu Beiting's face softened a little, and he snorted. This little bastard knew the current affairs.
Immediately, he bent down slightly, so that he could reach for the strawberry to his mouth every year.
But he just bent down, strawberries did not wait to touch his lips, every year he put his hand back, put it on his mouth, and bit with his baby teeth.