When Mu Qiang woke up, it was already the second day.

"Mama, my child."

"Here." Mama got up from the bed and hugged the baby in the crib next to the bed.

"Is it a girl?" Mu Qiang half-propped up and looked at the baby's face, soft as water.

"Boy, ma'am. It's so good-looking. Mama brought the baby to Mu Qiang and asked her to look at it carefully.

"Bai Mo."

"Momo, my child." Mu Qiang called softly, causing Xiao Bai Mo to babble softly.

The big black and white eyes are like crystal clear grape beads.

The milky white face is round and smooth, and people can't help but want to pinch a mark.

Mu Qiang looked at Bai Mo, gently rubbed Bai Mo's cheek, didn't hold back, and fell asleep again.

Mama looked at Mu Qiang's sleepy appearance and couldn't help but sigh softly. Looking at the delicate face of the little young master, Mama couldn't help it, and searched for the appearance of the lady in the little young master.

Mama has been with Mu Qiang since she was a child, and she is Mu Qiang's grandmother. Originally, in the Mu family, she had a lot of credit, and she could be promoted to the side of the master mother in advance to do an errand.

Later, Mu Qiang and Bai Zhan had a big trouble.

Mama was afraid that she would be wronged and suffer the disdain of the people in the house, so she went out of the house with Mu Qiang.

She watched Mu Qiang grow up, and when she saw Mu Qiang suffering with her uncle, she felt uncomfortable.

Once, she and counted on Mu Qiang and Bai Zhan to reconcile. Now that the little master has been born, she doesn't think about these anymore.

In the end, everyone has his own blessings.

hugged Bai Mo tighter, and Mama thought to herself that as long as she lived, she would always try to protect the two of them.

In the next two days, under the careful care of Mama, Mu Qiang and his party did not delay their trip, and rushed to Liuzhou the day before the Flower Dynasty Festival.

Spring is in full bloom, and the tender green leaves glow in the sun. There are pink peach blossoms, beautiful begonias, plum blossoms in the spring sun, and various fruit flowers in the orchard.

In the rape fields in the wild, a tapestry of green and thousands of yellow flowers bloomed vigorously.

Near the suburbs of Liuzhou, Mu Qiang, who had recovered a little, lifted the curtain next to the bed in a corner to see the prosperous spring outside.

Dressed in a thick mink fur, Mu Qiang lifted the curtain from time to time and looked out.

The bustling fragrance of flowers, swaying in the wind, and spreading in the wind to the distance.

Bai Mo's nickname is Bun, which Mu Qiang gave up. When Mama first heard her shout, she thought she was talking about something else. Listening to her explanation, Mama felt that she couldn't stand her fast heart.

Bai Zhan was not around, and Bai Mo's nickname was decided.

Thinking of this name, one is homophonic, and the other is that one day, when Mu Qiang fed Bai Mo the milk of the nurse in the bowl, which little girl was chewing steamed buns on the side.

The little guy's eyes glanced at it and waved his hand.

Momma:......

"Bun, I'm about to see my father, are you happy?" Holding Bai Mo in his arms, Mu Qiang shook him. Xiao Bai Mo's fleshy little paws moved, as if he wanted to grasp something.

"Mama, are we there?"

The carriage stopped, Mu Qiang asked.

"Yes." Mama replied outside.

Actually, there is something strange in Mama's heart.

I'm old, and my ears aren't very good. She felt that the little master's nickname seemed to be not very friendly to her.

Perhaps, she could let Madame call herself by another name.

After all, the nickname of the little master is more important.