I'd love to live next door to you

Xiaomuxi, with a skeptical attitude towards life, stared at Xia goodnight and blinked for a while, then called out in a tender voice: "sister."

"It's not my sister, it's my aunt..." Summer good night corrected xiaomuxi once again, and then he spoke to xiaomuxi patiently about the next generation difference: "Muxi, your father and mengbaobao are in the same generation, so you should call mengbaobao's aunt..."

Xiaomuxi was confused and confused. He looked to Zhang Cheng and Han Yixiao, who were next to him, and Lu Yangui, who came to yuezi center last night to take care of Han Yixiao.

Whether it's Han Yixiao, Zhang Cheng, or Lu Yangui, his grandmother who loves him the most, who touched his eyes and said to him softly, "yes, xiaomuxi, this is your little aunt."

When I saw a room full of grown-ups, I said that. I looked at Meng Baobao in the crib again like I wanted to die. I cried out, "little aunt..."

"Who's the little aunt?" As Muxi's voice settled, the sound of good morning came from the door.

Xia goodnight turned around and saw that Xia chenan came in with two-year-old celery in one hand and Qin Shujian's waist in the other.

Qin Shujian's little celery was born in the spring two years ago after struggling in the hospital for nearly three days.

Qin Shujian was born with a thin body, which really hurt her vitality. Xia Chen was very relieved. After her mother and son were safely pushed out of the delivery room, Xia chenan took Qin Shujian's hand, which was pale, and said the first sentence: "Jane, we only need this baby, we will not have any more..."

It's said that Xia chenan, who will never be born again, will be pregnant by accident just one year later.

Xia chenan thought that the month was small, so she would not hurt her mother's body if she killed her child. As a result, Qin Shujian was reluctant and reluctant. What could Xia chenan do at last I can only accept it.

"How about the little aunt of mengbaobao......" After Xia goodnight's explanation, he took the little wood in one hand, and pinched the face of the little celery that his father carried with his collar and lifted: "little celery, do you miss my aunt?"

Little celery is later than ordinary people. Last month, he could say a few words off and on. When he heard Xia goodnight, he first nodded his head fiercely. After a while, he choked out a word: "think."

"How lovely!" After praising the celery, I went to see the wood in my arms: "wood, celery, come and say hello."

Xiaomu Xi looks at the celery and hesitates for a while: "I Brother. "

Summer goodnight smiled again: "it's not my brother, it's my uncle."