As soon as she raised her hand, the red stone broken in half appeared again in the palm of her hand. She looked at it for a moment, and then dialed it with her hand. I did not expect that this stone actually had the function of cultivating a baby ...

Looking at the rattle and other things on the ground, she shook her head and felt quite incredible.

Her eyes fell on the painting axis again, and she paused, flicking her sleeve slightly, the painting axis opened silently, and the person in the painting appeared.

In the painting is a young girl playing a pipa. About eighteen or nineteen years old, she is dressed in red, full of brow, and nimble. She seems to be able to get out of the painting in one breath.

"Mummy, that's you, isn't it good-looking?" Shen Nianmo's two little hands lay on the edge of the basin, looked at the painting and then looked at Mo: "Mummy really looks good! It looks better than the painting."

A Mo raised his hand and touched his face, then looked at the painting again, tilted his head and thought about something, and nodded: "It's quite like it."

Take the little guy out of the basin and dry it with the cloth next to it.

The little boy obediently allowed her to fiddle with herself and closed her eyes comfortably.

Mummy's fingers are so soft and so warm. He used to touch him through the belly, but now he really touches him.

Babies like to be touched by their mother. This is an instinct, and Shennian Mo is no exception.

He didn't expect the day he would see Mommy again. He didn't expect to be in Mommy's arms as soon as he was born ...

At this moment, Shennian Mo never complained that Dad had sold himself decisively.

It feels so nice to be with Mummy.

Shennian Mo happily nudged Mummy's hand with his big head.

However, Mummy looked so small and said that if she smelled really Mummy, he almost called her sister when he just fell into her sleeve ...

The little kid is indeed a child who jumped out of the stone, and the skin was so tender and soft before birth that people couldn't bear it.

Especially when the boy was so cute that he was about to sprout. When he struck her hand with his big head, Amo felt that his cold heart was opened with a crack, revealing the softness in his heart ...

She didn't prepare such a child's clothes here, so after bathing the boy, A Mo couldn't touch the clothes he could wear for a while.

She deliberately changed him a set, but after all, the changed clothes contained surgery, she was afraid that the child's skin was too tender and could not stand that.

She took a note, took the note, and instructed the director of the palace to quickly buy a few sets of baby clothes. Of course, the requirement was as soon as possible, and as comfortable as possible.

"What's your name?" A Mo asked him casually, combing his soft hair.

"Shen Nian Mo." Sin Nian Mo sat obediently.

A Mo paused, looking at the child, lost his mind for a moment: "Do you have parents?"

Shennian Mo turned his head and looked at her in doubt: "Mom, aren't you my mother?" He flattened his mouth and cried again: "Mom, won't you still miss Mo?" Nian Mo misses you these days ... "

He stretched out his little hand and pulled her sleeves, his eyes covered with a stream of water, looking at her in water, lest he be abandoned.

A Mo's heart softened, and he hugged him in his arms, and naturally kissed him on his forehead: "Read Momo, my mother ... my mother recognizes you."

The mother-in-law said, although she felt a little awkward, she felt warm.