Chapter 358

"Ah."

I heard a short breath.

I quickly pushed away Ling Mo fan and looked at the sound source.

See small Chen Leng Leng stand at the stair mouth to look at us.

May be wake up in the afternoon came down to me, eyes are still very misty, hair is also soft in the top of the head up.

"Xiaochen?" I said with a dry smile, "are you up for a nap? Well, mom will pour you milk

Xiaochen seems to wake up, while walking to us, while rubbing his eyes: "Oh."

"I'll go." Ling Mo fan pressed my shoulder and went to the kitchen by himself.

"Come on, Xiao Chen." I stretched out my hand toward Xiaochen, and he obediently went to the sofa and curled up in my arms.

"Mom and Dad, what were you doing just now?" Xiaochen asked.

"That Ah, yes, it seems that something went into mom's eyes just now, and then Dad was blowing for mom. " I almost admired my wit and blinked.

"Oh..." Xiaochen straightened up from my arms, small hands holding my face, "then I also help my mother blow."

Looking at his soft cute appearance, my heart is soft into a pool of water, holding him a kiss.

"Mom, mom." Xiaochen seems to be sober by my kiss, his hand is still touching my face, but his face is gradually red.

It's like this is the first time I've ever kissed him like this.

Maybe It's the first time someone has ever kissed him like this.

When I think of it, I feel sad, but I'm afraid Xiaochen will repel me. So I hurriedly say, "well, mom didn't mean to, because she thinks Xiaochen is too cute, so she just kisses Xiaochen. This is the mother's move to express her love to Xiaochen. "

"Oh." Xiaochen nodded slowly, and slowly covered his face where I had just been kissing him.

"Does Xiaochen feel or not used to it?" I said, "if you don't like it, mom won't kiss Xiaochen first."

"No, it doesn't matter." Xiaochen shook his head, "like."

"That mother kisses every day." I said, bending my eyes. Xiaochen is really more and more lovely. If such a lovely son can't be hugged every day, what's the meaning of life?

"Yes, I can kiss a lot." Xiaochen against the red quickly dripping bleeding face soft said.

I couldn't resist such a child at all. I couldn't help lowering my head and kissing him again: "OK, mom kisses Xiaochen a lot every day."

"Cough." Ling Mo fan's voice came, I turned to see him, saw him carrying a milk bottle, the face is not very good looking at us.

"Dad." Xiaochen still stares at the face of red blood drop, low voice ground called a.

"Here, drink the milk." Ling Mofan handed him the bottle.

Xiaochen took the milk and drank it obediently.

He is the kind of child who will be very focused when he does something, so in his eyes at the moment, he can only drink milk and nothing else can disturb him.

Ling Mofan began to coquetry me again: "wife, I'm jealous."

"What kind of vinegar?" I pretended not to understand, "thirsty to drink water, what vinegar to eat?"

"You said you had to kiss your son a lot every day." Ling Mo fan wronged Ba Ba's way, "you don't kiss me many times every day."

"Go, many adults, like children, care about their sons." I reluctantly put out my index finger against his face and said, "go to do your own business. Have you finished your work?"

"No matter what, I'll work from home in the future, and I'll soon be able to finish those jobs." Ling Mo fan held my finger, "I also need a lot of kisses every day."

Well, I can't resist this man's rare coquetry.

"I see. Will you take Xiaochen to read later?" I nodded, "just let you father and son closer."

Ling Mo fan wrinkled his nose. Although he pretended to be reluctant, he still got up and walked to Xiaochen obediently: "son, let's go. Dad will take you to read a book."

Xiao Chen is trying to accept Ling Mo fan's new identity as his father, so he goes upstairs with Ling Mo fan with a bottle in his arms.

I look at the father and son, a large and a small similar figure, especially gratified.

Recently, Ling Mo fan began to work at home.

Every day, he still gets up according to the normal work and rest time, and has breakfast with his family. Then he goes to work. Under the guidance of all kinds of teachers, I begin to exercise and carry out prenatal education and so on.

We have lunch and take a nap together. In the afternoon, we will take Xiaochen to play and read books. In the evening, we will pick up Xiaoshuang home from school and have dinner together. After dinner, it is the family's time for exercise and entertainment.

Day by day in the past, plain and warm, every day there will be small episodes, like flowers dotted in the grass.

I don't know what Ling Mo fan has done. Xiao Chen has been sticking to him a lot recently. Looking at his father's appearance, his eyes are full of worship, which makes me jealous.Ling Mofan is very proud. He said that no one would rob him of his wife's favor.

What can I do except give him a white eye?

That day, I cut the fruit for the father and son. When I opened the door, I saw two similar faces together.

Xiao Chen sits in Ling Mo fan's arms and stares at the picture book in front of him.

Ling Mo fan, wearing glasses and with a low voice, pointed to the picture book and told him the story.

Ling Mo fan like this is something I have never seen.

It's just like dad.

The weather is getting warmer. Today, the sun is very good. The breeze blows the curtains and drives the ends of their hair. The light is bright but not dazzling. It seems to cover them with a soft halo.

I leaned against the door and looked at them. I only remembered one word in my mind: quiet years.

In fact, I don't know how long I have been standing there, until Ling Mo fan and Xiao Chen are very anxious to come to me.

Ling Mo fan took the fruit tray in my hand and put it aside. Then he held me and asked me to sit down on the sofa. Then he began to squat on the ground and massage my legs. At the same time, he was still nagging: "why don't you make a sound when you come? How long have you been standing? I'm so obsessed with telling stories to Xiaochen that I didn't notice you. I'm sorry. "

"I'm sorry. I just think it's very strange to see you look like your father. I'll forget when I look at you." I'm embarrassed to smile, this time I feel a little sore leg.

"Mom..." Xiaochen fork a piece of fruit to my mouth, "you eat."

"Well, Xiaochen is so good. Xiaochen eats it himself." I bit the piece of fruit into my mouth, "what books did dad and Xiaochen read today?"

Xiaochen sat beside me, feeding me and Ling Mo fan with fruit, while telling the story Ling Mo fan told him just now in his milky voice.

"Xiaochen is very clever. He can remember what I told him once, and then he can say it in his own words." Ling Mo fan looked at me with special pride, "really worthy of our children."

"Yes? I also think Xiaochen is very powerful. The story just now is excellent. " I praise Xiaochen without stint.

"Mom, I like..." Xiaochen pointed to the picture book, "I also want to draw."

"Well? Does Xiaochen want to draw? Do you like drawing? " I sat up straight and was surprised that Xiaochen could find his hobby. "Xiaochen also wanted to draw his mind, right? Just like these books, draw Xiaochen's own story? "

"Well, I think..." Xiaochen nodded. After a period of time to get along with and run in, Xiaochen has more and more will also more and more dare to express their ideas.

"Well, Dad, what do you say?" I asked, "do you want a teacher? Or let Xiaochen use his own ideas to draw first? I can't make up my mind. "

"Xiaochen, do you want to try your own painting first?" Ling Mo fan asked, "is it good for you to draw your inner world and the world you see by yourself?"

"Good." Xiaochen nodded obediently.

"OK, dad will buy you tools later." Ling Mo fan bent his eyes, "Xiao Chen himself try to see another book, OK? Dad will massage mom first and then go over. "

Xiaochen cleverly holds the book to one side to look.

"You also think that if you hire a teacher, it will restrict Xiaochen's original imagination and creativity, right?" I asked.

"Well, children's imagination is very rich, especially Xiaochen. His emotions are not that kind of exposed type. His inner world is gorgeous and colorful. He wants to find another way to express his emotions. I support him very much." Ling Mo fan looks down at the road.

My stomach is getting bigger and bigger, sometimes my legs ache, and sometimes I can't sleep at night. So he went to ask the teacher how to massage more comfortable, which can relieve the pain, and then he would press it for me all the time.

Every night, as long as I have some movement, he will wake up. He has never complained. Sometimes he is too tired to open his eyes. But his hands will move before his eyes. He will feel for me to massage, and his mouth will coax him to say, "OK, it doesn't hurt. You can sleep, and I'll press it for you."

Looking at the black eye circles of our same model, I feel sorry for him.

He is really a good husband and a good father.

Before I watched some videos and stories on the Internet, many of them said that when I was pregnant, my husband was not good to her, and then I was particularly aggrieved and wanted to separate, which made me scared.

At that time, my emotion was particularly fragile. Seeing that Ling Mo fan's emotion was a little wrong, I would feel that it was not my reason.

But every time he can accurately detect my uneasiness, and then use his own actions to appease me.

Never impatient, always tolerant and gentle.

"Oh, comrade Xiaoling, have you been studying children's education lately? It's so reasonable. " I covered my mouth and laughed.

"That's a must." Ling Mo fan nodded, his eyes suddenly dim, "after all, we I want to give our children the best I canI got a little stuck.

The good days have passed for a long time, gradually I have forgotten the pain, but it does not mean that the pain will not exist, also does not mean that Xiaochen can forget so soon.

We still need to work hard.

Ling Mo fan and I turned our heads and looked at Xiao Chen, who was reading carefully. His face was calm and calm. The past haze was gone, and only soft light was left.