"I'll see, oops, Lao Ling." Gao Xueqing looked at Xiaoxi's face carefully for a while, and called his wife over, "Look at it, this child is like our Xiaomo when he was a child." ”

"I'll take a look." Ling Shuhan was in front of the child, there was nothing in his official tone, he was completely a kind old man, he leaned over and looked at Xiaoxi's face carefully, "Where is it like Xiaomo, look at this nose, how similar it is to Lan Lan, ting high, and this ear is also the same as Lan Lan." ”

"According to what my parents said, in the future, any child we pick up on the street will become a genetic complex for the two of us." Ling Mo smiled helplessly and stretched out his hand to Xiaoxi, "Come here, follow me up to wash your hands and change your clothes." ”

"Go, go, wash your hands, and eat later." Gao Xueqing also urged them to solve the sanitation problem.

The three of them went upstairs, Ling Mo had a habit of cleanliness, and went to the hospital, a place where even the air was full of germs, if he didn't change all the clothes on his body, he would feel uncomfortable.

The two adults are okay, Xiaoxi can't help it, but Ling Mo's cleanliness is very strict, Ning Yuanlan has no choice, so he has to find a T-shirt of his own for him to wear, so he was led downstairs, the clothes were empty, and he didn't wear anything.

After dinner, the family went for a walk and came back when it was completely dark.

Xiaoxi was injured today, perhaps because the medicine she took worked, so she went to bed early after taking a bath.

Gao Xueqing was worried that the child would disturb them to the husband and wife, so she came upstairs to take Xiaoxi away and sleep with her.

As usual, Ning Yuanlan took a bath first, and when he came out of the bathroom, Ling Mo handed her his tablet, "That photographer sent the photos to my mailbox in the afternoon, you can take a look." ”

"It's here, I'll take a look." Ning Yuanlan took the tablet and sat on chuang0.

"I'll take a shower first." Ling Mo saw that she was sitting on the chuang, not lying down, so she was relieved to go to the bathroom to take a bath.

Ning Yuanlan looked at the photo of them kissing on the beach, recalled the scene of that night, couldn't help but blush, and involuntarily reached out and mossed his lips.

When Ling Mo took a shower and came out of the bathroom, his little wife was holding a tablet in one hand and rubbing her lips in a daze, her face was still blushing, the corners of her mouth were crooked, and she was smiling a little shyly.

"Lan Lan." Ling Mo walked over, lifted the thin quilt and lay down beside her, "What are you thinking?" ”

Ning Yuanlan came back to her senses, turned her head and saw that he was already lying beside her, and then realized that she had already taken a bath, that is to say, she was reminiscing about that kiss just now, and she had been reminiscing for so long, and he had taken a bath.

Ning Yuanlan blushed shyly, didn't dare to look at Ling Mo anymore, and answered his question just now, "It's nothing." ”

"The photographer was very skilled, and every shot was taken very well." Ling Mo took the tablet from her hand and had to praise the photographer's photography skills, "His angle capture is very good. ”

Ning Yuanlan nodded, every photo was taken perfectly, Ning Yuanlan looked at him and her kissing in the tablet, and an idea suddenly popped up in his mind, "Ling Mo, the hand-painted wall in our bedroom, can you just use this photo?"

"This picture?" Ling Mo looked at the photo of the two kissing with the red sunset as the background again, and suddenly thought of a poem, the sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk, "Just use this one." ”