"Mom kisses too," Xiao Yudi stretched out her little face to Xia Ruoxin again and asked her mother to kiss her.

Xia Ruoxin kissed her daughter's little face, Xiao Yudian picked up her little face, and smiled shyly. This small appearance made Gao Yi hug and kiss her several times, and then reluctantly hugged her to play.

Xia Ruoxin picked up the towel on the ground, she turned around, gently stroked her red lips, and her heart moved again, and her love was also moved.

And if the heart moves, there will be a thousand strands of love.

On the sofa, cartoons are playing on TV, Xiaoyudian doesn't like to watch it too much, but Gao Yi always turns it on, he says that this child is too much like a child, and it's not good, so he always forces her to do something that a child should do.

In fact, Xia Ruoxin also feels like this, in addition to Xiaoyudian who loves to play with dolls, the rest of the time, she is indeed a little precocious, she can even cook noodles now, although the taste is not good, however, this is sometimes even a teenager may not be able to do it, but she is good, she is only three years old, but she can already cook noodles and eat.

There is a pink pig on TV, it seems that children of this age like to watch it, so Gao Yi gave up the news and sports programs he loved to watch, and gave Xiaoyu a little bit to watch the pig.

Xiao Yudian plays with the doll, and occasionally raises her little face to glance at the TV, but she is a little less interested, and she doesn't like it too much, Xia Ruoxin really feels that there is a long way to go, and it seems that it is not easy to make the precocious Xiaoyudian become an ordinary child.

At night, Xiao Yudian held the doll in one hand and her small pillow in the other, and she knocked on Gao Yi's door.

Gao Yi was just about to fall asleep, but he heard the sound of the door outside, he was just about to take a bath, and his clothes were half taken off, so he had to put on his clothes again and come out to open the door, but the door opened, there was no one outside, and his gaze moved down, until it landed on the little little one who was only knee-high to him.

He crouched down, and was still much taller than the little one.

What's the matter, he put one hand on the little little face, and recently he finally grew some meat, the little face has meat, natural baby fat, but it has a pointed little chin, a small straight nose, and a pair of big eyes that can talk like black grapes, no wonder those people in Ruoxin Studio call her a little beauty, but it's not a little beauty, when she grows up, she will definitely be more beautiful than her mother.

"What's the matter, little beauty?" Gao Yi finally sat on the ground, so that he could be about as tall as the little thing.

"Can Xiaoyudi sleep with Dad?" Xiaoyudian held the doll in both hands and stood in a regular manner, she asked cautiously, just afraid that Gao Yi would not agree.

"Okay, of course," Gao Yi stood up and directly picked up Xiaoyudian, the Xiaoyudian will sleep with his father today, but he can't find his mother for a while, crying to his father in the middle of the night, if you really cry, Dad won't want you in the future, he pinched Xiaoyudi's little face, and he didn't know what this little guy thought, how to be good, to sleep with him, he remembered, at night, if she didn't have Ruoxin, even if she was sleepy, she had to endure not going to bed.

"Xiaoyudian is afraid that Dad is gone," Xiaoyudian flattened her mouth and leaned her little face on Gao Yi's shoulder, Xiaoyudian wanted to look at Dad so that Dad wouldn't leave.

Gao Yi's heart suddenly felt a little sour, this child is already a sensitive child, I am afraid that he has been away for too long this time, so that this child who has been thinking too much has realized something, and now he is thinking about it again.

He gently hit Xiaoyudian's little head with his forehead, "Let's go, Dad will take you to sleep." ”

Xiaoyudi finally laughed, and her two big eyes were bent to follow, just like the first quarter moon hanging in the air, innocent and innocent, people couldn't help but like it.

Gao Yi took a children's storybook and told one story after another, from Cinderella to Snow White, and then to the ugly duckling, and finally coaxed this difficult child.

The bed he slept in was originally big, a small raindrop shrunk in a small place, even one-tenth of the space on this one could not be occupied, sometimes he really felt that life was wonderful, although he was a doctor, he had seen life and death, and he didn't know how many, but to be able to watch this little child, from such a small age, to grow up, he thought, such a process, must be a very wonderful thing.

"Grow up well," he gently stroked Xiaoyu's pink little face, "You are still very young, and you still have a long time to grow up, and Dad hopes to be by your side all the time, until you grow up, until you get married, until you don't need Dad anymore." ”

This is his sincerity, whether this child is his biological daughter or not, now this child has his bone marrow in his body, her life is saved by him, and his blood is also given by him, what is the difference between this and his own birth.

"Let's sleep," he kissed Xiaoyu's little forehead, and then went to take a bath, and when he came out of the shower, the light in the living room outside was still on, and the child sleeping on the bed was very well-behaved, and he didn't kick the quilt.

He opened the door of the room, and then closed it gently, as soon as he came out, he saw Xia Ruoxin still sitting on the sofa, painting with a picture clip, saying that the man who works is very attractive, but the woman who works seriously is also very beautiful, that kind of intellectuality, that kind of satisfaction, and a kind of smile with happiness, maybe all of them are integrated into her paintings.

The paintbrush in Xia Ruoxin's hand is flying on the paper with her mood, and between the strokes, they all melt into her mood at this time, the corners of her lips are slightly raised, and the light in her eyes is also gentle and gentle, and the pen becomes a flower.

Gao Yi walked over and stared carefully at the painting in Xia Ruoxin's hand, I have to say that her painting does have a very special feeling, reflecting her temperament, gentle and elegant, very comfortable.

Xia Ruoxin finished painting a painting, but she forgot the time, but as soon as she looked up, she almost hit a man's forehead.

A hand was on her forehead, just in the way, otherwise it would have to be bumped into.

"How are you here?" Xia Ruoxin was taken aback, she didn't pay attention for a while just now, wouldn't Gao Yi have been standing here for a long time, and she only knows now that her attention is sometimes too concentrated, if she is really busy, a few hours have passed, and she doesn't know the time.