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Even if she married and became a wife and a mother, Zhen Yi's life is still free, without the pressure of life and human relationships;

Even with a family and children, her work is still vivid, as the saying goes, she does not need to sacrifice anything for their home.

Therefore, after dinner in the night, it is usually such a scene:

Zhen Yi held a computer and sat on the sofa and wrote a self-defense book or the like for the design questions of the parties, while she sat next to her and read a book; from time to time, the two successively teased the little baby.

Bao'er Xiaodouding was sitting on the carpet himself, playing with his **** and crawling for a while, sitting on the ground for a while, spitting bubbles, and biting his fingers again, humming his own song.

Before Baoer learned to walk, she liked to crawl on her own.

Short hands and legs are not a problem. She is always energetic, waving her hands and legs in a fluttering way, crawling on and off, wearing a diaper on her ass, white, fat and wry, writhing.

Sometimes when she sees Baba and her mother calling her, she is even more delighted. The eyes like black grapes are lit up by the glory. "Ah" cries out, shaking her hand vigorously and crawling more vigorously. come.

She worked hard and hummingly, and finally crawled in front of Baba and Ma Ma, again puzzled. She lifted her hairy little head in embarrassment, her thin eyebrows clumped together, looking at Ma Ma for a while and Baba for a while.

Baba and Mama are both sitting on the sofa high, well, whose legs are she going to hug?

Yan Yan and Zhen Yi looked at her quietly at the same time, with a smile in their eyes.

Bao'er bulged his mouth, his dark eyes looked left and right, numb? This is her food; Baba? This is her toy.

Well, now she is full, and her belly is full, she laughs "giggling", and shortly, she swings her short legs to the side of Baba. The soft legs supported him, and he climbed up reluctantly. His short arms hugged Baba's legs and sat down on Baba's feet, but he refused to move.

Just looking up at the pink and tender little face, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..."

Zhen Yi twisted her face: "Eccentric guy."

Yan Ge picked up the child, let her sit on her lap, lowered her head and talked to her gently ...

In this way, every day, Bao'er would run and jump, without having to wait for the night to run to Baba and hug his thighs; every afternoon, as soon as he heard the car sound of Baba, the ears with bright ears would immediately throw down his mouth to eat , The toy in his hand, small steps came out of any corner of the house, and happily ran to the entrance.

Words and Zhen Yi can hear the sound of the little guy ’s footsteps and the joyful and cheerful cheering: "Baba Ba Ma Ma"

The next second, Bao'er rolled over like a bowling ball, hugged Baba's legs tightly, and let his legs jump up and down: "Baba Baba (hug) baby (hug)"

As soon as Yan Ge bent over to support her ass, Bao'er rubbed up and hugged her father. The little one sat in his father's arms and gurgled bubbles happily.

Xiao Yingning is very popular, but as the saying goes, the little one is very popular.

She has always been clever, will not cry unreasonably, will not lose her temper with the servants at home, nor will she scream at others; she will also come to eat and dress herself.

Especially when eating, Xiao Baoer should not be fooled or fed, sitting in the children ’s chair, and grabbing the spoon with a small hand to eat the rice, eating big mouths, never picky eaters. After eating, the small mouth and face were covered with rice grains.

Zhen commented, laughed at her, gently touched her face, touched the grains of rice, and Baoer gave a stunned look. The chick pecked at the rice, and "ahh" pecked the rice grains in his hand.

After thinking for a while, my little hand scratched on my face and found that there were no long grains on his face, so he raised his eyebrows wonderingly, why can Ma Ma harvest rice grains on her face?

really weird.

"Ma Mawan" said Bao'er Ruanuonuo.

"Okay, Mom will take you to the children's playground tomorrow, okay?"

"Aw (good)" The little guy ate his stomach bulgingly, looked down at his stomach, and the small paw grabbed the clothes and pulled down to cover the round belly.

Zhen Yi took Baoer out of the children's chair, put it on her lap, and rubbed her round belly.

"Oh," Bao'er whined comfortably, lazily rolling in Ma Ma's arms.

Zhen Yi glanced at the words she was concentrating on drinking soup and couldn't help laughing. She deliberately asked Baoer: "Children, your mother gave you a younger brother and sister, OK?"

"Ao"

"Then do you want a younger brother or a younger sister?"

"Dididididi" Bao'er still couldn't tell the difference between his brother and sister, so he chose a better one.

"Oh, a younger brother."

"One beep, two beeps, and three meimei" Baoer reached out his hand, and five short hands counted up and down, completely out of tune.

"Ah, so much," Zhen Yi kissed her face, and said, "Relax, my mother will try to find what my dad wants, and give us Baoer a lot of beep and meimei"

"..."

The opposite speech raised his eyes quietly to see Zhen Yi, this ...

Bao'er did not speak, but understood, and immediately turned to stare at Baba, full of admiration, as if the words were similar to machines that could freely change dolls, and bedi and meimei could be changed at will.

She stretched out her two hands, some of her little fingers straightened, some twisted, and yelled softly and briskly: "1, 2, 3 ... Um, 1, 2, 3, beep, meimei "

Speech: "..."

Going to the children's playground, Zhen Yi symbolically pulls the empty stroller, while Bao'er sits in his father's arms, biting his finger and looking left and right.

Today, Ma Ma tied a pink bow to her soft hair and wore a beautiful pettiskirt to her. But she still does n’t understand, she does n’t understand how beautiful she is, and she ’s blessed to look like dad ’s daughter.

Such an outstanding family of three, wherever you go, can attract the attention of passers-by.

There are not many people in the playground. The female dolls generally like to play in the bubble pool, bouncing around in the colorful bubble pool, but it is said that the baby likes to play the trampoline, tied to the rope and can be on the trampoline Jumped high.

But she was just over a year old, too young, the staff would not play with her.

She could only be carried by her father. She jumped left and right on a small box spring bed, jumped right, jumped for a while, rolled around for a while, and laughed happily.

Sometimes it was far away, and she was dragged back. So back and forth.

He sat on the trampoline, watching Bao'er play while looking at Zhen Yi inadvertently, saying:

"Children are like you."

"She obviously looks more like you ..." After she finished, she came to her consciousness and smiled, "Is it character, really kind of."

"Well," said indifferently, "like you, very good."

Zhen Yi leaned in, twisted her waist, and his flat belly gently touched his wrist: "What about this, I hope to be more like you."

The younger daughter, who was bouncing on the box-spring bed, said honestly: "I hope the children are like you."

Like a rainbow.

"No. You want to be beautiful."

Zhen Yi deflated,

"It's like me, these little cubs are all eccentric to you;

I do n’t care, the children born in the future should be like you, so they all prefer me. Humph. "

His expression was a little stunned, his eyes were clear, and he looked back at her for a while, and said shallowly: "No matter how many children there are, I will only bias you one."

Without warning, Zhen Yi was surprised. A joke, he got such a real answer. For a time, she thought of him inexplicably and said, "I think the love of husband and wife is to believe in you, respect you, keep you, protect you."

Even if there is a child, he will be most biased towards her;

If the child grows up in the future, goes to school, is sensible, rebellious, married, married ... All kinds of things, no matter what happens, between her and the child, he will bias her.

"Okay." Zhen Yi blinked and smiled generously, "Then you have to remember."

After playing for a while, the little guy plopped into his mother's arms and muttered shyly: "Boa, pee"

"Okay." Zhen Yi responded softly in her ears, holding Xiao Bao'er down and jumping on the bed. Bao'er walked on her own, clutching the hemp skirt with her small hands and running with her mother's short legs.

Yan Ge stood up and walked in the back, walking behind the two unhurriedly.

Today, Zhen Yi and Xiao Yingning wear mother and child outfits. Zhen Yi wore a ponytail, a plaid shirt, a white short skirt, and long thin legs; Bao'er **** a handful of hair and wore a small black and white plaid shirt like a linen, white skirt, small and thin Legs.

Sandals are the same as Ma Ma.

Bao'er looked up and talked to Ma Ma intermittently while trotting along with Ma Ma's skirt.

Yan Jie looked at two girls, one big and one small, well, there were still in his belly ... Looking at the beautiful backs of similar sizes, somehow, he bent his lips slightly.

A Zhen Yi, and a little Zhen Yi; he thought that when Zhen Yi was a child, she might be more lovely than Bao'er.

But, when Zhen Yi took her little daughter out of the bathroom ...

Bao'er still stuck to Ma Ma, the little one followed Ma Ma's leg, and the calf moved quickly, but ...

Ma Ma is relatively negligent, and the corner of the skirt behind is accidentally caught in the underwear, exposing white and soft underwear and soft buttocks,

With such a careless numbness, of course, Xiao Baoer is not spared. The little skirt is sandwiched in the small underwear, revealing the little **** and sponge baby of the children's pink ...

"..."

Yan Ge walked up, bent down, and gently pulled Baoer's little skirt out and put it away. At the same time, the other hand reached behind Zhen Yi and pulled her skirt down.

Zhen Yi looked back, met him, thought for a moment, smiled meaningfully with her lips pursed; that smile was like saying: Gee, how long have you been together, and still touched others' buttocks.

The words didn't explain. He leaned over and picked up the little Baoer who was still playing with his short legs, struggling to run, and put one arm in his arms, while the other hand took up Zhen Yi, and the palm was a little hard. , Safe and warm.

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