Mianmian blinked and the two old men began to bicker again. She looked at this and that, then she twisted her fat body down and ran towards her mother.
It’s better to be a mother!
My mother’s body is soft and fragrant, so comfortable.
Mianmian yawned and lay lazily in Ling Xuewei's arms, her eyes filled with tears.
"Sleepy?"
The little guy nodded.
"Mom, will you take me to bed?"
"Are you sleepy?"
"Well, I'll take her to bed, you two..."
"Go, go, just take good care of Mianmian. You don't have to worry about us two old guys. Oh, our good baby is so sleepy that she can't open her eyes. Ling Yatou, please take her back to the room quickly."
"Then I'll go back first."
After taking Mianmian back to the room, the little one had already fallen asleep in Ling Xuewei's arms, drooling all over her clothes.
"Young Master, towel."
Ling Xuewei took it, wiped the little one's mouth and face, hands and feet, took off her clothes, and then covered her with a soft blanket.
The weather in the snow-capped mountains is cold all year round, so most of the little ones' clothes are furry, which looks good and keeps them warm. In order to avoid freezing, a heater is lit in the hall all year round, and the most expensive silver without smoke smell is used.
carbon.
Even the floor is covered with thick fleece blankets, making it easy for the little ones to crawl around and play.
Even the corners of the table that were easily bumped were wrapped with soft cotton wool to prevent her from getting hurt while playing.
"Young Master, the soup pool has been prepared, a change of clothes is at the same place, and..."
Xiong Cang has arranged everything properly, even taking into account the smallest details.
"Thank you for your hard work, you should go and rest."
"yes."
Xiong Cang retreated, and Ling Xuewei was the only one left in the room. Mian Mian was sleeping soundly on the bed, her little hands clenched into fists, paralyzed on top of her head. Cherry's little mouth opened and closed, and there were vague traces of suspiciousness leaking out. Ling Xuewei could see it.
She couldn't help laughing, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, got up and went to the soup pool.
The hot water made Ling Xuewei feel so comfortable that her pores opened. She closed her eyes and leaned against the pool.
One year.
It goes by so fast, it feels like a year has gone by in the blink of an eye.
But sometimes it feels so slow.
Especially in the dead of night, the entire snow-capped mountains are extremely silent, and it seems that even the sound of falling snow can be heard clearly.
At that time, she would always miss the past time.
When Ye Moyan is around.
Cultivation is very hard.
But the hardest part is the hard nights.
Therefore, she didn't want to let herself be idle, because once she was idle, thoughts would surge in like a tide and drown her.
Therefore, during this year, she devoted all her energy to practice, and fortunately she achieved some success.
It's just that there is still a long way to go before the Xuantian realm.
That's why she decided to go down the mountain to practice.
She had been there many times for experience, but the thought of not seeing Mianmian again for a long time made her particularly reluctant to leave.
When she came out of seclusion this time, she found that Mianmian had grown up again.
In just two months, it seems that his appearance has completely changed. People say that this newborn child has changed the most, almost changing every day.
When Mianmian was two months old, she went into seclusion. In this year, she could count the number of times she saw her on the palm of her hand, and she felt guilty in her heart.
It is also a pity that I did not witness her growth with my own eyes.
It's just...she doesn't have much time.
If you want to go to the God Realm, you must race against time, not only to find Ye Moyan, but also to find Diandian, her child who disappeared just after birth.
Thinking of this, Ling Xuewei's heart ached.
Even now, she can't forget that desperate night.
I regretted again and again why I couldn't even protect my own child, and my desire to become stronger became stronger.
With the sound of water dripping, Ling Xuewei stood up and walked out of the soup pool.
She picked up the clean clothes on the screen and put them on. Spiritual energy surged through her body, and her long, wet hair dried instantly. She walked out through the screen, took out a silk ribbon and tied her hair loosely.
Her black hair is like a waterfall, and her white clothes are flowing. Her feet, as white and soft as lotus roots, step on the carpet, making her original cool temperament a little more charming.
Her figure is as slender as bamboo, her slender and white neck is like a swan, and every curve is extremely graceful.
Ling Xuewei didn't look like she had given birth to two children at all. Time seemed to have left no trace on her body.
Walking to the bedside, looking at the little one's peaceful sleeping face, it seemed that she was tired from playing during the day, and she fell into a deep sleep.
She kissed her face that was red from sleeping, then sat cross-legged and began to meditate.
The next day.
As soon as the little guy woke up, he saw his mother sitting by the bed. She quickly climbed out of bed and came over in a hurry. He looked at her with big, still confused eyes, as if he couldn't tell whether last night was a dream or reality.
of.
"Mianmian is awake?"
Ling Xuewei discovered it when the little guy woke up. She just wanted to see Mianmian's reaction when he saw her. Unexpectedly, the little guy lay quietly beside her legs without saying a word. He was so well-behaved that he could see it.
Ling Xuewei's heart melted.
"Mother..."
The little guy's voice is still soft and waxy as if he just woke up, his breasts are cute, and his little hands are still rubbing his eyes, which is really cute.
Ling Xuewei picked up Mianmian and smoothed her hair which was a little messy from sleeping, "Are Mianmian hungry?"
"Hungry……"
"Can my mother prepare something delicious for you?"
The little guy's eyes lit up, "What's delicious?"
"Hmm...yoghurt cake and banana polenta, okay?"
"good!"
The little guy clapped his chubby hands, and his mouth was about to drool. Before, whenever she went out of isolation, she would make delicious food for the little guy. Mianmian's favorite thing to eat was the food made by her mother!
Ling Xuewei would make her a different pattern every time, and the little one's favorites were yogurt cake and banana polenta. It would be even better if paired with soft steamed cakes in the shape of movements.
"Then mother will take you to wash up first, so that our little Mianmian will be clean and white, and then mother will go and prepare delicious food for you, okay?"
"good……"
The little one was so well-behaved that she went down to the ground and let her mother dress her in cute little clothes and boots, and then led her to wash up.
Brush the little teeth with rice grains, wash them white, and then apply the scent. The little guy's face is like a freshly peeled egg, tender and fragrant. Ling Xuewei squatted down and kissed her on the face.
Immediately he shyly hid in her arms.
"Mianmian, why don't you play with Uncle Xiong here? Mom, I'll go make some food for you. You'll be fine soon."
"No, I want to follow my mother..."
The little guy is now very articulate and speaks very clearly, just like a little adult.
