Wang Yingqian glanced back at her daughter to make sure that she didn't suddenly open her eyes or blink her eyelashes.

Then, she carefully unpacked the anti-wrinkle cream, lifted the lid very softly, and squeezed out a large lump of soft and touched it onto her bare flat belly.

-- Stretch marks, go! Stretch marks, go ......

Wang Yingqian closed her eyes, prayed over and over again in her heart, and then opened her eyes suddenly, hoping that it would be true as the sales lady said, "You will see a miracle happen on your belly!"

Hertz!

A busy little hand appeared on her belly, learning the movements of her two hands, rubbing and pinching on her belly!

"Wang Yuge, do you want to scare your mother to death?! Don't you know that there is an old saying, 'In the middle of the night, ghosts are infested'?!"

Wang Yingqian rolled her eyes helplessly, she knew that her daughter was not so easy to handle. Really, what did you do to give birth to such a persistent and shrewd daughter?!

"But, Mommy, Grandma said that the ghost came out at twelve o'clock, and now it's only ten o'clock, and besides, Grandma said that the ghost would not dare to enter someone's room casually. Wang Yuge looked very serious, wanting to explain that she didn't mean to "pretend to be a ghost and scare her mother to death".

"......" stinky daughter, why is it always grandma who says it, grandma says. Hmph! It's all to blame my mother for being idle, what are you doing to instill so many crooked reasons into Xiaoge?!

"Mom, do you have a stomachache? Why do you want to rub these things on your stomach?" Wang Yuge's child began to ask, no way, she was very puzzled.

This kind of thing on my mother's belly, shiny, slippery, and fragrant, does the ointment smell so good?

"Didn't you notice that there are a lot of ugly lines on my mother's belly?" Wang Yingqian looked at the pale pink stretch marks on her stomach that still existed and did not disappear miraculously, and explained, "This is what is used to make these annoying lines disappear." ”

"I'm sorry Mom. Wang Yuge frowned and said reverently.

"I'm sorry for what?" Wang Yingqian felt that her daughter was a little weird today.

"This," the little hand gently stroked a long horizontal silver scar below Wang Yingqian's navel, "It was caused by your pregnancy and childbirth, and I am half responsible." ”

"...... "She was so touched that her daughter actually had such a grateful heart, stronger than her, she never cared about her mother's belly." However, she has never had the opportunity to see her mother's belly, and it is estimated that it is not much better than hers.

"This has nothing to do with you, it's all because of my mother's bad skin. Wang Yingqian said, and smeared another layer of anti-wrinkle cream fiercely.

"Mom!" Wang Yuge whispered tentatively.

"Huh?" Wang Yingqian looked up at her daughter.

A very bad premonition crept up in her heart!

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Dear! A little hand moves, top it!