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Jiang Miaomiao and Yan Sheng sent some tonics to Jiang's house, sat down to chat for a few days, had dinner, and then took the child back to their own home.

Bobo may be playing with his sister. He fell asleep half an hour ago. Yan Sheng himself held him in his arms and slowly coaxed him to sleep.

The little guy's small soft face is round like a small steamed stuffed bun.

Yan Sheng himself also said that Bobo was very similar to himself when he was a child, and Jiang's mother also felt very similar to Jiang Miaomiao when he was a child. Jiang Miaomiao was white when he was a child. He had a face of baby fat, like a small steamed stuffed bun. When he grew up, he slowly lost baby fat and became thinner and thinner.

Jiang Miaomiao sat beside the crib with a cup of hot milk in his hand, stared at the little guy's sleeping appearance, looked at it for a while, then slowly stretched out his fingers and gently poked his little fat face.

Bobo is in the same position on the left half of his face and has a small dimple like himself.

The two of them, Xiao Bobo, completely inherited the beauty advantages of himself and Yan Sheng. They just picked the advantages. Although they still look like two lotus roots, their white and fat legs are longer than children of the same age.

Before the child was still in his stomach to have a prenatal examination, the doctor said that the child was older than a normal child. It should be because the gene was too good, tall and long legs.

No wonder I came out half a month in advance. I thought my stomach was too small to struggle?

Jiang Miaomiao suddenly felt as if he lowered his head and kissed Bobo's little fat face.

Yan Sheng also left at this time. He came in and made a noise. Jiang Miaomiao turned his head and looked, and a wet kiss was printed on his face.

"Is my baby taking care of our baby? It doesn't matter. The baby is asleep. Let's go and have a rest! "

Yan Sheng half coaxed and coaxed the person to the bed. He didn't move his hands and feet. He took a nap with the person in his arms.

Christmas Eve is coming soon. Although Christmas is not a big festival in China, there are many young people who like to celebrate the festival. Many businesses seize this psychology and have a lot of activities on Christmas day. The roads outside are covered with white streamers and the head of Santa Claus.

Jiang Miaomiao also put a small Christmas tree at home, but I'm afraid it's only for himself and his children.

Yan Sheng has something to do. He needs to travel for half a month. He won't be back in a few days!

Maybe it's because they have always been with each other and rarely separated. It hasn't been a few days since Yan Sheng left, and Jiang Miaomiao has begun to miss him very much.

Jiang Miaomiao is packing up at home.

Bobo can walk by himself now. It snows a little outside. The little guy lies on the sofa and looks at the scenery through the window.

While packing up his things, Jiang Miaomiao looked at his son from time to time. Looking at the back of the little thing, he suddenly felt that Bobo had a melancholy temperament. It was clear that he was not like this when he was a child. When others saw him, they said he was a lucky little silly girl.

Probably with his father.

Bobo doesn't like playing with the children in the neighborhood. You are still a child, but you still dislike the childishness of other people's children.

The child also has a melancholy feeling. He looks very special even though he is thousands of miles away.

At the beginning, Jiang Miaomiao was worried that his children used to laugh. Would they suddenly have depression like this? He was a little worried. After talking to Yan's mother, Yan's mother didn't care and waved her hand.

Never mind, as like as two peas, you as like as two peas, you can't worry about it. He's just like Yan Sheng when he was little. Yan Sheng was a cold and indifferent boy when he was a child. He didn't like to talk to people. He didn't grow up well. He was worthy of being a father and son. He looked like this smelly disease.

After hearing these words, Jiang Miaomiao was relieved.

Bobo is still young, but seeing that other people's homes are very busy tonight, there are still many people playing outside, but there are only nanny aunt and mother in his home. Suddenly he is a little unhappy.

Bobo sat down from the sofa and pointed to the photo album on the table next to him. Jiang Miaomiao took the photo album. Bobo skillfully climbed onto his lap, then opened the photo album, turned to Yan Sheng's photo, pointed to Yan Sheng on the photo and said, "yes! Dad! "

"Dad is bad, not at home, not with mom and me!"

Bobo intermittently used the simplest words to express his meaning.

Jiang Miaomiao smiled and touched his head. "Dad works hard outside. It's not intentional. We should understand dad, right?"

Bobo had a small face. Although he heard his mother say so, he was still a little unwilling. He nodded reluctantly.

Jiang Miaomiao doesn't force children to understand so much. He turns to look outside the window. Other people's doors are very lively. They are all people. Every family is arranging Christmas.

Later, some children ran to their door and knocked for candy.

Jiang Miaomiao looked at the lovely children and caught a lot of them generously.

Several children are very measured. They just play around the house. Across a small road, they can see the children's mother standing at the door and looking at the opposite with a smile.

Then he nodded at Jiang Miaomiao, as if he was thanking him.

Jiang Miaomiao smiled gently.

Bobo, who had been playing on the carpet in the living room, looked at the door curiously. The child saw the children who were one head taller than himself, wearing lovely Christmas hats. He felt very strange. He couldn't help climbing over and shouted to his mother, "Mom, hug!"

Jiang Miaomiao went over and picked up the child with one hand, and then continued to share candy with the children at the door.

When the children got the candy, they turned and ran away.

Bobo seemed to be in a hurry. He pointed out the door and said, "go!"

Several times in a row.

Jiang Miaomiao also understood that the smelly boy wanted to run out and play, rather than stay at home.

People and the streets are bustling. It's only cold and quiet in my home alone. Although I have prepared some things, I don't feel much about the festival. Children love excitement. It's normal for Bobo to want to go out and play.

Originally, at Christmas, Jiang Miaomiao could actually consider going back to his mother's house or going to the old house to spend time with his grandmother.