A few mornings in the morning, a few morning light leaked through the mottled branches and leaves on the window sill. Ye Hao was awake from his sleep, opened his eyes and looked at the roof without looking at the roof until the brain returned. This is a sudden reminder of porridge.
She remembered that she was still taking the temperature of the porridge last night.
Don't care too much, Ye Hao opened the quilt to get out of bed, and arbitrarily put on a coat to prepare to go out, his eyes suddenly saw a handy note on the bedside table, one stroke of force through the paper back.
——Congee porridge body temperature is normal, you don’t have to worry, the movie has come to an end, it’s been hard work recently, let’s take a week off and have a good rest at home.
Yesterday, how did I return to the room? Ye Hao is not a memory at all. I thought it would be Lu Beichuan to send her back, but I didn’t think much. I remembered that I had a porridge in my heart, put the note in the drawer and walked into the porridge. In the room of the porridge, the moon is feeding the porridge.
"Moon, how is the temperature of the porridge porridge?" Ye Hao asked the forehead of the porridge porridge and asked in a low voice.
Yue Yan smiled and said: "You can rest assured that the doctor has just checked in the morning, it is no longer a problem."
Ye Hao sighed and took the bottle from the moon, "Give me."
Yueyue took the bottle out of the porridge porridge, and kept holding the bottle of milk and closed the eyes of the porridge porridge with a small mouth smashed, smashed empty, did not drink milk, smashed it, not happy, I will cry when I pout.
Ye Hao quickly hugged over and held this little ancestor carefully and shouted: "The baby does not cry, my mother is here."
The corps in his arms is small and thin. When it is fragile, he is afraid to touch it. Ye Hao does not dare to use too much force, lest he will hurt his child.
Seeing the porridge that was about to cry out, I saw Ye Hao, and immediately broke into a smile. The monkey seemed to hold it on the neck of Ye Hao, scared Ye Hao to quickly protect the back neck and waist of the porridge. Prevent his head from being hurt back.
The little guy didn't care about her mother's nervous mood. She opened her mouth and danced with a smirk. The saliva flowed down the corner of her mouth. The big eyes of a pair of stars could not be instantly seen in the leaves, and the scorpions were printed in the scorpion. Ye Hao’s nervous face, the more he smiled, the silly, living like a little fool.
Ye Hao had no choice but to confess his own life, and handed the bottle to the porridge. "When you finish drinking, my mother will accompany you at home today."
The porridge porridge is a big ghost. After listening to this, I also feel that I am holding a bottle and quietly drinking milk. I don’t have to worry about it.
After the last drop, the porridge porridge seems to hold the bottle and hand it to Ye Hao.
"Zhen, I’m all finished!" Ye Hao glanced at him and kissed him on the cheeks of the porridge. The milk was fragrant, and the soft baby fat let Ye Hao couldn’t help but kiss him. "Mom is at home today." With your baby, okay?"
I don't know if I understood it or I was kissed by Ye Hao. The porridge porridge squatted and danced, and I was very dependent on my neck.
Ye Hao wanted to wash her face and brush her teeth for a dress. The little ancestor did not carelessly hold Ye Hao’s neck and let him pull open, and opened his mouth and cried.
