"My baby, give you a little sweetness, so that you can sleep well tonight..."

Su Xiaoxiao had just finished taking a shower and was in a very good mood, and he staggered out of the bathroom while humming a song.

The room is very large and is decorated in a simple American style. The bedroom, bathroom and his own study were all connected, like a small ensuite.

Su Xiaoxiao, who had just finished taking a bath, was in a good mood, sat on the soft dark brown carpet in the middle of Yan Yimo's study, wrapped himself in a thick blanket, picked up the milk in front of him and took a sip.

Yan's mother specially warmed a cup of hot milk for Su Xiaoxiao before going to bed and asked her to take it upstairs to remember to drink, saying that girls can warm up their bodies by drinking a cup of hot milk before going to bed, which is good for their health.

Yan Yimo's family made Su Xiaoxiao feel as warm as family.

Su Xiaoxiao thought that when she didn't go abroad, her mother would put a cup of hot milk on the bedside for her every day before going to bed. I feel so happy to be loved. Su Xiaoxiao thought, raised his head and drank a glass of milk in one breath.

As soon as I was thinking about visiting the bookshelf of Wall Street's great talents, I looked up and saw a row of photo albums on the second floor of the bookshelf.

When I was a child, I only thought about having fun when I went to Yan Yimo's house, and I never looked at the photo album when I was hungry for the fragrant snacks made by my mother.

Let me see what Mr. Yi was like when he was a child! Maybe it's a crying slug. Hey, hey, hey. Su Xiaoxiao chuckled evilly, got up and pulled out the leftmost photo album from the bookshelf.

In the photo on the first page, Yan's mother is still with a big belly, standing in front of a cluster of hydrangeas in the hydrangea park, gently stroking her belly, and her face is filled with the happy smile of an expectant mother. Su Xiaoxiao also showed a happy smile when she looked at it.

Yan's mother was so beautiful when she was young, like a movie star. Su Xiaoxiao secretly admired in her heart, no wonder Mr. Yi is so good-looking, it is really important to win by genes.

Soon Su Xiaoxiao finished reading the first album, and the photos in it were all 'record photos' when Yan Yimo was still in his mother's womb. Watching Yan Yimo grow a little bit bigger in Yan's mother's belly, Su Xiaoxiao felt so amazing.

When she was young, she always naively thought that her brother was an elder brother from birth, and it turned out that her brother also changed from a baby.

Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but open the second book and read it with relish.

Xiao Yan Yimo was born. In the photo, the newborn baby is white and clean, lying quietly on the hospital scale with his eyes closed, not crying or making trouble, not at all when the child is born, crying and dancing.

I didn't expect Yan Yimo to be a little adult at birth, maybe his personality is really destined. Su Xiaoxiao thought about what she looked like when she was a child, and then thought about her current personality, it seemed that she really had a lot in common.

Turning back, Xiao Yan Yimo slowly learned to crawl and could sit up on his own, and two small baby teeth appeared on the lower row of gums. Small, the size of a grain of rice, Su Xiaoxiao measured it with his hand.

With baby biscuits in his mouth and smiling eyes, Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but want to touch his little face.

After that, Yan Yimo began to learn to walk.

Mother Yan protected him with both hands around his waist, and he looked like he was not afraid of the sky and the earth, like a little bully stumbling on the grass.

Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Flipping through the next album, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly saw a little baby in Yan Yimo's arms, and let out a curious "huh", and looked at it carefully.

Four-year-old Yan Yimo was carefully and curiously looking at the "little monster" in his arms. The little baby who was sleeping sweetly in his arms looked soft, and his little head was gently tilted on his arm. When he was sleeping, his little hands did not forget to grasp Yan Yimo's fingers tightly, feeling as satisfied as holding a lollipop.

This baby won't be me! Su Xiaoxiao's sixth sense feels like herself, and she feels that she is so small, so unreal and cute. After thinking for a few seconds, he was about to go to Yan Yimo and ask.

"Mr. Yi," worried that Yan's father and Yan's mother hadn't slept yet, Su Xiaoxiao tiptoed to the door of Yan Yimo's room, and carefully pushed the door open, "Guess what I'm looking at!" ”

Su Xiaoxiao proudly waved the photo album in his hand to Yan Yimo, closed the door gently, and then jumped to his side like a little white rabbit, and pointed to the photo of Yan Yimo holding the little baby with his little hand, "Is this little baby me or me?" ”

Yan Yimo put down the half-read document in his hand.

Just now, I was thinking that Su Xiaoxiao, the little pig, would not sleep when he was full, but he didn't expect to find it now.

"Which one? Take it for me to see. ”

Yan Yimo didn't bother Su Xiaoxiao at all to make a noise about his work, like a big boy who hadn't grown up yet, hooked his fingers, and leaned his head over curiously.

In the photo, he is holding a little baby in pink clothes, although the facial features have not yet grown, but the girl's cheeks are red and the eyelashes are curved and long, like a doll.

He had a vague impression that the photo was taken in early autumn. It was very hot that year, and until September, I was still wearing short sleeves and munching on popsicles at home. The neighbor's aunt had just given birth to a baby in early August, and her mother said she would take him to visit.

At the first glance of Su Xiaoxiao, Yan Yimo was attracted and couldn't take his eyes off his curiosity, thinking how could there be such a cute big toy in the world. He will snore, clench his fists, smash his mouth, cry and wave his hands for milk.

With the help of adults, Yan Yimo held Su Xiaoxiao in his arms for the first time, and he only felt soft and warm, like a small ball of meat.

After that, there was this photo, which was the precious first photo of the two of them.

"Let me think about it," Yan Yimo looked at Su Xiaoxiao's expectant eyes, and suddenly wanted to tease the little fool in front of him, "This seems to be the daughter of a friend my mother knows." That aunt was very beautiful, and my mother wanted us to meet and cultivate our relationship. ”

After speaking, he pursed his lips and smiled, looking at Su Xiaoxiao in front of him. He doesn't seem to be lying when he says that.

Su Xiaoxiao was still full of joy, but when she heard Yi Mo say this, she immediately became jealous. pouted her red little mouth, put her hands on her waist, and pretended to have the aura of a chartered wife, "Ha, you actually have a pro-plum sweetheart!" How I didn't see her when I was a kid! ”

Looking at her virtue, Yan Yimo felt that the fatigue of the work just now was completely diluted, and he couldn't help but chuckle when he was in a good mood, and knocked on the photo in front of him, "Lie to you, this little old woman in red clothes is you." ”

Su Xiaoxiao's face changed faster than turning a book, and immediately showed a smile, and counterattacked, "You are the little old man!" Hehe, I guess it's me, besides me, what other baby can be as cute as me! ”

Su Xiaoxiao gently stroked her little hand in the photo with her fingertips, "Look how cute I was when I was a child, I just won't let go of my fingers." ”

"Well," Yan Yimo pulled Su Xiaoxiao over, put her on his lap, and then slowly stretched out his fingers in front of Su Xiaoxiao, "What about now?" ”

Where would Su Xiaoxiao let go of such a good opportunity, grabbed Yan Yimo's hand and held it tightly, "Don't let it go now, never let go!" ”

"Okay."

Leaning comfortably in Yan Yimo's arms for a while, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly thought of something, raised his head and looked at his eyes seriously. The hairy hair poked at Yan Yimo's chin was itchy and crispy.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, I was just thinking," Su Xiaoxiao looked thoughtful, "Mr. Yi, when did you start liking me?" ”

"A long, long time ago."

Yan Yimo said with a smile, rubbing Su Xiaoxiao's hair with his chin.

"How long ago was it, before I liked you?"

"Hmm."

From the first time I saw you, my eyes were full of you.

This is the secret that Yan Yimo hides deep in his heart.