The little umbrella recalled his words, and then, shaking his head, said seriously: "In this way, it will make my face!" ”

"You can still wash it if you get flowers." Xiao Xu said.

"Don't! If you want to write it, I can only write it on your face, and you are not allowed to write it on my face! The little umbrella looked at him and said righteously.

"Stingy!" Xiao Xu commented on him lightly

The little umbrella seemed to be provoked, he was a little angry, and then, slowly getting angry, he picked up a brush that was placed in the pen holder on the side, dipped the brush in ink, and prepared to paint it on the face of his little brother.

Yes, it's Tu, the Tu of graffiti.

"Muyu Mountain!" Xiao Xu was fried again, he was just talking and joking, and before he could put it into action, this little umbrella took a brush dipped in ink and painted it on his face.

What's even more infuriating is that his face was painted with a small umbrella

Xiao Xu's white and tender face was instantly dyed with a big black spot.

After seeing the little umbrella, he couldn't help laughing, pointed at him, and said, "Haha, Li Xu, otherwise, I'll draw a turtle on your face." ”

"You dare!" Xiao Xu looked at him coldly.

"What don't you dare!" The little umbrella said defiantly, not taking Xiao Xu in his eyes at all.

"Muyu Mountain! I'm going to paint a turtle on your face too! Xiao continued, and then, the brush in his hand walked towards his face.

The little umbrella hurriedly stepped back.

Xiao Xu looked at him coldly, ran out of the desk, and ran out.

"Stop!" Xiao Xu shouted.

"Haha, you can't catch me!" Little Umbrella smiled, looked at him and said.

Then, the two children are in the study, and you chase after me.

The little boy Yuan Qing was holding in her arms was the third child she gave birth to.

This little boy slept soundly and was not noisy at all, Yuan Qing reached out and patted him gently from time to time, or looked at him with his eyes.

Even if he is not the girl Yuan Qing has always wanted, Yuan Qing still has no deviation from him.

After all, it was her child, the child who had worked so hard to give birth.

Three years later.

Time always flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, another three years have passed.

Xiaoyuhua is also more than three years old, she can now walk, jump and run, and speak very clearly.

She must be cute-looking, with big eyes, very white skin, a pink face, and cute baby fat.

raised another child to the age of three, Xiaoyu is more than three years old, and Xiao Umbrella is more than seven years old.

Little Umbrella is also going to school at this age, he is in elementary school.

Second grade of elementary school.

Xiao Umbrella and Xiao Xu are studying in the same school, and they are both in the same class.

After all, they were only a few months apart.

Xiao Umbrella and Xiao Xu can be regarded as the same age.

Xiaoyuhua is still at home, and Jing Qingran, as her mother, accompanies her most of the time.

"Mom." Xiaoyu painted and shouted well.

"What's wrong? Daughter. Jing Qingran smiled and talked to her daughter.

"Let's go outside." Xiaoyu said.

"Yes." Jing Qingran nodded.

Then, Jing Qingran took her daughter's little hand and walked outside the villa.

The mother and daughter were taking a walk.

Xiaoyu painting is like a delicate doll, from any angle, it is so cute.

However, she herself is relatively quiet and does not have that particularly cute and cute temperament.

But, even the way she looks, she can be so cute.