Gu Nuanxi wanted to hold back the pain and pick up her little meat, lowered her head, kissed the little guy's face, and didn't even let go of his son's double chin, "Son, Mom loves you so much."
"Mah, Mah~" the little guy with a milky smell shouted cutely.
Gu Nuanxi hugged the soft little guy tightly and was reluctant to let go. Her son is worthy of her love and protection with everything.
Later, she took a shower and the door was not closed. The little guy kept shouting Gu Nuanxi on the bed.
Dad seems to have become a thing of the past. At present, the new word he talks about is "mom".
Every time he shouted, Gu Nuanxi agreed.
The little guy looked at the bathroom with excited face.
After taking a shower, she wrapped herself in a bath towel and before she could change her pajamas, Jiang Chenshao stood behind her with a plaster, grabbed her arm, "Don't move, I'll put a new one for you."
"Honey, it smells so bad, and the beds are full of medicine at night, which is not good."
Jiang Chenshao taught his wife a little, "If medicine smells good, is it still called medicine? Shanjun is rushing to take it."
The little guy lay on the bed, drooling, and was silly and happy.
Jiang Chenshao carefully put the plaster on his wife's arm, which was flat and flat. He didn't even look at the contract seriously, so he had to stroke his hand. "Where are the wrist-protecting gloves?"
Gu Nuanxi pointed to the bathroom, Jiang Chenshao went in, took it out, and put it on for her again. "Don't move your wrist. I just said I'd come in and wipe the shower ball for you. Did your wrist hurt just now?"
A Xiaonuan nodded aggrievedly, acted coquettishly, "It hurts."
Jiang Chenshao looked at her and said with a distressed heart: "Xiao Nuan, my husband is for trouble, not for being polite."
After putting it on, Jiang Chenshao raised his hand, took her shower cap and wiped her hair, then pulled her to the bathroom, took a hairdryer, adjusted it, and raised his hand to blow his wife's hair.
After a while, no one played with the little guy outside, and was neglected by his parents, he was polite and cried again.
"Come on."
Jiang Chenshao went out, wrapped his arms around the little meat punzi, went to the bathroom, and asked him to sit on the bathroom. The family of three faced the mirror in front of him. The little guy clasped his feet and looked at the three people in the mirror, "
Woo, well, moo~”
Gu Nuanxi's intact hand poked her son's face. She held her cell phone and took a photo at the family of three in the mirror. Behind her was so handsome, her almost perfect husband was patiently blowing her hair for herself, and she was in her arms in front of her.
The cute little son, the family of three, couldn't help but want to keep a souvenir.
"Put it in a bath towel and don't send it out," said Mr. Jiang.
Gu Nuanxi whispered: "There are movie stars who don't wear clothes yet."
Jiang Chenshao put down the hair dryer, went to the cloakroom, took out her conservative pajamas, and "changed it and took photos."
The little guy looked down at his father's razor, his eyes wide open. When his parents changed their pajamas, he took it into his hands with his unremitting efforts.
When I opened my mouth and was about to send it to the entrance, my father took it away.
He protected his food with both hands, held his razor, raised his head and "quarreled" with his father, "Ahhh~"
Gu Nuanxi quickly took a picture of the father and son.
Jiang Chenshao bounced his son's face, "When you have a beard, dad will give you a new razor."
"Well~"
Mr. Jiang took it away, and the little guy cried and was so cute.
Before going to bed in the evening, Gu Nuanxi posted a picture of a family of three, one of which is a father and son snatching a razor, the other is her husband snatching a razor and her son crying. There are also several photos of a family of three.