Gu Yu also said that he is ready to let Gu Shi start children's wear.

Now, Huang Ling personally weaves the children's shoes.

Even more ridiculous is that Huang Ling weaving is worn by newborn babies.

Song worries came over and picked up a shoe that had been woven.

This shoe is very cute and beautiful.

When I saw this shoe, I couldn’t help but see the picture of the child wearing it.

Suddenly, full maternal love poured out.

"Huang Ling, too small." Song Wuzhe put his shoes in his palm and smiled.

"Not small, just born, the feet are not big." Huang Ling laughed.

"When my child was born, it was a hot day."

"You can wear it on a hot day."

"Don't be afraid to make a donkey?"

Huang Ling smiled and said: "Then wait until the weather is cold and wear it again."

"I am afraid that the weather is cold, the children's feet are big, and they are tightly dressed." Song has no worries, and there is not much flexibility.

Huang Ling’s meal, “Yes, this, why didn’t I think?”

She looked down and looked at Song's worry-free belly. She smiled badly. "I have been pregnant for more than eight months. I am very cold this winter. I am still worried that my child is frozen. Nothing, weaving one anyway." I will weave this one, we will weave it bigger, and we can wear it when we learn to walk."

"Stupid girl, so you are too tired." Song Wuxi laughed.

Huang Ling said happily: "Not tired, I have not heard of it, knitting sweaters will be tired."

Song Wuxi looked at Huang Ling, saw her familiar and speedy, and said: "You are so smart, there should be very few girls who will weave sweaters."

Because, there are all knitted.

"It’s been a long time since we haven’t weaved it.” Huang Ling smiled and said: “I used to give Gu Yu every year, but he...”

Huang Ling suddenly thought that it was not good to mention the previous things with Song Wuyou. She smiled slyly. "The past things, not mentioned."

Huang Ling knows that the past, Song Worry also remembers.

Huang Ling was worried about giving more care to her in front of her, fearing that she misunderstood her, and was afraid of adding unnecessary psychological burden to her.

"Who knows, he dislikes that you are not well woven, but also very arrogant, very disdainful, I wear hundreds of thousands of sweaters, you have the ability to sell your sweaters in the market before 100,000 pieces. Then consider giving me a woven." Song Wuxi laughed.

"Yes, that's right!" Huang Ling looked up and smiled at Song Wuxi. "Now think about him at that time, it is really irritating."

"If it were me, I must give him two slaps."

"I don't dare, he is very strong." And she loves him, and she is willing to beat him.

"In the future, you will give me a child to weave, dry mom to weave, warm heart card."

Huang Ling glanced softly at Song’s worry-free belly and said, “No worries, I hope this child is a girl.”

Song Wuwei smiled softly: "I hope too."

"I want to be as beautiful as you are, so good character, don't be like my character." When talking about the latter sentence, Huang Ling's eyes quickly swept away.

Her character, even the man she loves, will not love herself.

However, thinking of herdering the ancient platform, Gu Yu said that she was jealous of her because she liked her, and her heart was not uncomfortable.

She thought that Gu Yu had liked her and she married her.

Just like it, after Song Guifei came, he just fell in love.

There is a big difference between love and love.

A man can like you, but he may not love you deeply.

"Your character is very good."