Ye Zhenzhen's life of raising a baby is very leisurely.
The baby in her belly was very obedient and didn't bother her mother. Ye Zhenzhen had eaten and drank well these days and gained a lot of weight. She didn't need to interfere with the matter of intercourse. Xuan Niang and others were taking care of it outside. It was something she needed to worry about.
Even less.
So she focused on her son.
Cui Zhiduan is becoming more and more sensible, and he is becoming more and more like a big brother. Every day when he comes back from school, he talks to his unborn sister about what he learned during the day, what interesting things he encountered, and what delicious food he ate.
Food...all kinds of food, just to name a few.
Ye Zhenzhen was a little disgusted, this kid had never reported this to her before.
So she developed a bad taste and began to torment her son.
In her previous life, she often saw other people dressing their children in cute outfits. Ye Zhenzhen had always been eager to try it, but now she finally had the heart to try it out. Whether it was the maids around her or the embroiderers in the sewing room, they were all very cooperative. No matter what kind of clothes she wanted, they all
Came out very promptly.
So there were many cute animal costumes in Ye Zhenzhen's cage, such as pants with long tails, tops with wings, hats with tiger ears... Not to mention Ye Zhenzhen, even the maids were attracted by the cuteness after seeing them.
No, I just can’t wait for the young man to wear it.
However, now the question arises, how can Cui Zhiduan wear these clothes? Although the five-year-old boy is not big, he is not a little boy who can be easily coaxed.
Ye Zhenzhen thought hard and finally had an idea.
On this day, Cui Zhiduan came back from school and came to his mother's place to chat with his sister as usual. He found that his mother was tapping her chin listlessly and sighing.
As a little warm boy, Cui Zhiduan immediately asked: "Mom, are you feeling unwell? Or is your sister making a fuss in your stomach?"
He learned what his father said. These days, when his mother is not in good spirits, his father always asks him this question.
Ye Zhenzhen glanced at him, lowered her eyelids, and sighed: "It's nothing, just a little boring."
Cui Zhiduan thought about it and felt that it was excusable. His mother had never left the house since she became pregnant with her sister. She would definitely be bored if she stayed in the house alone and couldn't go out to play.
"How about...Mom, let me play with you."
Cui Zhiduan said hesitantly. He really didn't know what he wanted to do with his mother, driving a train together?
But Ye Zhenzhen's eyes lit up and she suddenly became energetic: "Okay, son, you can accompany your mother to paint. My mother wants to paint, but she just needs a model."
Cui Zhicheng is used to modeling. He has been painted by his parents countless times since he was a child. He has already experienced it. He sat down directly on the couch and asked: "Mom, what posture do you want?"
Qiu Wu and others moved out Ye Zhenzhen's painting tools. She did not pick up the paintbrush immediately, but took her son's hand to the box, took out a piece of clothing from the top and handed it over: "Son, please put this
Put on some clothes."
Cui Zhiduan fiddled with the clothes in his hands, especially the long tail exposed on the back of his pants, which was exactly the same as Xue'er's tail, which puzzled him.
"Mom, what kind of clothes are these? They look a little strange."
Ye Zhenzhen was like a weird aunt, her eyes were shining with excitement, she touched her son's head tenderly, kissed his little face, and said: "These are the props mom needs for painting, son, please put them on."
But these clothes don't look so serious.
Cui Zhiduan's face was filled with confusion, and Ye Zhenzhen pretended to sigh: "That's all, forget it if you don't like it. I'll just find Sanlang and Silang to wear it later."
Sanlang and Silang are Cui Zhiduan's brothers. They are studying in Jingning and come back to the capital occasionally.
Cui Zhiduan became anxious when he heard this, and quickly held the clothes in his arms: "No, I will wear them."
Ye Zhenzhen snickered, this boy's temperament is like his father, he is also a jealous person and very possessive.
"Okay, mother, help you put it on."
So Ye Zhenzhen put on this cute outfit for Cui Zhiduan while he was looking awkward and confused, and then...
When Cui Weizhen came back from the Yamen, he found that Mingxiyuan today was a little strange. The maids had no idea where they had gone. As he walked into the house, he slowly heard whispers coming from inside, as well as various inhaled and suppressed sounds.
The screams were messy and strange.
What happened?
Then, my wife's voice came from inside: "Son, lie down and don't move around."
He took a long step and walked in. When he saw the scene clearly, he was choked and speechless for a long time.
At this time, when the sun was shining slightly, Zhen'er set up the easel. There were colorful paints and tools on the small table next to her. She was painting on the cloth at this time. The outline on the flaxen canvas had begun to take shape.
The person inside was none other than his precious son Cui Zhiduan.
At this time, Cui Zhiduan was lying on the kang, his face flushed, there was an indescribable awkwardness all over his body, and there was also a little bit of vague expectation. His dark eyes were staring at her mother, and she was so obedient that she didn't move.
.
He was wearing black, furry clothes, with a hood, two small round ears protruding from the hood, and a long cat tail on his butt. At this time, he was being covered by his hands.
Hold in arms.
With a short stature, a round and chubby figure, and a cat suit, he looks like a fat cat.
No wonder those maids all had their eyes shining, and even Cui Weizhen couldn't help but look at such cute looks, not to mention the maids who personally watched him grow up. If they didn't care about the difference between master and servant, they might
I was about to go up and pinch his white and tender little face.
Cui Weizhen had been in for a long time, and no one noticed his presence. He had to cough a few times before everyone turned their attention to him, and the maids saluted one after another.
Cui Zhiduan was attracted by this movement. He quickly looked up, subconsciously dropped the cat's tail in his arms, and called out embarrassedly: "Daddy."
I don't know if it's because of the shape, but even her voice seems to have a milky sound.
Cui Weizhen paused suspiciously.
At this time, the painter himself was unhappy: "Son, don't move. Mom hasn't finished painting yet. Quickly reposition her."
Cui Zhiduan looked at his father and saw that he had no intention of stopping him, so he lay down obediently again, picked up the tail from under his buttocks and hugged it to his chest again, looking at his mother cutely with his misty big eyes, waiting.
Mom, please finish the painting quickly.
Ye Zhenzhen was immediately overwhelmed by the cuteness. The damage done by Cui Zhiduan, who was wearing cute clothes, was simply off the charts. She finally suppressed the urge to move in her heart and sped up the movements in her hands.
It's rare that my son is willing to wear cute clothes, so he has to leave a painting to commemorate it.