Sitting on the edge of the bed, she held her daughter's little hand in her hand, the child was really stubborn, and said that she didn't want her to help, she still had to help her wash her clothes.

Actually, what could she help, just a three-year-old child.

Her daughter's little hands were very cold, she warmed up her two little hands, and then put the doll in her arms, and as soon as Xiao Yudian hugged it, she shrank her little body, and her two little feet were still put together, Xia Ruoxin pulled the quilt to cover her daughter's body, and naturally there were her little feet.

Then she took out a notebook and a pen from the side, she sat on the edge of the bed, looked at her daughter, and then drew her daughter's appearance on the paper.

Flipping through from the front, a very thick book, the paintings are all small raindrops from small to big things, her first day of birth, her first time to drink milk, and even her aggrieved eating batter, her first time learning to walk, the first time she called her mother.

Her daughter doesn't have a photo, but what her mother painted for her is far more precious than a photograph. She recorded her daughter's growth with her own hands and depicted her daughter's appearance with her heart.

Xiaoyudi shrank her little feet even more, and with a sweet smile on her little face, she picked up the doll in her arms.

"Mom......" The small voice made Xia Ruoxin put down the pen in her hand, and then put her hand on her daughter's face.

"Mommy is here."

She stroked it gently, and the child's face was so tender, and her fingers moved upwards and downwards, sliding over her small eyebrows, and over her long eyelashes.

She carefully observed her daughter, trying to find something from her daughter's body, but it seemed that Xiaoyudian couldn't find the slightest shadow of the man.

The child is very similar to her, not like her father at all, except for her black eyes, and the bridge of the nose seems to be higher than hers, this should be like.

She took off her clothes, and then lay down beside Xiaoyudi, and held her daughter in her arms, a bed that was not big, and they had been like this for many years.

"Little raindrop, sleep well," she kissed her daughter's face, closed her eyes, and there was a slight sourness on her arms, in fact, she was in pain all over her body now, and she wanted to rest well.

One day is fine.

It's really tired, very tired, very tired.

Sighing softly, she lowered her head and kissed her daughter's lovely sleeping face, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but bend upward.

Little Raindrop is really her little angel.

Inside the Chu family's villa, Song Wan stared at Li Manni's stomach from time to time, her face darkened slightly, it had been three years, she thought that they would be able to hold their grandson soon, but why did they still not have it now, she felt that she was older than three years ago.

"Ah Lu......" Song Wan pulled her son, this son is now much taller than her, he has never let her worry about it, but this time, she really doesn't know how to say that he is good.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Although Chu Lu didn't have much smile on his face, for Song Wan, he no longer had the kind of indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

"Alu, when are you going to have a baby?" She asked very gently, they were not in a hurry, and she was in a hurry, seeing that everyone else had grandchildren, they were going crazy.