However, Jiangsu was surprised, why did money always come to him?
Could it be that Sister Mo and Sister Nuan came to see him that day, and Mr. Qian saw him and exposed himself?
But it's not right. The two of them are dressed normally and have no other behaviors. Except for being nicer, they are all pretty ordinary. Where do they always see the money?
Little fat man? Not to mention that, the little monk who can only grumble and cry, and can't speak can only be full of flesh, and will not be exposed.
A little gentleman who was complaining about by his brother was sitting in his stroller, shaking his two little legs, holding a bottle and drinking water. Because it was too sunny, his mother took the sunshade above his head.
Remove and fold.
Gu Nuanxi was wearing a sun hat woven with hemp rope, wearing a black sunscreen clothes, sitting on the side of the road, holding a small fan. She ate ice cream with one hand and fanned the mother and the other."
What kind of crime did I suffer from coming out?"
The sun shines on the little guy's skin, no wonder he wants to eat it. Gu Nuanxi looks at her son's little legs and wants to bite it. Isn't this more fragrant than chicken legs?
The little guy turned his head and looked around, "Mom~"
"Hey, what are you doing?"
The little guy looked at the ice cream in Gu Nuanxi's hand, and Gu Nuanxi reached out to hand it over. The little guy immediately raised his head and licked it with a small mouth, then his contented mouth was numb and embarrassed, and he smiled arrogantly.
Gu Nuanxi looked at her son and laughed, "Do you love your mother?"
Xiaoshan Junmu said "Yeah~".
Gu Nuanxi was happy. She poked her body into her son's car and kissed her on her face and forehead.
The little guy thought his mother gave him food and had a small mouth, but he was disappointed when he waited for a kiss.
However, his dirty little paws also hugged his mother's neck, grabbed her hair, and tried hard to bite her mother's face.
Xiaoshanjun has been domineering since childhood.
Gu Nuanxi's ice cream was low on cream, and she immediately broke free from her son's dominance, took a bite of the ice cream, and looked at somewhere.
Gu Nuanxi kept fanning her son with her hands. Later, she felt that she was too tired. There happened to be a small jewelry store nearby. She pushed the little fat baby to the store and bought a handheld fan. Both the mother and son liked it very much.
The air outlet is small, and Xiaoshanjun's fingers cannot enter. Gu Nuanxi was relieved in terms of safety. She turned on the small fan and could turn it directly after the charge was fully charged.
Gu Nuanxi paid the money and pushed her son. On the way, the little guy held the little fan and opened his mouth and went to chew.
It was windy, and the little guy was screaming at the fan.
Back at the sunshade position just now, Gu Nuanxi looked at the license plate and called Jiang Momo, "Your cousin is very busy with social engagements. She has been going for lunch for more than two hours, but she has never come out again when she goes in.
"
Jiang Momo asked with concern: "Nan'er, what about you?"
Gu Nuanxi: "My son and I are outside."
She hid snacks, potato chips, spicy strips, jump candy, jelly in her son's back car pocket...
Jiang Momo heard the sound of a car whistle there, and she frowned at the company, "Are you on the street?"
"My son and I are having fun."
Jiang Momo was about to go to work in the afternoon, so she immediately got up, ran upstairs in a hurry, and rushed straight to her mother's desk, "Ms. He, car keys."
Mrs. Su: "...you're stepping on the Hot Wheel?"
When Jiang Momo saw the car keys on the table, she immediately took the car keys and ran away again.
Mrs. Su didn't know what the daughter was trying to get.
Jiang Momo asked Gu Nuanxi to drive over immediately after she arrived. After arriving, she saw the mother and mother sitting under a big tree on the side of the road from afar. Xiaoshanjun seemed to be sleepy. Gu Nuanxi held her son in one hand and went to her arms.
, with the other hand, he held a small fan to blow the wind for his son, and his hands patted his son's shoulder rhythmically. His eyes looked forward from time to time.